Party Banter Meme

[faderifting]

In the Dragon Age games, as you travel Thedas with your best pals, they have a lot of short conversations about politics, the weather, butts, etc. So this is the Fade Rift equivalent, in four easy steps!

1. Imagine your characters are on a very long walk toward a mission objective, or on a very long walk back after kicking ass, or standing guard together, or gathering herbs, or working in the library late at night, or something. Anything sort of boring that might make people want to have a dumb conversation just to break things up a bit.

OPTIONAL ASSISTANT: Since so many people reported being out of it, we made a random generator to help you come up with some general banter prompts for your top-levels.

2. Post a few remarks your character might say (similar to TFLN, except spoken out loud and less ridiculous and sexy, maybe. maybe not. we don’t know your life) while passing the time.

3. Tag around to reply to those general remarks or to start new/wildcard conversations! Threads should be pretty short and involve minimal action; there’s no need to turn anything into a big production. Multiperson threads are encouraged. Series of conversations between the same two characters occurring on different days are also encouraged.

4. Gather up all of your little conversation snippets like a bouquet and keep them forever, because they’re game canon. Banter threads can't be used for Base AC, but do count towards AC Rewards points.

Comments

[unshut]

[She takes his hand. It is an offer of examination which warrants doing properly, she thinks, only is promptly distracted. Fitcher brightens. In Antivan:]

Truly? How pleased I am to hear it! Do you still speak the language? I've become rusty.

[She is, but what a pleasure it is to say so.]

[unshut]

I believe people without coin are more or less the same everywhere.

[heirring]

And is this what you will be wearing with them? Not that exactly, of course. I don't expect that you would wear the same thing every day. But things like it.

[justashotaway]

...Yes. They are, aren't they.

[sulahnan]

Yyyyeah. More or less. I should probably buy more clothes, now that I think about it.

[ What with Deimos' habit of cutting her clothes off... ]

[technologist]

That's not what— if it's someone who deserves it, then yeah. Yes. People I theoretically hate, that's what we're discussing.

[gentlecountry]

Oh, now don't be silly. Some folks will say that the Curse of MacBart ain't real, and some will say that you don't got a needs to throw beer if you spills some nor avoids the lefthands tunnel. Sod, some will even say the Maker ain't real.

[Barty is one of these, though not out loud. It's rude to bother other people's faith, and Barty tries never to be rude.]

But the superstition? Superstition's deadly real. Maker or no, you gots to agree there's a Chantry. Superstition's what'll getcha, you watch.

[gentlecountry]

[Barty's Antivan is as accented as his Common, though still quite understandable and delivered with great fluidity.]

Yes, ma'am, of course I do. Don't mind helping you keeps in practice, if you wanted. It's a pleasure to have the chance to speaks it.

[justashotaway]

The Chantry is a fact, not a superstition. Superstition is pointless.

3.

[justashotaway]

Some people are bothered by shortness.

[unshut]

[She laughs. It's a pleasingly low sound, punctuated by the cheerful clap of her other hand across his scarred one. In Antivan still:]

Please. My family spoke Trade first, so the whole thing has always been for me very secondary. But I'm fond and you know how it is - to be away from a place for some time and how kind it is to hear something that reminds you of it.

[With a last affirming pat to the knuckles, Fitcher releases his hand.]

[heirring]

[At least make him pay for them. Come on, Athessa.]

Even better. Not that there is anything wrong with you're wearing presently, of course, but it gives us more room to work with you see. We can select whichever shoes we like best and then go from there.

3

[hassaran]

The same as ever: none of your business.

[bouchonne]

So hostile.

[bouchonne]

Kill you? Why?

[hassaran]

A desire for privacy is hostile?

[bouchonne]

Staring daggers at me, like mine was the hand that slew your pet puppy, for daring to ask after some aspect of your life - No, how silly of me to call that hostile.

[ He might be exaggerating a bit. For effect. ]

[bouchonne]

I see. So strength would be to watch them die?

[hassaran]

[ Dryly: ] If you're going to invent my reaction, you might as well invent the answer to your question, too.

[ She regrets the suggestion as soon as she's made it. ]

[bouchonne]

[ Miracle of miracles, though: he declines to take the bait, instead just smiling and letting it go. ]

What do you suppose I would do, if you were to actually answer my question and tell me something about your sea-legged lover?

[bouchonne]

Do you think I'm scary?

[hassaran]

[ Is this how one gets the best out of Byerly Rutyer? Make the worst too easy? ]

Extrapolate wildly in the filthiest possible way and bring it up at every opportunity from now on.

[windyvoice]

Nah, but I know somebody who's brother got a quest from a talking turtle.

[windyvoice]

Do you always kiss on missions with Matthais?

[sulahnan]

If this is another not unflattering thing--

[ JUST. SAY. WHAT YOU MEAN!!! ]