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]

[There's a pause, and then:]

Yep. That, and everything else that day.

[She doesn't sound particularly proud of herself.]

[heorte]

[ A familiar tone. ]

I see.

[ Recognition. ]

It's no easy thing, with an injury like that.

[hassaran]

It's remarkable how often men combine the two. [ Dryly, over the rim of her cup. ]

He's interested, but not totally won over yet. Look at his lower body, still turned toward the bar. If he gets bored in a drink or two he may choose the fight.

[notathreat]

[Ellie pulls a face. Ellis was one of the very first people to be kind to her, and that counts for something.]

No. But it doesn't bother me the same way it bothers people here, you know?

[notathreat]

[Ellie does an eyebrow raise, a head tilt. Maybe it's not just men.]

Wouldn't blame him. I think the fight's a way of saving face. You shoot your shot and it doesn't work out.

[heorte]

The wound, or what needed to be done to survive after having been dealt it?

1/2

[notathreat]

Oh no, the wound sucks. That shit hurt.

2/2

[notathreat]

But yeah, the- killing people thing.

It was them or me.

[notathreat]

I feel like any questions I have about this are gonna come off super rude.

[notathreat]

What, like some kind of implosion grenade?

[She's joking haha unless]

[heorte]

That's usually the way of it. You needn't explain.

[armd]

... More often than I'd like.

[armd]

No! I just don't really get the appeal.

[armd]

I saw one for sale down at the docks. Kinda had a what if moment.

[armd]

They have more room for dancing than you'd think. (Gotta keep up morale...) But I didn't learn any of this there.

(Which is why she stutters still, less smooth elegance, more obviously concentrating on where she's stepping. But it's passable?? She flashes a little grin at Sylvie,) Not bad, huh.

[armd]

What is that supposed to mean?

[armd]

I don't like it. (Fine. but she's gonna complain the whole way)

(Unhappily,) I feel dizzy.

[armd]

I like it. (Allegra, not Sidony's grandmother.)

(Offhandedly,) Wags is short for Wagner. He's named after one of my favourite composers from back home.

[armd]

(Oh eat up buttercup that cornbread is dry.)

Yeah, I know. M'not really doing all of that any more though, so. (Training, watching what she eats, working to a schedule, etc)

[illithidnapped]

You're speaking to a vampire and accusing me of making up nonsense about what other monsters I know? [Let's be real, Bastien's theory isn't unreasonable here, Astarion.]

—oh all right, fine.

They never really did parties, but they did exist, you know.

And none of them were nice.

[illithidnapped]

Tsk. Naughty pup. [His teeth (his entire mouth, in fact) closes devilishly around the downturned tip of one sharp ear, there and gone again in a substitute for scolding misbehavior when he's already held.]

I offer you courtesy and you gift me blackmail. One of these days I'm going to train you properly. [Look who's getting set back down with one more nip for good measure...

If you guessed Leto, you'd be right.]

For your sake, it'd better be a good token. [Come on, follow him, he knows the way from here.] Diamonds. Pearls. Gold— a gilded pair of cuffs, perhaps? Hand-engraved with your name on them, so every time I'm blindfolded I can—

Oh.

Wait.

[Didn't think the logic of that one through.]

...still. You have to admit it'd be a nice touch. Very romantic.

[illithidnapped]

I—

[H E Y.

Oh, that's done it, consider yourself rolled over on, Ellie. One very heavy vampire perfectly content to be dead weight coming right up.]

Excuse you, I most certainly did not cheat. Or are you counting height and natural prowess to the list of things I'm not permitted to utilize?

[illithidnapped]

My entertaining you is a completely distinct breed entirely, you know.

But if you'd like a different story, I'm happy to oblige.

[illithidnapped]

Oh but I do. [He counters, almost gasping for emphasis when he says it.

Lifting his fingers high to show her:]

You see, I already stole them.

[illithidnapped]

Ah ah. Not so fast.

Ask me again after you've given me your list.