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entrancelogs2016-03-18 02:46 am
bloodmagics) wrote in entrancelogs2016-03-18 02:46 am
so we might as well give up the fight
Who: Garrett Hawke & Dorian Pavus | Garrett Hawke & You
Where: Hawke's room | The beach, the kitchens, the grounds
When: March 17th
Rating: PG-ish?
Summary: It's time for something of an intervention | Hawke tries to find... healthier coping processes.
The Story:
» DORIAN PAVUS » MARCH 17TH
[To say that his reunion with Carver hadn't gone well is like the Blight is an inconvenience, it's just blatantly not true and a newborn baby would be able to tell you were lying.
After Carver had stormed off, he'd had time to cool down -- somewhat -- enough to at least clean up the mess he made and quietly leave. He wanted to drown himself in enough alcohol to kill everyone in Orlais, but after the scene they'd made in the bar, he also wanted to do it alone. And that's why he barricaded himself in his room, a few basic wards on the door - enough to keep anybody not magically inclined out - and settled himself right next to the closet in the most comfortable chair it could conjure.
It's quite literally a miracle he doesn't drink himself to death, alternating between passing out atop the mabari and replaying the entire conversation in his head until he can bring himself to get another drink. He's not proud of himself, but it was just too much. Months of suppressed feelings, of fearing that Carver didn't survive and it would be his fault, of doubting whether or not he exists and it all exploded at once.
When a knock comes at the door, it isn't Hawke who answers it. Instead, the mabari whines and scratches at the door.]
» THE DINING ROOM » MARCH 18TH
[After he'd gotten cleaned up and ate something that stayed down, he's fallen into an actual bed and slept. He'd woken up with the world's worst hangover but he'd promised Dorian he wouldn't drink anymore, and that he'd try to at least leave his room. So he makes another smart decision and heads to the dining room, mabari in tow.
Sooner or later, anybody who enters the dining room will find Hawke with seated at the table with a frankly obnoxious amount of food in front of him, the mage having gone a little overboard and gotten Wonderland to provide random dishes to broaden his horizons. Some are fine, delicious even, roasted meats, vegetables, food from all over Earth that Hawke's never experienced before.
And then there's the other pile.
Abominations that look like they belong on a Buzzfeed list are piled high on a series of plates, with Hawke gingerly trying them because he has no idea you're not supposed to put certain foodstuffs together. Occasionally he passes a piece or two to the mabari under the table, and quite possibly has a conversation with it about what they're both eating.]
» THE BEACH & GROUNDS » MARCH 18TH
[After his experiment in the dining room, Hawke retires to his room for a few hours to sleep off the incredible amount food he ate. He'd be more than happy to stay there the rest of the day and night but unfortunately, once a mabari decides it wants something, chances are you're getting dragged out of bed by your ankle.
Though, after the last few days he could really use the exercise, so once he wakes up and finds something a little less cumbersome to wear, he heads outside. Between all the alcohol and the sheer amount of food, he still feels like he went fifteen rounds with an Archdemon but hey, maybe he can sweat out the rest of the negative feelings.
His route takes him and the mabari down past the vendors before they make their way to the beach where they spend most of the afternoon. At least once, he trips over the mabari and ends up in the ocean, swearing up a storm.]
Where: Hawke's room | The beach, the kitchens, the grounds
When: March 17th
Rating: PG-ish?
Summary: It's time for something of an intervention | Hawke tries to find... healthier coping processes.
The Story:
» DORIAN PAVUS » MARCH 17TH
[To say that his reunion with Carver hadn't gone well is like the Blight is an inconvenience, it's just blatantly not true and a newborn baby would be able to tell you were lying.
After Carver had stormed off, he'd had time to cool down -- somewhat -- enough to at least clean up the mess he made and quietly leave. He wanted to drown himself in enough alcohol to kill everyone in Orlais, but after the scene they'd made in the bar, he also wanted to do it alone. And that's why he barricaded himself in his room, a few basic wards on the door - enough to keep anybody not magically inclined out - and settled himself right next to the closet in the most comfortable chair it could conjure.
It's quite literally a miracle he doesn't drink himself to death, alternating between passing out atop the mabari and replaying the entire conversation in his head until he can bring himself to get another drink. He's not proud of himself, but it was just too much. Months of suppressed feelings, of fearing that Carver didn't survive and it would be his fault, of doubting whether or not he exists and it all exploded at once.
When a knock comes at the door, it isn't Hawke who answers it. Instead, the mabari whines and scratches at the door.]
» THE DINING ROOM » MARCH 18TH
[After he'd gotten cleaned up and ate something that stayed down, he's fallen into an actual bed and slept. He'd woken up with the world's worst hangover but he'd promised Dorian he wouldn't drink anymore, and that he'd try to at least leave his room. So he makes another smart decision and heads to the dining room, mabari in tow.
Sooner or later, anybody who enters the dining room will find Hawke with seated at the table with a frankly obnoxious amount of food in front of him, the mage having gone a little overboard and gotten Wonderland to provide random dishes to broaden his horizons. Some are fine, delicious even, roasted meats, vegetables, food from all over Earth that Hawke's never experienced before.
And then there's the other pile.
Abominations that look like they belong on a Buzzfeed list are piled high on a series of plates, with Hawke gingerly trying them because he has no idea you're not supposed to put certain foodstuffs together. Occasionally he passes a piece or two to the mabari under the table, and quite possibly has a conversation with it about what they're both eating.]
» THE BEACH & GROUNDS » MARCH 18TH
[After his experiment in the dining room, Hawke retires to his room for a few hours to sleep off the incredible amount food he ate. He'd be more than happy to stay there the rest of the day and night but unfortunately, once a mabari decides it wants something, chances are you're getting dragged out of bed by your ankle.
Though, after the last few days he could really use the exercise, so once he wakes up and finds something a little less cumbersome to wear, he heads outside. Between all the alcohol and the sheer amount of food, he still feels like he went fifteen rounds with an Archdemon but hey, maybe he can sweat out the rest of the negative feelings.
His route takes him and the mabari down past the vendors before they make their way to the beach where they spend most of the afternoon. At least once, he trips over the mabari and ends up in the ocean, swearing up a storm.]
Dining room
Laughing, he wanders over in that direction with a bemused smile, greeting the mabari with a scratch behind the ears as he comes to a stop beside the table and surveys the strange selection. ]
What's all this? Have I forgotten a particular feast-day we're supposed to be celebrating?
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No, no. Dorian wasn't too happy with me for... Certain things, so he made me promise I'd eat something and since we don't have to pay for anything....
[He gestures at the entire pile and then kicks out a seat for Brennan.]
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[ And is he going to have to deal with it later?
Brennan comes to take the offered seat, sinking down into it beside the mage and eyeing the spread with a dubious look. ]
Maker, I don't even recognize half of this. Are you sure all this is food?
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[He groans, because it was so far from the situation Brennan's picturing.]
And yes, I think it all is. This isn't bad.
[He pushes the sushi platter towards Brennan.]
I think it's fish? Nothing like we have in Thedas, though.
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[ Brennan can understand the feeling. ]
Let me guess. Your first encounter with some of our new arrivals didn't go so smoothly?
[ The sushi gets a puzzled look from him as he leans forward in his chair and pokes at the different rolls and stacks with a fingertip in puzzled bewilderment. ] That doesn't look like any fish I've ever seen. Is this... is this seaweed? I don't think that's supposed to be edible, Hawke.
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Don't tell me you're scared of a little seaweed. Besides, it's pretty good.
[He grabs another piece, but this time he brings it up to Brennan's face instead.
Eat it.]
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His grimace only deepens as he chews on it. ]
Oh my god, that is terrible. What is wrong with your tongue?
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[Neener neener neener.]
Try these, then.
[He shoves a plate of chicken nuggets towards Brennan.]
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I never asked for my horizons to include seaweed, thank you. I had more than enough of that while wading my way along the Storm Coast.
[ Still, he plucks up a chicken nugget and pops it in his mouth with a thoughtful look. ]
Oh, there. That was much better. Maybe there's hope for your tongue after all.
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[But that is besides the point! He is way more cultured than you, Inquisitor Trevelyan.]
Says the person who likes the... greyish lump thing.