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

[sulahnan]

[ Aha but there's a return to the argument topic! ]

Yeah, that's kind of my point, though, is that even for people who are naturally gifted or whatever, if you ask them, they worked hard. And for people who aren't, they also worked hard, it doesn't mean that the talented person didn't. Or, you know, that an untalented person might as well not work so hard because they'll never be as good as the other guy.

[ Oh, but he complimented her-- ]

But thank you.

[cozen]

[ DISCUSSION topic. ]

Of course an untalented person should not give up because they cannot be the best. If I thought that were true, I would never sing again.

[sulahnan]

That's good, because where I'm from [ hah ] songs are currency [ Not true at all ] , and you owe me for that lullaby I sang for you.

[cozen]

Ah, Maker, it would take—I do not even know how many of the songs I can sing, to repay you for that one. But perhaps if I can use an instrument.

[sulahnan]

Nope, no instruments. If you think it'll take that long, better start now, eh?

[cozen]

[ He sighs. He's very oppressed.

But then he straightens his sleeves, rakes the front of his hair into place, and emerges on the other side of those adjustments with the sort of straighter-shouldered, sharper-eyed, snappy confidence that would allow him to hold a room's attention rather than slip off the edges of it, because he's also not a coward. ]

D'accord.

[ Then, lively, in a perfectly adequate but not overly impressive voice: ]

Assehta the elf, with curly feet, and a bare and hairless head,
slept every day on table top, then took breakfast on her—

[ He makes the universal circley gesture for a forgotten word, asking her to fill it in for him. ]

[sulahnan]

[ She laughs, delighted, and supplies: ] Bed!

[cozen]

[ Aha, he snaps, and continues on: ]

She fed the cooks and cleaned the maids and washed the launderess,
then went down to the dungeon to make the guaaards—

[ This time there’s no prompting gesture for that fill-in-blank, only a wincing hesitation at that last drawn-out word. ]

[sulahnan]

[ Wait, is the right answer confess or... ] Undress?

[cozen]

[ It was definitely confess. But other than a squinting and grinning at her in cheerfully baffled surprise, he doesn’t pause. ]

—and while they took their shirts off, as a way to pass the time,
she begged the prisoner’s pardon for his years of evil—

[sulahnan]

Crime. [ That one's easy, but now she's wondering how to trip him up on the next verse. ]

[cozen]

[ He never trips!

Watch him trip immediately. ]

Then up into the garden, leaving the guards there in their socks,
to walk a path made out of flowers and water all the—

[sulahnan]

[ Hmmmm she'll get him on the next one, it'd be too easy to say the rhyme she's got. ] Rocks...