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[champions]

FORM: crystal
SENDER: Marisol & Finch
RECIPIENT: everyone
WHAT:

WHEN: during the mission to Ferelden
WHERE: somewhere, Ferelden
NOTES: sorry, Finch.

Oh, colleagues, friends. Esteemed Inquisition members and orbiting loiterers. I have a question for you; a matter of function and form.

And napkins.

And delicate masculinity, imperiled by investment in attire. Finch and I have been discussing a deeply controversial topic, one that I fear may chill you all to the core. This could be what strengthens the Inquisition and brings us together as an effective force to defeat the evils of this world, or could see us forever divided and scattered to the winds of uncertainty.

( Aghast: ) It’s not del — how’s it delicate not wanting to sew a bib on half your chest? Can’t be the Banns actually dress like this. Not dribbling on themselves. They’ve got, I don’t know, servants for that.

(She sounds concerned. )

Have you been recently dribbled on?

( Not that concerned, though. ) Moving on— ruffles, Inquisition. Serah Finch asserts that there is never time or place for tasteful ruffles, which I must add, do not resemble bibs.

I washed it! That’s the point!

( Dribbling. )

Look. You’re all — ( Insane? But you can’t say that out loud. ) — Worldly, how long do you reckon we’ve got before someone catches their fancy sleeves on fire?

( Quietly, ) I think perhaps you missed a spot, there’s a little something—

( And perhaps it is possible to imagine her leaning over to (pretend to?) wipe something off his face. )

( The scuffling thump of someone toppling abruptly off a horse. )

Material properly fashioned - whether in ruffles or drapery or whatever fine form it may take - is not an inherent fire hazard. Competence and poise are key.

( Helpfully, ) And they might cushion your fall, sometimes. A thought for next time.

Comments

[justnice]

Right. And no one even gets that old, so we can chuck it out entire.

[justice_is_blond]

Some do, but hardly any. So we certainly shouldn't see them around often at all. What brought up the debate?

[justnice]

Oh, uh —

[ somewhere very far away, he's busy squinting at julius' back. ]

— Some mage thing.

[ he understands a substantial deal more than that. enough to understand that it's not open business. ]

[justice_is_blond]

...Some mage thing has to do with ruffles?

[justnice]

When the mages won't stop talking on them.

[justice_is_blond]

You're not a mage and you're talking on them. You helped get everyone talking about them. I hardly see how that makes ruffles a mage thing.

[justnice]

[ TIME TO PIVOT ]

Well, it's like robes, isn't it. Not normal folks who wear them.

[ or dig a deeper hole. synonyms. at least this time it's intentional. ]

[justice_is_blond]

...So mages... aren't normal folks?

[He's amused, not upset, but he's absolutely going to give Finch a hard time if he can.]

At what point do we become not normal? Birth? Powers manifesting? First set of robes?

[justnice]

[ success. he can stop looking guiltily at the back of julius' oversized head now. ]

Bursting into flames, all that, it's the definition of unusual.

[justice_is_blond]

I believe it may be safe to say that a majority of the mages you've met have not burst into flames. And if that's the point in time when someone becomes abnormal, then... we're the most of us normal.

So by your definitions, normal folks do wear robes.

[justnice]

You're just mucking about with words, now, though. There's plenty difference between folks with magic and the rest of us. It's only facts.

[champions]

( She's right behind you, Finch. Do go on. )

[justice_is_blond]

No. There is one difference between folks with magic and folks without.

One group has magic. That is it. We are still people. We are born the same, have similar desires, and some of us have odd dress senses but so do plenty of people who aren't mages.

[assistente]

What's--

[As hard as Salvio wants to avoid Marisol, he has to know--]

--Um, wrong with-- sorry. What's wrong with robes?

[justnice]

Well, don't know it's wrong, exactly — for mages, is all, but otherwise you'd better grab a dress or something. Or folks'll get funny ideas.

[assistente]

[uh]

The funny idea that-- you're a mage, if you are wearing a robe?

[justnice]

Well — yeah. Or an actor, [ this is almost as dreadful ] I suppose. You can tell they're meant to be mage robes, though, because of all the stars and feathers.

[justice_is_blond]

Right? They're nice, they can be quite lovely and comfortable, they don't clang, I hardly see what's amiss with liking them.

[assistente]

Sleeves, for storing things. Pockets, too.

[He's very nearly cheered by discussing robes... until he remembers that maybe there's something wrong with robes.]

I suppose they are rather-- Uh, distinctive. Or perhaps there is something that I, that we, don't-- are unaware of.

[justnice]

You all ever heard of an apron? A coat? Trousers?

[justice_is_blond]

They're distinctive, but that's hardly our fault. Perhaps we can start a trend and spread the wearing of robes about. More should wear robes than mages and people associated with the Chantry.

They sway ever so nicely in the breeze, too, on a warm day.

[champions]

Ah, Sandalio, that is an excellent question. Perhaps we can discuss it over wine?

[assistente]

[oh NO]

No. No, that's-- that's. That's not necessary. I do not, um, drink, wine, and I am-- far, far too occupied with the-- the tasks, that are a part of my tasks, my, work, I mean, and you are-- surely quite occupied as well with--

No. But thank you. Most gracious of you, to-- uh. No. But no.

[justnice]

[ from a short distance away: ]

His name's Salmon,

[champions]

Oh, please. I can always make time for my friends. We must remember what is important in life, no?