entrancelogs | + Where Do Your Loyalties Lie? +

Who: Everyone
Where: The party
When: 7/21-7/23
Rating: PG-13 (warn if you go higher)
Summary:
The Story:
Orlais' current ruler, Lacie, has invited anyone of name, fame, and influence to The Winter Palace for three days of extravagant festivities surrounding the peace talks between her and Tillie, whose grasp for the throne has plunged beautiful Orlais into a dreadful civil war. Unbeknownst to both a third player, Elsie, has worked tirelessly behind the scenes to obtain her own share of power over the land.

Get ready for three days of fancy food, fine drink, good music, good entertainment, and just a little bit of murder, maybe? Your character has secured an invitation, and will join the illustrious crowd, become privy to the latest scandals and gossip, and observe as the struggle for Orlais' throne reaches its final chapter.

[OOC: This is an open mingle log for the Dragon Age event. The plotting post can be found here and event details can be found on the Bulletin Board.]

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"If in the next few days I find myself in trouble?"

I'm not stupid, he wants to say. But he is, according to all sources. He's stupid, stupid and empty and thoughtless and reliably so, and that's the important part of his facade, of his sense of pretend. That's what he is.

"What are you implying?"

"You know how Events go... sometimes they sour after a few days. It's not that anyone wants them to, it's just that this place seems to delight in enacting trauma out on all of us."

"No. I don't know how events go. What are you - ?"

Play dumb, that's his rule. Play dumb, but don't actually be it. Except now he's supposed to respond to something he doesn't have any conceptualization for, with someone who's speaking as though he should understand what's being said.

"...I don't know what you're talking about."

This... does not make sense to Asgore. Maybe Tim has had a selective blackout, but a blackout of... everything? All of it? Why would Asgore retain his memories but Tim not? What difference was there? They were both randomly dumped into this world...

"You know, Tim, the Events... Wonderland, the White Queen, the Red Queen, the Queen of Hearts, Mirrors breaking in and stealing things, every two weeks some fresh nonsense rolls in and we all get introduced to some strange set of rules based off of someone's memories and..."

In the hallway where they are having the world's most awkward conversation, the shadow of a helmeted guard who one would swear was not there a moment ago appears, followed very swiftly by the attached soldier.

And a mailed glove reaches up behind Asgore and clasps him on his shoulder -- this guard is surprisingly tall! Maybe he's one of those Vashoth who file off their horns to look extra badass -- which results in Asgore's speech breaking off.

"You don't know what you're talking about," says the owner of the mailed glove from behind Asgore.

This is going swimmingly.

Never before has Tim been relieved for this kind of intrusion. His gaze flicks, beseeching, to the armored silhouette, before his gaze drops to the floor. Finally, at last, the world is making some semblance of sense again.

"He just started talking to me," Tim mumbles, apologetic, mostly to the floor - the very picture of nervous, confused innocence. "I don't know why..."

Please, get this confusing creature away from me is the part he is saying in all parts but the verbal.

Asgore turns around to see the strangely nondescript guard. He has a face that's very... human. It's a very human guard. Exceedingly humanly. The most average of faces.

"Have I... said something... I shouldn't have?" Asgore asks the world's most average tall human man.

"Your spurious claims are upsetting. This constitutes your only warning. If you do not play The Game nicely, you will not be allowed to keep playing."

"Yes, but if I..."

"You are a member of the Inquisition; you are not presenting yourself as a respectable member of your organization with your uncalled for harangues. The next one will result in your removal from the Winter Palace. Do you understand?"

"I, uh, yes."

The guard nods once, then marches off.

"You know, uh, big grey horn guys..." -- oh god he doesn't even know what he is yet -- "we're always... saying crazy things. Sorry."

All the while, Tim keeps his gaze downcast, his demeanor restrained. Nothing about him is noteworthy; nothing about him is worth addressing. It's ultimately a wasted effort; the guard doesn't seem to care much about Tim at all.

Thankfully.

"As you say," says Tim, trying for humbly cowed. It's a facade maybe too at odds with the savvy paranoia he was bristling with not a few minutes earlier, but then again, no one's eyes seem to have been on him over his inconsistent behavior. Just this Vashoth's...odd words.

"I'm sorry for...taking up your time."

"Yes, well, I'm sure that, uh, there's no need for apologies from you. I have, uh, been the one doing the majority of the imposing."

Well, this is just seven different flavors of awkward.

"So, uh, have a good day, and, uh, have a blessed afternoon."

"You...too." It's hesitant, low, wary. Plainly he's expecting some kind of threat all the same, now that the guard has departed. When nothing seems forthcoming, Tim takes the opportunity to start to back away, slowly.

He doesn't take his eyes off of the strange Vashoth the entire time.

He smiles and waves at you as you leave.

Like he's a dad sending his son off to school.

Your large, grey, horned step-dad.

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