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 nods to herself. There's a difference between the patrol stories of the veterans and the younger ones, the ones who haven't running into anything pants-shittingly terrifying over and over and over again, and been humbled by their near-misses and mistakes.]

If you're doing it every day, you're gonna feel different about it.

[heorte]

Aye.

[ And for many Riftwatch members, brutality is something they visit. Not something they live alongside. ]

Here, [ is a little conciliatory, meant to draw Ellie a step back from the severity of this shared thread between them. ] I've scarring all alongside here, [ One hand sweeps across his ribs, indicating. ] from where I fell through a ruin. Some ribs were broken.

[ "some" ]

[notathreat]

[Ellie winces, giving him a deeply sympathetic look. Ribs are the worst, hurting with every breath.]

What were you doing in a ruin?

[heorte]

Warden business.

[ To the tune of hunting darkspawn.

Ellis' fingers have tiptoed down along his side, the bone of his hip. Scarring he knows by heart. ]

I was younger. I didn't know to be careful about where I was putting my feet, and I was impatient. It was a good lesson to correct that.

[notathreat]

[Even if she can't see the scars due to what he's wearing, the vivid picture his fingertips paint as her by the throat.]

That's always something you learn the hard way. Glad you lived through it.