1st Story | The journey's just begun.

[chest_forest]

[Varric felt good about waking up this morning, he had finished recanting the exploits of the Champion of Kirkwall, telling what had likely been the greatest story he's ever told. He felt pretty full of himself, as he stretched on this...comfortable bed? Sure he kept a "suite" at the Hanged Man...but the bed wasn't ever any more comfortable than

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[wantasammich]

[Hawke didn't remember going to bed last night. The last thing she remembers is defeating the Knight-Commander... yet here she is on a bright and sunny Mayfield morning, in an empty bed that is not her own. Her armor, her weapons, and her companions are all nowhere to be found.

That's just a little troubling.

After a moment to gaze around the bedroom in wonder, she'll pad downstairs in search of some answers. Varric, being unrecognizable in his newfound human form, will only receive a suspicious gaze from Hawke.]

Are you next in line for the "attempts on Hawke's life" game, then?

[chest_forest]

[Varric's head immediately snaps to that familiar voice.]

Hawke! I guess you just aren't one to miss a party now, are you?

[Varric quickly goes back to opening drawers, closet doors and anything he can get his hands on that is openable or movable. He's still not really given any notice to his non-dwarf form.]

So, is this an extremely clever kidnapping or did you manage to take us somewhere even weirder than anything before?

[wantasammich]

...Varric? My, how you've grown!

[Having a companion nearby gives her reason to relax a bit, and she allows herself an amused smirk.]

The former, I'd wager. I promise this isn't my fault, for once. [She pauses, watching him rummage through the house curiously.] Lose something, did you?

[chest_forest]

[With Hawke's first comment Varric actually stops a moment to take a look at himself. Or rather, take a look as best he can from his own perspective.]

Huh...I guess you're right.

[Varric finally ceases rummaging, and turns to look at Hawke, crossing his arms over his chest. At least his face doesn't look TOO different.]

I can't find Bianca. The last time we went into the Fade I was still a Dwarf and still had Bianca...so I'm kind of already thinking this isn't the same deal.

[Varric smirked, giving Hawke that same teasing look he always gave her.]

Besides...it remains to be seen whether or not this is your fault.

[Phone]

[unasked_for]

[Fenris has been doing a lot of listening over the phone recently, as he doesn't have much better to do - yet - and he's discovered a few of his acquaintances this way recently. And he'd recognize Varric's voice even without Bianca as an obvious tell.]

Varric? Can you hear me? [He's assuming Varric has knocked over the phone; that seems to be a common theme among their group.] Pick up the device, if you can. [The unspoken other half of his sentence, judging by his tone, is "continue fumbling about like an idiot if you can't". Mayfield has not improved Fenris' mood in the slightest.]

[Phone]

[chest_forest]

[It does sound as if Varric has picked up the receiver for the device...however he has not put it up to his ear.]

That you, Elf? It sure sounds like you but it sounds different. It's almost as if this thing filters the brooding out of your voice.

[unasked_for]

Then perhaps you finally have a reason to stop commenting on it.

This...phone...allows you to talk to people in other places. Like an eluvian, but without the countless magical drawbacks. [Actually, now that he's made that comparison...oh, he's rather looking forward to pointing this out to Merrill.]

[chest_forest]

Oh come on, Elf...that brooding attitude is what brings in the ladies. You should probably be careful about how much you use this "phone" thing.

So then, what's the situation? Hawke doesn't really know anything either.

[Phone]

[chest_forest]

[Having gotten a couple of tips already, Varric at least knows to pick up the phone.]

[He still, however, simply holds it by the chord, away from his face, instead of putting it up to his ear.]

Daisy, was that you? Andraste's sanctified ass did they get all of us?

[With this development, NOW Varric sounds a little concerned.]

[chest_forest]

Yea, I am a tad worried...because she's gone...but that seems actually pretty everyday for this place, considering what I've heard already.

How long you been here, Daisy?

Phone

[chest_forest]

Of course I know Bianca.

Wait...you know Bianca? I get the strangest feeling we aren't talking about the same thing, here.

[chest_forest]

Yea...sure sounds like it.

Why don't you tell me about this Bianca of yours? I'll see if it matches up.

[Totally not dodging having to talk about his own Bianca, oh no not at all.]