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

Sylvie Laufeydottir | Scouting (Rifter)

[apocalypsegrown]

1. If we were on literally almost any other planet, this [ She gestures ] would take two seconds to do instead of seven hours.

2. [ Whispered in the ear, arm in arm. ] Do you think they noticed?

4. What is your going rate? Because if I have to fill out another one of these I might actually go insane.

5. If this works it'll be out of luck rather than skill.

6. So how is your love life?

7. Wildcard me!

4

[cozen]

You couldn't afford my rate in coin, but I also accept payment in stories.

[apocalypsegrown]

( This is the only way I can think of to make this work lol. )

I wasn't actually asking you. But what use do you have for make-believe stories?

[cozen]

[ bless u for making it. ]

A lot of stories are make-believe. Most of the good ones, I would say.

But if you want to tell me a real story—I don't think your memories are make-believe. Whether you all came from the Fade or not, what you remember is what you remember. It still makes you who you are.

2

[armd]

(Lowly, because she's keeping an ear out,) I think there'd be a lot more yelling if they had.

Quick, act normal.

<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. ]

[armd]

Only as normal as you can bear, (is a little cheeky, maybe, but so is her glance out toward the dance floor.

Ironically, the last time she was ever out on one, was with Loki.) C'mon. (No better place to hide. She's used to leading, so she does, with minimal stumbling out the gate.)

[apocalypsegrown]

So very little.

[ She grins, but lets Abby lead her onto the dance floor, settling into her arms. It's not often she dances in a formal setting, but she's been around enough blocks and palaces and highbrow end-of-the-word parties to know how to keep from getting stepped on. It's atually a bit impressive how little she does have to avoid Abby's feet. ]

I didn't think zombie apocalyptic worlds had much room for dancing, and yet here you are!

[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.

1.

[justashotaway]

Then you should go to another planet.

[apocalypsegrown]

[ really? She gives her the flattest look possible. ]

Ah yes, let me just whip out my handy time and space teleportation device I no longer have and do just that.

[justashotaway]

[ Laura's expression, flat by default, doesn't change. ]

That would be convenient. What is it?

2.

[icasm]

[ Whispered back. ] You did pinch me, what was I supposed to do?

2.

[apocalypsegrown]

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

[ And for that she pinches him again. ]

[icasm]

[ This time he gasps, just a little bit, and frowns at her sharply. ]

Stop that; it isn't funny.

[apocalypsegrown]

Oh is the little prince not used to a little pain.

[ And she reaches to pinch his ass this time. ]

[icasm]

[ Stifled startled noise!! ]

That isn't true and you know it. Take it back!

[apocalypsegrown]

Make me.

[ Going for the other cheek 🤏 ]

[icasm]

[ Exasperated noises! Throwing his hands up! Making no real attempt to stop her! ]

Why are you like this, why do I even like you?

[apocalypsegrown]

[ Her eyebrows go up, lips curled up as she hooks her arms around his hips when he does throw up his arms. ]

Oh now you like me. And here I thought we were just mutually beneficial bedmates.

[icasm]

[ He peers are her and then frowns, clearing his throat a little, earlier annoyance all but forgotten in the light of her closeness. ]

It's more than that.

[ Surely she knows this by now, does he have to say it or something? ]

[apocalypsegrown]

[ She makes a noise like she's unsure, but the wrinkle of the nose and quirk of her smile leans towards teasing. ]

Is it? Not just good old fashioned narcissism?

[icasm]

/[ Teasing should be a good sign so why is his mouth so dry? Loki shakes his head a little. ]

It's not just narcissism.

[apocalypsegrown]

Shame.

[ And with that she pinches his butt on each cheek sharply. ]

[icasm]

[ Twisting a little in the attempt not to be so easily pinched! It doesn't work out in his favor, really. ]

Why? Why is that a shame? Stop pinching me!