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

[coeurdulyon]

Sur le Pont d'Avignon. It is the accompanying song to an old folk dance.

[justashotaway]

...They sing songs about bridges in Orlais?

[coeurdulyon]

I would be surprised to learn otherwise, for there is a song for everything in Orlais. But the song is less about the bridge itself than it is about the dance.

[justashotaway]

[she asks in orlesian--]

How do the words go?

[coeurdulyon]

[ Rather than just tell her, he clears his throat and starts to sing so she might hear the words and the tune at once. ]

Sur le Pont d'Avignon
L'on y danse, l'on y danse
Sur le Pont d'Avignon
L'on y danse tous en rond.

Les beaux messieurs font comme ça [ He mimes a bow. ]
Et puis encore comme ça. [ And again, in the other direction, then repeats the chorus. ]

Les belles dames font comme ça [ Here he curtsies. ]
Et puis encore comme ça. [ Once more, nodding to some other imaginary person. ]

[ There's more but egad I'm not typing it all out. ]

[justashotaway]

[Laura listens intently--and as he demonstrates the gestures and steps, she hastens to copy them. Her versions don't have any real grace to them; they're mechanical, a clockwork doll's imitation.]

[coeurdulyon]

[ It's been a while since he's had to recall every verse, but it's not a complex arrangement. ]

Les filles font comme ça [ A salute, for some reason. ]
Et puis encore comme ça. [ Again, redirected. Then the chorus once more and... ]

Les musiciens font comme ça [ A final bow. ]
Et puis encore comme ça. [ And a really final bow. ]

[justashotaway]

[And she does all the moves with him, all the way to the end. Once they both straighten up from their final bows, and she's certain the song is over--]

That is a strange song.

[coeurdulyon]

[ He smiles, and chuckles, heartened by the little diversion of dance. ]

Yes, it is generally used to teach children, I believe. But sometimes I find it stuck in my mind and the only way to dislodge it is to sing.

[justashotaway]

...What are they supposed to learn?

[coeurdulyon]

I suppose how to bow and curtsy, and the different forms of address. Maybe even to dance, though actual steps seem rather scarce in the verse.

[justashotaway]

Does it work?

[coeurdulyon]

Oh, yes, I imagine so. Though, not for everyone.

[ His eyes twinkle as he gives her a conspiratorial look. ]

I, for one, needed finishing lessons.

[justashotaway]

[And gets a blank one in return.

(He reminds her of Bastien.)]

What did you need to finish?

[coeurdulyon]

Learning, of course. My curtsies have always been a bit cumbersome.

[justashotaway]

[...hm.]

Show me?

[coeurdulyon]

[ He does, holding out the hem of his tunic as if it's a skirt. All in all it's a perfectly serviceable curtsy, low enough to be respectful but not so low as to belie his elevated station. It's just a tad stiff, really. ]

Mademoiselle.