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[donotcallmethis]

Who: Helena and everyone who wants to come (Gathering Style)
Where: Helena's room
When: Friday, August 21st, 7:00 p.m.
Rating: G
Summary: Helena hosts a showing of Disney's Robin Hood. (watch here if you'd like!) Treat this post as a gathering and tag in,tag around, have fun!
The Story: .

[Helena is happy to be a host for all to watch this movie of Robin Hood. It's so amusing because he is actually here in Wonderland, and he is not a fox, so she is excited to see what he thinks about this story of his life. She has many things thanks to the closet, bean bag chairs and a nice couch and chairs. Many snacks as well for all the people if they arrive but if not, much food for her to enjoy. Pizza, chips, M&Ms and donuts. Also soda and juice. If people bring their own things, they do not have to share and it can be all for them.

The movie will start promptly at seven, no exceptions, and there is a seat reserved just for Robin Hood himself, right next to her.]

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[outofthebreach]

[ Spoiled Tevinters. Not that Brennan wouldn't have gone for refills anyway. He'd just have to poke at Dorian for it now. ]

Can you hoard something when there's an endless supply a mere few steps away in a closet? [ He ponders the concept aloud, partially to tease and partially just because he enjoyed the expressions that inevitably chased their way across his lover's face at the mention of the magical closets.

He leans in when Dorian holds up the glass however, eyeing it with a speculative glance. ] What is it? Is it a juice? A wine?

[magisterium]

I'm almost certain it's still hoarding even if there's more to be had.

[Maybe not-- he realizes the definition gets a bit fuzzy when things are quite literally limitless. That's still something he'll have to get used to, even having grown up in the lap of luxury, never having truly wanted for anything until he'd left home. His few short years away from Tevinter had been enough to teach him a great deal about life beyond his family's realm of influence.

He doesn't disappoint, however. He grimaces, nose wrinkling slightly at the mention of the closets. Insulting, really.]

Neither. It's like no fruit I've ever tasted-- and considering how well I know wines, it's certainly not that. Try some?

[He offers the glass, briefly. Maybe Brennan can help him figure it out.]

[outofthebreach]

[ Not likely, but Brennan takes the glass anyway, eager to try this strange concoction. A sip of the bubbly liquid has his face screwing up in surprise and curiosity as he tries it out, then takes another swallow. ]

What a strange thing. It's not bad, but it is is very sweet. Apparently other realms have quite the sweet tooth. Sera would love this, I suspect.

[magisterium]

She likes just about anything she suspects might be bad for her.

[Said with both amusement and a certain degree of fondness-- Dorian certainly can't blame her, there. His own sweet tooth is not quite so well-tended as hers, but he has his moments.]

Bizarre, isn't it? Naturally, the only option is to study it-- by drinking our fill, of course.

[Alas, if only he knew you could mix it with alcohol.]

[outofthebreach]

Let's just hope it doesn't leave you as hungover as your experiments with whatever that brew is Bull's so fond of. [ Brennan chuckles as he hands the drink back to the mage, shaking his head in amusement. ]

[magisterium]

Look, that stuff is made to knock a Qunari off his feet-- this? You see normal-sized people drinking this.

[He's almost positive-- but he gestures to the room at large just to prove his point.]

Besides, even if it does, I've no doubt you'll dotingly nurse me back to health.

[outofthebreach]

Have you talked to some of these people? [ Brennan lowers his voice just to make sure no one overhears and takes offense as he shoots his lover a bemused glance. ] I don't think their size has anything to do with normalcy. You haven't seen some of them training to fight.

Only if you don't get sick on me. After that, all bets are off. Too messy. [ He's lying. He would indeed dotingly nurse him through just about anything. ]

[magisterium]

Have you been watching them spar? That's usually Cullen's job. I find it hard to believe you were able to keep from volunteering yourself to go a few rounds.

[He smirks, taking another experimental sip of his drink, considering it as it rolls over his tongue.]

I'll do my best to be careful about my aim, amatus.

[outofthebreach]

Just measuring up what this place has to offer. [ he answers mildly, but if he was being honest, he'd very nearly wandered in to join them. Their fighting styles were like nothing he'd ever seen before, and that was impressive in itself. He was itching to learn more. ] Perhaps I will, one day soon. Although I'm not sure how evenly matched we will be. They are... [ He pauses, searching for the right word. ] Impressive.

[ He makes a face at that, but it melts into a fond smile as he glances over at the mage's use of that name. ] Cheater.

[magisterium]

You are impressive, if you'll recall. I remember hearing something about you being some potentially blasphemous Herald of somesuch. And what was that little band of followers you'd drawn called? The Inquisition?

[He grins as he teases, pleased with himself and popping another M&M into his mouth.

If they get to go home anytime soon, they are bringing these with them.]

I never claimed to play fair, Brennan.

[outofthebreach]

I wave a pointy sword around and then hit things with my shield. [ Brennan laughs and reaches over to steal another handful of m&m's. ] I manage well enough, but the people I watched training? They're something else. My hand's not going to buy me a lot of advantage there. Not that I'd ever use it on a friendly person to begin with, so it's out regardless.

[ At Dorian's grin, he leans over and steals a quick kiss, playful and teasing and he is, as ever, helpless to resist. ] No, and you'd be lying if you did.

[magisterium]

You're not insinuating that they're more impressive than I am, are you?

[Because really, doesn't mage trump most things? His grin persists even once the kiss has broken, although he reaches out to affectionately tweak one of Brennan's ears before coolly returning to his drink, feigning indifference.]

Me, dishonest? I think I'm insulted-- and if I were, I'd be too charming for anyone to ever realize I spoke anything but the truth.

[outofthebreach]

Would I ever insinuate anything of the sort?

[ That's not an answer, but Brennan's grin is decidedly smug and mischievous, so that should say quite a bit right there.

Plus, mages are so squishy, Dorian. ]

Mmmm. Everyone except for me, perhaps. I'm on to you, Pavus.

[magisterium]

Now I'm most definitely insulted.

[As though that in itself is anything new.]

Are you? Well, it certainly took you long enough-- more than a year to ferret out the incredibly obvious Tevinter spy.

[He snorts briefly-- to this day, rumors of that nature still circulated Skyhold, although they did seem to have lessened. His assistance in defeating Corypheus must have earned him some degree of credibility.]

[outofthebreach]

Oh, I knew all along. I just had you right where I wanted you.

[ Brennan winks at him, not taking his threats of insult seriously at all. Then again, Dorian got insulted at least once a day, he took it with a grain of salt.

He makes up for it by playfully tossing an M&M into the mage's open and offended mouth. ]

[magisterium]

Is that so?

[The question comes off as casually as he can manage, skeptical, but his supposedly ruffled feathers are smoothed out somewhat as he catches the M&M-- though not without some awkward and undeniably entertaining maneuvering to keep it from coming too close to missing its mark.]

Your aim could use some work, Inquisitor.

[outofthebreach]

Maybe I just wanted to see you squirm. [ Brennan's smirk curls across his lip as he bounces one off of Dorian's forehead this time. ] Besides. My aim is perfect.

[magisterium]

That seems likely.

[He lets out an incredibly labored sigh as Brennan makes his mark effortlessly, scowling faintly as he reaches to reclaim the candy once it falls.]

You're incorrigible, you realize.

[Look, he would know.]