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[youallneedme]

Who; Garrett Hawke and OPEN.
What; Everyone goes drinking after having a good ol' showdown with whatever's been crawling out of the chasm. Which will also be logged and backdated someday, apparently.
Where; A tavern or bar.
When; Backdated to April 12th, I think? Late evening.
Rating; Gonna say 14A for CRUDE LANGUAGE.
Status; Open, Ongoing

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[endtheblight]

[He wasn't sure what possessed him to walk inside, but there Alistair was, standing inside a bar in the Underworld. Go figure.

He moved to the bar, taking a seat, grabbing the barkeep's attention to bring him a drink.

With the beer in front of him, the other man's toast grabbed his attention. Oh, that guy.]

You're serious?

[womanwhofights]

[And who else but Cousland can saunter in and make the room noticably more obnoxious?
But srsly, taking a seat next to Alistair and waving at Hawke.]

So you weren't kidding about the crazy people, your majesty.

[endtheblight]

[His face turns red, instantly.]

Did you really have to feed the flames?

[chasindlegend]

[Morrigan's found her way to the bar, she's been watching all of them make fools out of themselves. It's mildly entertaining at the least, despite the fact that she doesn't actually drink herself. She's just going to continue watching and shaking her head periodically until she gets bored of it all. Or until she gets noticed.]

[endtheblight]

[Here comes Alistair. He's been drinking... a lot. He stumbles over to her, nearly spilling his drink as he gets close. His speech is slurred, you might need a translator.]

What are youuu doing here?

[chasindlegend]

[See this look? It's complete and utter disgust. Mixed with a small amount of disdain.]

Watching you all make fools of yourself, 'tis exceptionally entertaining.

[endtheblight]

Hey,I'm not... [A giggle... he takes a slurp of beer and seats himself beside her.] I'm not making a fool out of anyone...

[doesnotbrood]

[ Just as it had been in Kirkwall when the eminent threat of Denarius was alleviated, it didn't take long for Fenris to find his way to a bar. He also wasn't terribly surprised to see others from his world there.

Not that he acknowledged them. His mind was a rush of information. Anders knew Garrett, apparently a male version of Marian. Marian was not the Marian he knew. Carver was alive, Bethany dead.

And Anders was here. So, he went to the bar, ordered a bottle of red, refused a glass, and found a broody corner to brood in. ]

[chasindlegend]

[Oh look, 'tis someone who is not an idiot. At least that is what Morrigan is hoping when she walks over to where Fenris was sitting. Or more accurately, where he was brooding.]

My, my, 'Tis quite a lot of wine you have there all by yourself. Do you often brood and drink alone?

[doesnotbrood]

I'm not brooding. [He heaves a sigh but offers the bottle to her.] Would you care for some?

[chasindlegend]

It certainly looks as though you are brooding. [She shakes her head.] I do not drink. I find no enjoyment in losing control of myself.