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Who: Hawke and YOU.
What: BOARD GAMES!?
When: December 7th-10th, afternoons.
Where: THE BIGGEST, MOST PUBLIC COMMON ROOM WITH ALL THE BOARD GAMES.
Warnings: Candyland, probably.
So Lash had disappeared.
Again.
And it was becoming increasingly difficult for Hawke to keep his mind off it. Sure, he often occupied himself with books, but nowadays he found them too inadequate a distraction. He needed something more stimulating, more engaging, so he could stop thinking about where Lash had gone to and for what reason and why she apparently couldn't tell him anything about it. He understood the need to wander--he'd done it himself after unintentionally faking his death (unintentionally because he'd actually thought he was going to die), but somewhere in his emotionless stoicism, he was the slightest bit hurt.
He did not want to think about what would happen or what he would do if she didn't come back.
So mind games it was. It was no secret that he loved strategy games, so that's what he would do. Hawke had taken up residence in one of the large common rooms, surrounded by board games of all kinds which he paid little attention to. Instead, he occupied himself with a deck of cards and a steaming mug of coffee, dealing out the distinctive formation of solitare. It was hard to play chess by yourself.
What: BOARD GAMES!?
When: December 7th-10th, afternoons.
Where: THE BIGGEST, MOST PUBLIC COMMON ROOM WITH ALL THE BOARD GAMES.
Warnings: Candyland, probably.
So Lash had disappeared.
Again.
And it was becoming increasingly difficult for Hawke to keep his mind off it. Sure, he often occupied himself with books, but nowadays he found them too inadequate a distraction. He needed something more stimulating, more engaging, so he could stop thinking about where Lash had gone to and for what reason and why she apparently couldn't tell him anything about it. He understood the need to wander--he'd done it himself after unintentionally faking his death (unintentionally because he'd actually thought he was going to die), but somewhere in his emotionless stoicism, he was the slightest bit hurt.
He did not want to think about what would happen or what he would do if she didn't come back.
So mind games it was. It was no secret that he loved strategy games, so that's what he would do. Hawke had taken up residence in one of the large common rooms, surrounded by board games of all kinds which he paid little attention to. Instead, he occupied himself with a deck of cards and a steaming mug of coffee, dealing out the distinctive formation of solitare. It was hard to play chess by yourself.