And it's the stars, the stars that lie to you.

[neverheardofhim]

[This week, Varric opted to take a page from Vanille’s book. Gathering everyone together after the roller-coaster that the first trial had been proved to be somewhat cathartic for himself. He hoped that it would prove to do the same for the others.]

[He wasn’t alone, of course, having found himself blessed with the most ragtag team of chefs and party-planners. He might have had words for and thoughts on Elda and Kimbley, Mikazuki was welcome company, and he wasn’t about to turn away potential allies, even in a fight as simple as cooking dinner.]

[Once everyone’s set to a task, baking a cake, brewing tea, or stirring stew (the only task Varric could think to assign Elda to), Varric excused himself to his room. His first task was writing up cards, each personally titled and signed by Varric.]

Food in the Library. 5 p.m. Don’t spend the night alone.

[Each note was slid under a door and accompanied by a single rap on the wood.]

[With his tasks completed, Varric returned to the kitchen to put out any potential fires and, with luck, set the food out. A table in the library would be adorned with plenty of tea, cake, pancakes courtesy of Viktor, and stew thanks mostly to Varric (sorry, Elda).]

Comments

[matchbreaker]

[ Sigh.

... No point resisting him at this point. ]

Playing cards.

[ As she's drawing a 2 of clubs on this wrapped up duct tape ]

[sportadork]

[woo, bitter resignation! that's a step forward!]

Is that what you'll bet with? [gestures to the stuff. assumes we're all just gonna start playing whist or something.]

[matchbreaker]

No, I brought those along to give people stuff to mess with. The only one I'd even really want to keep is the pen thing.


[ So people can even jack it if they want ]

[sportadork]

Hm.

[was that enough small talk. probably. onto the main issue at hand.]

What wouldn't you explain to any human?

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh.

Her eyes turn sharp, bright and almost catlike ]

Nothing I'm going to tell you.

[sportadork]

Why not?

[matchbreaker]

I already said so!

[ She shouldn't be shouting ]

[sportadork]

[speaking just a little bit quieter than usual.]

You have not said what would stop you from telling me.

[matchbreaker]

[ She's missing that nuance here and thus is shouting back, ]

Yes I did! Pay attention!

[sportadork]

[-- okay he knows this will make this worse but. he laughs. a little bit. he tries to hide it behind a hand.]

I am paying attention! Nothing you have said would stop you from telling me, Elda.

[matchbreaker]

Yes I did! You're not special jut because you're ripped! A human's a human!

[ . . . Wait. ]

[sportadork]

[he grins and claps his hands together.]

It seems like you're very good at keeping secrets! Is this true?

[matchbreaker]

[ Wait he's--

... She narrows her eyes, and she- ]

Why, are you? Let's see you prove it first.

[sportadork]

[glances around at. everyone.]

Can't do it here. [why] If we could go somewhere else, I can.

[matchbreaker]

[ She nods.

She nods and stands, throwing the sharpie aside and picking up the fishing pole pen from her pile of stuff and then motions for him to follow. she'll be leading them towards...

Her room, actually. ]

[sportadork]

[man wherever whatever he's just. following. nervous. mostly bc he just knows he has awful hat hair and at least only one person will know that personal shame. doesn't even do any flips on the way there. serious mode.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Well then, into the room they go! Through the Foyer, to Room 11. She opens it, revealing the destroyed bed and half finished duct tape and wood coffin. And once they're inside, she crosses her arms, looking expectantly at him ]

[sportadork]

... [actually give him a minute he is 100% distracted by the mess what the fuck did you even do here]

[matchbreaker]

...What?

[ She just smashed the bed posts and headboard in hops of cannibalizing it and the mattress to use as a coffin ]

[sportadork]

... Could you not use nails? [are you allergic or. surely there is something better than tape that could be used here.]

[matchbreaker]

There weren't nails for a while. [ or at least, she didn't find them... ] Besides, there's some under the tape.

[sportadork]

[just. sighs...

...] I'm sorry, what were we doing?

[matchbreaker]

You were prying into my past and going to prove you're wort telling.

[sportadork]

... Oh, right!

[so he takes off his hat.

the hat hair is pretty bad, and he seems more concerned about mussing up the blond curls so they're fluffy again? but the actual important thing here is the distinct, sharp tips of his ears.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Initially, she's uncomprehending, unimpressed. ... Then she finally notices the ears. She narrows her eyes at them, walking closer to lean up and get a bit of a better look. She hums, and ]

So you hide them.