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

[notathreat]

[Ellie snorts aloud.]

Especially if you're gonna climb all over me.

[Like she cares.]

[favoriteanalyst]

[Narrowly avoiding 'andrastianism is just reflavored christianity juice' for now, thankfully.]

I'll take a song, then.

[cozen]

Non?

[ He lifts it—a big ol' axe, for the record—as if to swing, but does not swing. He's only testing the weight, which is: heavy. ]

What would you suggest?

[cozen]

I hope that she is, Monsieur Prêtre, but it is not so easy—she is elf-blooded, you see.

[cozen]

Thank you.

[ That he can sign. ]

What else should I know?

[notathreat]

Okay.

[For now. And she's played Hallelujah before, at the bonfire, so she thinks a bit over some of the ones she likes, rejects them each in turn because they're too damn sad-sounding.

She also doesn't have her dulcimer with her- it's just her voice. But she does sing. She's got a singing voice a touch higher than her normal one. Sweeter, too.]

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found,
Was blind, but now I see.
'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,
And grace my fears relieved.
How precious did that grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come;
'Tis grace hath brought me safe thus far
And grace will lead me home.
The Lord has promised good to me
His word my hope secures;
He will my shield and portion be,
As long as life endures.
Yea, when this flesh and heart shall fail,
and mortal life shall cease,
I shall possess within the veil,
A life of joy and peace.
When we've been there ten thousand years
Bright shining as the sun,
We've no less days to sing God's praise
Than when we've first begun

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[cozen]

[ He stops staring. But also, ]

It is a medium amount of blood, at minimum.

[kantikoy]

We're alright, [ Adrasteia promises, in part because she imagines this is not easy for Sidony in any way. ] I promise.

[sparklequeen]

It's cool. That's why I figured I should say something...

[ Sigh. ]

I get it. Sometimes you gotta fidget.

[sparklequeen]

Huh? Really?

[ She does as she's instructed--and the next one manages to land in her open mouth. She raises both hands in victory. ]

Yesssss!

[sparklequeen]

That there's no reason for us to fight each other. That it's possible to have a world where everyone lives in peace and cooperates.

[ Sigh. ]

Which feels like such a dream, honestly.

[sparklequeen]

I'm gonna eat it! Why do you care how fast I eat?

[ Abby PLEASE. ]

[sparklequeen]

Well... she clawed me pretty good that time.

[ A weak smile. ]

It healed up fine, though.

[icasm]

[ A small round of applause. ]

Good job.

[kantikoy]

I think... [ Adrasteia sighs. ] I think you're right, but I think there are enough people who disagree with you in any given situation that it would be difficult to make work. Especially in a place where people are interacting with different cultural mores.

[cozen]

That is just good sense.

[ Half up front, at least. He once had to be booked in advance for parties, too. ]

But I think you are making it up.

[cozen]

Oh yes! Lothering. Where the Champion of Kirkwall was from.

That would make a lot of sense.

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[cozen]

Good might be a strong word, but I have read some things that were very entertaining.

[indissection]

[ Her nose wrinkles immediately and she looks away, almost to cover her eyes. ]

Foul indeed. I'd rather not consider it.

[indissection]

It is truly that much at all.

[indissection]

[ It's not easy, but she shifts and cuddles closer all the same, relaxing a little. ]

Thank you. Truly.

[kyrr]

What do you know of beliefs?

[cozen]

Tout à fait.

Do you suppose the Maker still considers them our brothers and sisters? [ The Chant says those who steal from their brothers and sisters, after all, and their employers or landlords. ] If I threw my arm around a duke and called him my brother, I think I would be killed.

[notathreat]

[DING DING LESBIAN]

Aren't you married? To a guy?

[indissection]

Yes? Your point being?