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

[cozen]

Does this mean she has no hands?

[aventuriere]

It does, monsieur, unless you consider those odd little claw-fingers on a dragon's wing to be hands. I certainly do not, but I am told some scholars have made claims.

[cozen]

Have the scholars decided whether such a girl would be able to eat with the odd little claw-fingers?

[aventuriere]

I do not believe I have seen any theories on that subject. Perhaps with a very long-handled fork? If I recall the claw-fingers are rather far apart on some sorts of dragons. But she can always eat with her normal human mouth.

[cozen]

Ah. Then it is a no from me. I could introduce a woman with wings to my mother, but not one who eats like a Fereldan.

[bouchonne]

Beg pardon. I'm a Ferelden, and I've never once heard a complaint from any Orlesian about how I eat. I've actually been repeatedly praised for it.

[cozen]

And you believe the praise was sincere?

[bouchonne]

As they kept returning again and again to share yet another meal with me, I have faith that it was.

[cozen]

Some also return again and again to the theatre.

[bouchonne]

Sorry - are you interrupting my clever jokes to launch some inexplicable attack upon the theater writ large?

[cozen]

To compare your table manners to farce—but you have my apologies. Continue being clever.

[bouchonne]

My dining life is far from farcical. It's deadly serious. There is nothing remotely amusing about the shivering, trembling, rapturous joy experienced by those who let me dine at their table.