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

[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.

[sportadork]

It is... a little bit harder to be a role model when they know. The children.

[he fiddles with the hat in his hands.]

Does this actually change how much you're willing to tell me?

[matchbreaker]

What are you?

[ Honestly though, yes. ]

[sportadork]

An elf.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . ]

What? Like those fairies?

[sportadork]

A little bit. Not nearly as small.

[matchbreaker]

The kids don't like elves?

[sportadork]

Kids love elves! [INSISTENT ON THAT] It's only... "Can Sportacus do those amazing things because he has worked very hard, and so we can do them too, or can he only do them because he's magic and we shouldn't even try?"

[looks, like. slightly pained by the sheer thought of it.]

So, I wear a hat.

1/3

[matchbreaker]

[ What. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ What?! ]

[matchbreaker]

That's-! [ Stupid??? Really sweat???

Both??? ] You really love kids, don't you?!

[sportadork]

[he laughs, and nods.] Everything I do is for them... Including surviving this place. I have a little pink-haired girl who has invited me to protect her town; I cannot disappoint her.

[matchbreaker]

[ That....

she can't refute.

She sighs, and sits cross-legged at her desk ]

So what did you want to know?

[sportadork]

[he crosses his arms, quite serious once more.]

Whatever it was that made you consider killing somebody this week. What event you wanted to make not happen.