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]

Yeah, it's been broken since I found it!

[ She sets the cup down to lean up and in towards the golden gun ] Try it out if you can fit your fingers, the trigger's all busted, and I think there's other parts off too.

[iaspis]

It came out of the machine broken?

[She tries it out, looking it over carefully. Surprisingly, it fits in her hand, it just looks comically small.]

Maybe all weapons come out of it not working.

[matchbreaker]

Oh yeah, you got a broken one too?

[iaspis]

Not exactly.

[....]

But Gangrel got a sword that can't cut.

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh, she nods ]

That Bruce guy got a huge tuning fork. There's a lot of really weird things in there.

[iaspis]

I wonder where the Wordsmith gets them from?

[matchbreaker]

Maybe he's been cleaning out his closet.

[ . . . This is sarcasm, sort of ]

[iaspis]

[She snorts.]

I wouldn't be surprised if he's shoving anything he finds in there.

It would explain how he ended up with our belongings.

[matchbreaker]

That's true. I've not seen anything much of mine, but he sure knew my preferred brand.

[ And she holds up her hand now, wiggling her fingers. She's implying her red nail polish ]

[iaspis]

[...she has no idea what that's referring to, but]

Maybe some of them are lucky guesses?

[matchbreaker]

Maybe, but after the profiles can we really count on that?

[iaspis]

Maybe not. It's difficult to say either way.

But the Wordsmith did plenty of research.

[matchbreaker]

Yeah, he really did.

[ A beat ]

Anyway, did you wanna take any of these? You can play with them or take 'em I don't mind. I've got to go and check on something though, I'll be back.

[ She said, getting to her feet to just... ollie out. Or such is her intent ]