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

[rathercommon]

What - do you two argue a lot?

[ Said in a tone of curiosity, not disapproval. ]

[elegiaque]

He brings up things I said to him two years ago.

[rathercommon]

Well, good. Nothing's worse than indifference.

[elegiaque]

( there's a pleasantly surprised pause. )

Well, I married the fucker, so I must think so too.

[rathercommon]

So then that girl of your dreams really is the girl of your dreams.

[elegiaque]

I haven't currently got a strong opinion on the election, personally, but I can't argue with the concept.

[rathercommon]

Really? And that's not just diplomatic faff?

[elegiaque]

How much does it matter which dried up old cunt ends up on the throne?

( when was the last time gwenaëlle was diplomatic about anything. )

It's still the Chantry, and they're all still only relevant because they weren't important enough to die at Sacred Ashes.

[rathercommon]

Relevance and competence aren't always the same thing, though.

[elegiaque]

I certainly wouldn't presume to speak of competence in the same sentence as the Chantry.

[rathercommon]

Oh, honestly, Gwen. I think there's certainly a time to be cynical, but before anyone's done something seems a bit early.

[elegiaque]

There's always time to be cynical.

( and then, privately, )

I just don't see why this is the conversation at all. The Chantry has been in a losing position. The Templars broke from them. They don't control the Circles. Their most powerful leadership died, now years ago, and we're propping them up to claw back their relevance why, exactly?

( it's not—or not just—that gwenaëlle is prepared to lounge around drinking red wine and dramatically decrying every option as equally terrible. she is, obviously, prepared to do that. but if pressed for her real opinion...

why is burning it all down not an option. isn't it halfway there? )

[rathercommon]

[ Oh. Frowning - ]

Is it possible? To dismantle it entirely?

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.

private.

[rathercommon]

[ Huh. ]

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

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.

private.

[rathercommon]

[ Don't be glib, Gwen. ]

It could be a force for good. Something that goes beyond the stupidity of all this - national pride and hatred.

private.

[elegiaque]

And Celene could use her power to enact real change for elves in Orlais, and enforce the laws that she put into place, but they're being used as weapons like I fucking told everyone they would be and I'm still the cunt for calling that bargain what it was when it was made.

private.

[rathercommon]

You know how I feel about that word.

[ Anyway - ]

What bargain?

[rowancrowned]

In my defense, she has returned the favor.

Repeatedly.

[ the caring bit. the replaying old arguments bit. the remembering the comments he's made and laying them at his feet like dead mice bit. ]

Nearly three year old ones, too.

[elegiaque]

I can't help it if I can remember every time you've ever been wrong in perfect detail.

[rathercommon]

Must not have been many times, then.

[ stirring up shit ]

[elegiaque]

It's so many times.

[rowancrowned]

About so many things.

[elegiaque]

Honestly, I don't know why I put up with you.