[open] in which zinda is herself

[30languagesofbeer]

Well kiss my rear end and call me a jackrabbit-- someones gotta give me some more of whatteva it is I've been takin' for the past...

Aw, shit, where's the off button for all this damn noise.

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[deconsecrate]

Goodness. Do all that? We've barely met!

[ Such dry, very flirt. Much ...Hawke. ]

[30languagesofbeer]

Time's nothin' [a pause. ....ah, yes she remembers this one], Trouble! Y'gotta live while you can!

[deconsecrate]

I was hoping that would stick.

[ He's not kidding, either, as evinced by the sprawling smile in his ...mental voice, or whatever. A person doesn't hang out with certain gregarious dwarves for nigh-on seven years without smarting for lack of nickname! ]

The off-button is 'practice,' near as I've been able to work out. Or the odd generous soul willing to provide a distraction.

[wholeheaded]

...depends, how long has it been and what are the effects?

[ look he's trying to help maybe.]

[damnsel]

I'm not sure I quite understand what you're asking, but I'd be glad to help you sort everything out.

[30languagesofbeer]

Aw, shucks, wasn't I clear enough?

I'm just tryin' to figure out if I was drugged, an' if so, where I can get some.

[damnsel]

I hope you weren't drugged! That seems like a terrible thing to do to someone.

[ Even if she seems to want more...because that would be strange. ]

[30languagesofbeer]

See, thats the thing. I'm not sure.

Whatsa girl gotta do to get some explanations around here?

[wholeheaded]

Starting with specific questions helps. [ it's said in good humor, with a generous dose of patience. ] Were you at the school, and did you believe you were... someone else who's not you?

[30languagesofbeer]

How couldn' it? I know your type, and it's got Trouble written all over it.

Aw, jeez, that's gonna be so annoyin' when I'm hung over.

[30languagesofbeer]

Same me, different history. Which ain't too abnormal, but I'd like to know what's behind it this time.

[30languagesofbeer]

Right! At least ask a lady's permission first!

[damnsel]

Yes-- well, no. Aren't drugs supposed to be bad?

[wholeheaded]

[ ah. a recently familiar issue.]

From what I've been told, the folks responsible are called Trumps or Arcana, they've gathered us together to go on these quests and sometimes fill roles for them. It's happened to me before.

[deconsecrate]

[ Well, that can't be denied. Still, he's elaborately put upon as he declares: ] But I never get nicknames.

[ Because he didn't take Varric to Orlais. ]

Oh, now. I think I could manage to give you something else to think about. Even hungover!

[ ....................8D? ]

[30languagesofbeer]

Better change that never, since it sure did just happen!

You think so? Alrigh' we'll give it a try later, hm?

[30languagesofbeer]

Depends on what kindof thinkin' you're doing, I suppose.

[deconsecrate]

A moment I will treasure forever.

I'll have to spend some time working out how to provide something suitable.

[ Funny, no one has ever made 'suitable' sound like 'porn' before. ]

[damnsel]

I've never done any at all!

[30languagesofbeer]

Well, good on you kid, stay clean!

[damnsel]

I'm Anduin, by the way.

[ he feels vaguely run over by this conversation... ]