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 somewhere, 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 anything else sort of boring. You can provide context if you'd like, like "[ On the way back from Antiva: ]," but it isn't mandatory.

2. Post a few different remarks your character might make—similar to TFLN, except spoken out loud and less ridiculous, maybe, or maybe not, I 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. Threadjacking to create multiperson conversations is encouraged (unless someone says not to). Multiple different conversations between the same 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.

Comments

[bouchonne]

Ooh. What does it find when it crawls around?

[illithidnapped]

Well I don't make the rules, my dear. It's just how curses are.

You know: true love's kiss breaks a sleeping spell, being told one's own name shatters the pact between a menacing sprite and its prey— mermaids turning into sea foam.

That sort of thing.

[illithidnapped]

[Come now, he's the very picture of a helping heart, don't be ungrateful—


Oh.

And inevitably, in the most flattered tone imaginable:]

—you think my feet are delicate?

[illithidnapped]

Do I look as if I've tested the scientific finesse behind slaying monsters, my love?

[A long beat, his back arched a little more as he sprawls further, before (with an abruptly heaving sigh):]

Kebab yes.

Blunted stick, no.

Also: gross.

[notathreat]

Then how do you know a kebab works?

[wHEEZE she reaches back and ineffectually slaps at what part of him she can reach (his ass, it's his ass) stop being so heAVY thnx]

Can you put- can you put more than one vampire on a giant kebab?

Vampkebab?

[doggish]

I think you are a menace who needs a bucket of water more than he needs another indulgence . . . . indulged.

[Leave him alone, he's currently trying to remember if they came left or right, Kirkwall is a nightmare. How is it possible to get lost in a city he's lived in for nearly a decade? But here we are.]

You are a corrupting influence. Are you certain we came this way?

[illithidnapped]

Because it's sharp enough that— theoretically— it might somehow stand a chance of getting through.

And what? No, where would you even—

[Just for that literal asspat he's pleased to shift down even harder, hands folding neatly across his stomach. You're welcome, Ellie.]

No one makes giant kebabs: that's just a damned tree.

[illithidnapped]

[The featherlight gasp he lets out is almost fantasy-Shakespearian in its falsely wounded caliber, footsteps flagging.]

...I don't know.

Starved from neglect as I am, I'm finding it a little hard to focus at the moment.

[armd]

(In Abby's case it started off as the later and will become the former. Writing back and forth is fun.)

Visit the library. Practice in the training yard. Hang around in the mess hall waiting for other people to wake up

[kyrr]

What weapon do you use?

[ A simple question. Tofa has a bow beside her - answer enough, maybe. ]

[notathreat]

Ow-- bitch--

Are you all elbows--

[Aggressive grumbling, no attempt to move him off.]

I feel like there's a joke in there somewhere.

[armd]

No.

(She's going to spear some of his potato with her fork. En garde!!)

[armd]

Imagine being that alert, all the time.

[armd]

(Hi, says the dog's tail, which starts wagging furiously the moment he's looked at, hi hi hi hi hi hi

Right, introductions.)

This is Wags.

[armd]

(Abby glances at it before she replies.)

A mace. And my fists

You into sparring?

[notathreat]

[Just one loud pained laugh, thanks.]

[illithidnapped]

I'm alluringly svelte, I'll have you know.

You should consider yourself lucky to be laid upon at all.

[There, fine, easing off a little at last.]

Anyway there's a lot of jokes in there— but which part, specifically? The bit about mutual, simultaneous impalement or the part about something long and hard standing a decent chance of getting the job done?

[notathreat]

Svelte.

[Has to repeat it in a deep voice.]

Should have known you'd get stuck on the impalement part.

[Wriggling onto her side to at least be able to look at him. Drawing's abandoned.]

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[armd]

Want to play the quiet game?

(Because the bitching is making the trek back to the Gallows feel even longer-)

[apocalypsegrown]

They work just fine, I assure you. Capable enough to differentiate the coffee from the cat shit at least.

<3

[apocalypsegrown]

How normal? I'm not sure my normal is the same as their normal. Or your normal at that.

[ Have an arm around the waist instead then; it is a party after all, the corners crowded with couples as well as the dance floor. ]

2.

[apocalypsegrown]

Not shriek like a little Victorian girl given their first pony.

[ And for that she pinches him again. ]

[indissection]

[ Well. How adorable.

Sidony leans down, offering a hand with a small smile. ]

Greetings, dear Wags.

[kyrr]

I spar. Not often - I hunt more. But I will spar.

[armd]

Well I'd rather spar than be hunted so that works for me