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[sassyqueermage]

WHO: sassyqueermage, OPEN
WHERE: Outside the Tower.
WHEN: Today, early evening.
WARNINGS: Sassiness.
SUMMARY: Anders wants a drink. Badly. However, he has no idea where to look.
FORMAT: Prose.

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Somehow this seemed like the right person to throw at Anders.

[lordofthundera]

Lion-O was once again walking back home after a day of service to the civilians of The City. It was surprising how much trouble can be roused up in one afternoon, even without soul-sucking monsters or large creatures terrorizing them.

While he walked, he noticed a man... having problems communicating. He knew that look all too well. Offering a slight smile, Lion-O approached the downtrodden man- taking a step back once he saw an overly frustrated look on his face. Lion-O understood, raising a hand into the air. "I hope you don't mind me overhearing, friend." He cleared his throat a moment, hoping this man wouldn't lash out on him for the actions of others.

"...No food and drink, and you appear to be lost. I'm Lion-O. Please... let me take you somewhere where you can get some food." He smiled gently at the cat and back at the man. "Maybe something for your friend as well."

crying rn

[sassyqueermage]

He was hallucinating.

Mr. Wiggums was able to take down three templars and this was too much for him.

Anders stared at the cat...man wondering if it would be rude to ask about that. The squirrel did not seem to mind too much when they discussed how squirrels lived versus humans, but she looked human. Not to say that this man did not look human except he was covered in hair and had a very impressive mane (he just mentally complimented a cat man's mane, oh Maker).

"I...am Anders-O. I mean, Anders. Just Anders, and yes, that would be lovely."

XD

[lordofthundera]

Lion-O laughed. "Anders. It's nice to meet you." He noticed the strange look the man was giving him, and figured an explanation was in order. But maybe that was best after he ate something.

He looked at the cat. "And who's this?"

Re: XD

[sassyqueermage]

"Nice to meet you. Very pleasant. Yes." My, how proper they were being--mage and cat man. Cat man and mage. If Oghren could see him now--

But the subject turned to his cat. Anders absentmindedly wondered if it was rude for him to carry a cat-cat in the presence of a cat man. Justice had given him enough lectures about how he was enslaving his feline friend and he was just a spirit.

"Ser Pounce-a-lot, slayer of Darkspawn and lord of naps." He grabbed Pounce's little paw and waved hello.

[thelionharted]

What does a police officer do but help people in need? Granted, apparition was all well and good, and James did do it when he was in a hurry, but sometimes he just enjoyed the walk to the police station. This was one of those times, and he quirked an eyebrow as he saw that mage fellow with the cat, looking a bit lost.

"Hallo," he says cheerfully, heading over with a little wave. "You look a bit -- well, disgruntled, I suppose. Need any help? Or to find the MAC? Something?"

[sassyqueermage]

"Oh, good fellow mage James! What a coincidence to see you here while my cat and I are starving," he grinned despite himself. Finally.

He wanted to say that James looked like a normal fellow with a normal name, but considering the crowd Anders ran with, it wouldn't make sense for James to be normal. There were a few things off such as the see-through glass over his eyes and his clothes which were nothing like robes. And this man called himself a mage.

"Disgruntled, frustrated, crying on the inside--we could go on forever. What's a MAC?"

[thelionharted]

"Well, I do help people. I think I can take care of the starving, if you'd like to grab something to eat," he grinned back.

Anders, of course, was wearing robes, which -- well, were hard to come by, here. It wasn't impossible, but it was a lot of bother James didn't want to deal with, not when he doesn't have to. When he's not at work, James usually settles for jeans and a t-shirt, or something of that nature. Muggle clothes. Makes it easier to blend in.

"The MAC is the housing complex they have for, er, people like you and me. ImPorts. It's not the greatest, but it's free and it's a place to stay. I live with my mates a bit away from there, at Remus' house."

[sassyqueermage]

"I'd love to." Food, food, food. At least the offer for free food was a step up from Fereldon.

His whole body went rigid at the brief explanation of the MAC. It sounded eerily similar to the Circle except James was walking about like nobody's business. Maybe this world had their own version of it and it was more lax? But it still sounded...wrong to him.

"Do they have any dirt here? Maybe a nice patch of grass? Because I could probably make good use of that instead."

[jadedsidekick]

Suffice to say Shego was rarely in a good mood when alternate dimensions came into play. She was in a bad mood the first time she stepped foot into this dimension, and she will remain in a bad mood for her second time around. However, the fact that she actually had a job offer within the first hour of her arrival made things a bit more manageable...even if the guy was a total creep who wanted her to sign in blood.

But hey, a jobs a job, and a somewhat celebratory drink was in order. That, or a drink to calm down that headache she just so happened to get as soon as she realized she was in the same stupid City as last time.

So here she was, headed out to be as far away from the Tower when she spies a rather... peculiar individual wearing what looks like some kind of dress talking to a cat. He was obviously another imPort, and Shego figured she could take the time to harass a newbie.

She pauses somewhere next to him, and cocks her hip to the side as she crosses her arms, an eyebrow raised with a sort of amusement at how bizarre this

[sassyqueermage]

Anders looked around, trying to find the source of that delectable voice and found it not too far off.

My, did all women wear skintight outfits in this world (not that he was complaining, mind you)?

"Correction, a mage talking to his cat who might as well pass as my familiar or you could call me Anders," he smirked.

[jadedsidekick]

She rolls her eyes a little, but her face is still amused as he basically introduces himself. "Mage, weirdo, same thing. So what, do all mages in your little fantasy world wear ridiculous dresses and carry around cats? Or are you just a special case?"

Weren't owls their stupid "familiars" or something? Whatever. Shego never paid attention to those stupid fantasy movies to care.

Her arms were crossed once again, and she strolled a little closer to him. Sheesh that outfit was ridiculous. She didn't see any reason to introduce herself just yet.

[sassyqueermage]

"This ridiculous dress is a robe, thank you." She was feisty just like Velanna. Oh, that brought back memories. It was so long ago (no, it wasn't) that he had laid eyes on that buxom blond elf.

"And this cat is very special indeed." He held up Ser Pounce-a-lot, hands hooked under his front paws. "Say hello, Pounce."

I'm lazy, eat me.

[stressbaking]

[Here comes a pie maker and his dog, who immediately starts barking. Why are you barking, Digby? Because there's a cat, you say? And now there's a golden retriever barreling for you Anders, Ned just barely trailing behind.]

Sorry I-- don't know what's gotten into him. [He tells Digby to sit but the dog continues to wag his tail, barking to play with his kitty frand.]

but are you delicious?

[sassyqueermage]

Anders gasped and nearly jumped back at the dog suddenly going for him. He side stepped instead, hoping to miss any over exuberant dog slobber all over his face. When the dog stopped at his owner's command, Anders got a closer look, noting how different it looked from the mabari he knew of yet was unmistakably a dog with its tail wagging and doggish scent.

He held his cat closer to his chest. "Probably thought he could go and eat poor Ser Pounce-a-lot."

[OOC: presumably earlier in the day pre-getting drunk w/ shego.]

(mmm) the tastiest

[stressbaking]

He's just playful, he wouldn't have hurt him. [Still he winces, not liking to be rude, even by proxy.] You're sorry, aren't you, Digby? [He barks again.]

[sassyqueermage]

"Playful? He was charging at me." Anders looked suspiciously at the dog, Digby. It definitely reminded him of the Mabari hounds around Vigils' Keep. The Warden-Commander was specially fond of them. "Apology accepted, but it better not happen again. I rather like being slobber free and having a cat in one piece."