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

[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 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.

[hassaran]

[ Yseult lifts a brow at Ellie's. ]

You disagree?

[ Something in the angle of her expression suggests she may be teasing rather than misreading. ]

[notathreat]

[Seriously assessing her over the edge of her mug. Sticks out her lower lip.]

I wouldn't know.

[hassaran]

[ That tugs one brow up more steeply, into more genuine skepticism. ]

You've met men. None have ever mistaken you?

[notathreat]

A couple of times. Most usually move on.

Some of 'em think I'm lying, though. And those are the assholes that'll turn it into a fight.

[Ellie nods her head toward the two men, who are still blustering at each other, though the one being "courted" is definitely smiling now, turning toward him.]

Looks like he won't have that problem.