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

[indissection]

Allegra. For my grandmother.

[ She smiles, reaching to scratch the puppy gently. ]

She's very sweet, unlike her namesake.

[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.

[indissection]

And here I thought it was because of his charming personality.

[ She laughs softly, lifting her head to look at Abby. ]

Have you had him long?

[armd]

Couple months. He's grown heaps though.

(She's actually been marking it on her doorway for fun like her dad did for her, getting the dog to sit, wriggling, while she attempts to carve a notch where his head comes up to.)

Apparently mabari get huge.

[indissection]

They tend to do that. It is what makes them remarkable guard dogs.

[ She leans back, brushing her hands on her skirts. ]

According to the Fereldens, at least.

[armd]

And the Orlesians, believe it or not.

(He's a fancy boy.)