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The metal beast was huge, larger than even Merrill had expected when Rey had described it to her the first time. She wandered through it, knowing it couldn't hurt her the same way things in sleep could back home. She could still be hurt, of course. Something magical could well attack her, but it wasn't quite the same.

Spirits didn't run amok here.

It wasn't green here.

Not the same.

Surprisingly easier, actually. She wondered as she let her fingers run over old, rusting metal and coated, frayed wires, if this was how the elves of Arlathan had felt about things.

She couldn't change anything. She'd never been so skilled as to bend dreams to her will instead of the dreamer's. She couldn't even change her own dreams, not that she did much dreaming anyway. Still...

She traveled deeper into the belly of the great beast, seeking out her friend's light. She wasn't meant to interact with anyone in dreams. Marethari had been very clear about that. Watching was fine. Don't get too close. Don't ever get too close.

"This isn't normally where you go," she said once she saw her friend. "Is everything okay?"

Probably not. Probably she was just going to make things worse. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. Or always.

st_opthetemplars

Date: December 16, Afternoon - Evening
Summary: Merrill and Anders share a few drinks before things go south

( It tasted like strawberries )

st_illfleshandblood

It was, Jackson realized belatedly, the first time he had tried smoking in his room. Way too goddamn belatedly, as a shrill sound pierced his ears, quickly followed by a spray of cold water coming from the ceiling. He was sputtering and drenched, ruined cigarette in hand, as he spilled out on the lawn outside his room, glaring back at the interior and throwing the smoke to the ground. "What in the blazin' hell! Can't a man have a cigarette in peace in his own room!"

He'd never been one to have many rules for himself in his own home, and being chased out of his suite by what he assumed was some sort of misguided fire-guarding system was not in the least welcome.

st_ubby

Not everyone had a Trinket, Vex thought during a lazy afternoon tickle fight-turned-cuddle session with her most excellent bear. In fact, most people wouldn't want a Trinket, but that was because they lacked appreciation for the finest things in life. They probably would've liked him better when he was still a cub.

Aaaaaw, Trink had been so fucking cute when he was a baby.

Baby animals were always cute. Even the dangerous ones.

Whether it was a harmless twist to her brother's penchant for pranks or a desire to shake things up a little in this resort prison that was way too quiet or hint of boredom and curiosity about the limited magic Vex had, she couldn't say, but one Conjure Animals later, and her room was full of small, fluffy, cuddly baby animals... and one much larger bear sniffing at them in confusion.

Looking very pleased with herself – and okay, a little surprised at just how many fuzzballs there were – Vex opened the door to her room. "There are lots of people here. Go make friends and have some fun."

The animals tumbled, stalk-pounced, and hopped out of her room and all over the inn looking for people to play with, and just before they were out of her sight, Vex added, "And if you see my brother... you can pee on him if you want."

[OOC: fey creatures in the form of baby animals invade the inn for an hour. have fun. feel free to link to pics or gifs of the cuteness in your tags if you'd like.]

st_olenlife

The wine here was nothing like Antivan wine. Not even as good as bad Antivan wine. Fenris had already decided that it was not worthy of a glass, and drank straight from the bottle instead. He sat in a chair near the bar, and despite the fact that he was drunk, his body seemed unerringly alert to his surroundings.

He had reason to drink, he thought. More reason than usual, even, and it was not unusual for him to use wine to force himself into sleep at night. He had fallen asleep with Isabela once, and after she had woken him from a nightmare and asked him about it after, he had ensured that they did not share a bed for more than sex again.

But now - he was trapped in this place, and felt it chafing at him like bonds. Caged again. And no idea what might have caused it, aside from knowing it must be magic, and that chafed even more. There was also the matter of the wound on his thigh, which he had wrapped and attempted to tend to on his own, but its current state suggested that he should swallow his pride and suspicion and see a healer here.

For now, however, wine.

Alert as always, when he heard footsteps he went rigid and whipped his head towards the potential threat, bottle still in hand.

st_illsabrae

Merrill knew where a handful of things were for sure. Her room. The kitchens. Anders' room. Rey's. The café. The pool.

Everything else was basically a coin toss, something interesting she'd found and then probably never see again. It was how she'd treated Kirkwall for the most part.

The day was lovely and sunny in a way Kirkwall rarely was. She sat int the middle of a manicured field, eyes closed as she sprouted flowers around her instead of just hacked off grass. She hadn't ever been shy about her magic. What was the point? People saw her vallaslin and assumed anyway even if she didn't have her staff on her.

This place was alive and healthy as far as she could tell. She wasn't a healer. She'd have to ask Anders and that would be a battle in and of itself.

She wanted to work on connecting better with this place, on figuring out what it wanted. If she knew what it wanted, maybe they could all get back home and she and Anders could help Hawke and the rest of the world. She didn't want Anders to get to the point where his hope started decaying and there was nothing any of them they could do about it.

Maybe... Maybe somehow she could figure it out...

st_oriedqueen

Why Caroline had needed her to help with Check-In Day she hadn't bothered to say. Just, "you said you'd help," and when Regina protested she wasn't good with people, "aren't you a Queen or a Mayor or something?" complete with shooing gestures. While Regina found Caroline more exasperating the terrifying, she did have a point.

So Regina suited up--literally, gathered her files and folders, coffee mug, pens and pocketed the wooden carving of Henry/Roland Robin had made for her, then headed for the cafe. If, polished and politic and patently Busy, she didn't offer newcomers the brightest or warmest smile when they arrived, it was nevertheless confident and quite possibly reassuring.

Caroline did friendly. Regina...did knowledgeable and polite. Dot and Ignis had been asked to provide finger food on catering trays. The still-grieving Miss Pryde had been tasked with samovars of tea and coffee and ice chest of soda and beer. Caroline's welcome baskets sat on the table beside Regina's for easy access. And though she didn't when she was alone in the office, Regina spent the magic to fix her eyesight so she didn't put glasses between her and new arrivals.

Madame Mayor was in.

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Entries tagged with merrill

[Merrill and Rey] Dreamwalking

[Log] Drinks? (Anders x Merrill)

EP (OTA): Jackson

[GP] puppies and kitties and buns, oh my!

EP - Wine & Brooding (OTA)

EP - The Sweetest Blood Mage - OTA

[GP/EP] Check-In Day

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