let's talk anything but politics

[staysail]

FORM: sending crystal
SENDER: Darras Rivain
RECIPIENT: everyone
WHAT: Girl of Your Dreams, the most important game ever played
WHEN: now
WHERE: the Gallows


So for those of us that don't feel particularly moved to be adding our voices to any debates over the Divine. [Well, wait.] No, that's unfair of me. Anyone is welcome to be playing this game. It's just that you might be too busy.

Though it's quite easy. Doesn't take much attention. It's Girl of Your Dreams, and it's meant to be played when you're exceedingly bored. Every bit of this dream girl is perfect, except there's one detail, one tiny detail, that's terribly wrong. Like... "Girl of your dreams, girl of your dreams, except she's got goat's eyes." The ones with those terrible square centers, and they're half wall-eyed? And then everyone has got to say if they'd still have her or not. Which--in honesty--for that one, I would.

We could play it about the Divine, if that would strike you as more topical. "Future Divine of your dreams, Future Divine of your dreams, except she'll only eat food that you've chewed for her." Still vote for her, or not?

Comments

[aventuriere]

You say it with such certainty. Have you touched a goat's eye, monsieur?

[staysail]

Just so. Now, if you'd have said "girl of your dreams, except he's a innkeep who betrays your trust", now....

[coquettish_trees]

For the best, I should think. Your cleverness is obviously wasted upon her.

[staysail]

'Course I have. You haven't?

[galvanising]

Very quickly. There really aren't many verses that work even at a stretch.

[ In helpful demonstration, she adopts a lower, porn-ier tone: ]

Then did I see the world spread before me: sky-reaching mountains, glistering gemstones strung 'cross the earth as a necklace of pearl. "All this is yours," spake the World-Maker. "Join Me in heaven and sorrow no more."

[coquettish_trees]

Girl of your dreams, save that she only makes onion pie.

[coquettish_trees]

Say the 'necklace of pearl' bit again.

[bouchonne]

The source of the smell is wholly unknown.

[aventuriere]

One would assume? Surely if it did not some animal would really have stones for eyes.

[elegiaque]

And I can abide many things, but not waste.

Girl of your dreams, but she has a laugh like a goose mid-coitus.

[rathercommon]

[ Oh. Frowning - ]

Is it possible? To dismantle it entirely?

[staysail]

I'll require a demonstration.

[elegiaque]

( ruminatively, ) And me a married woman.

( sorry, voss, that was super hot, congratulations on your new fanclub of orlesian mean girls. )

[aventuriere]

Of course not. Whyever would I go about sticking my fingers into goat's eyes? It seems rather rude on top of disgusting.

[elegiaque]

The stone would have to be clear, then, to see through, so—

It can't be, or Orzammar would have plucked out all the goat eyes to extinction by now.

[staysail]

Now, that's the girl of my dreams.

[coquettish_trees]

To clarify, is that a mid-coitus laugh that sounds like a goose, or a laugh that always sounds like a goose in the throes of passion.

private.

[elegiaque]

The Inquisition only exists, only exists, in its present form because the Chantry lacked the power to stop it. Lacked the power to enforce its will.

( gwenaëlle is strongly of the opinion that that doesn't get nearly enough play, in these sorts of discussions. )

Anything's possible. It's just—well, why are we wringing our fucking hands about which Divine might dismantle the Inquisition if we could be thinking of how to take away that power more permanently.

[coquettish_trees]

[ delighted clapping and laughter ]

[galvanising]

[ Finally, some use for her misspent youth. ]

That is a shame. From these waters doth life begin anew. Come to me, and I shall embrace you. In my arms lies eternity.

private.

[rathercommon]

[ Huh. ]

D'you think it would be better for the people not to have a Chantry?

[elegiaque]

You can't toy with my affections this way, ( protesting. ) My poor...heart.

[galvanising]

Lo! My eyes opened and shining before me-- greater than mountains, towering mighty, hand all outstretched, stars glistening as jewels from rings upon her fingers and crown upon her brow--

private.

[elegiaque]

No, I'm sure all the praying makes up for unleashing the civil wars that Corypheus has been taking advantage of on Thedas.

[elegiaque]

( she obliges. )