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[gatheringstorm]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Korrin Ataash
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Dammit, Anders.
WHEN: Slightly backdated, to after the big announcement. (Well, after she's destroyed some training dummies.)
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Knowing Korrin, language. That's probably it, though. And because I'm lazy, this can also be an action log.

[To say that Korrin's upset at the revelation is a vast understatement, and though her tone is even over the sending crystal, it's a forced calm. Anyone who knows her is likely well-aware of the depths of her fury, though there's been enough ranting over the crystal lately. So instead:]

Anyone else having the powerful urge to drink and vent, you're welcome to join me at the tavern. I'm buying. And just to be clear, I'm not challenging a damn thing. I just want a fucking drink, that's all.

[No ranting over the sending crystal, but she is claiming the venting corner, Merrick. Be prepared.]

Comments

[dreadinquisitor]

[There had been a numbness first. The shock of surprise and incredibility, and a fast, desperate hope that there would be more. Something, anything. But the notice on the board had remained as it was, and the shouting had began on the crystals and liquor seemed like a wonderful idea.

The only idea.]

I'm not sure there's a drink invented strong enough for all this.

[The joke was painfully humorless.]

[gatheringstorm]

[There's a soft huff that in a better mood would have been laughter.]

Maraas-lok might do it. I have some to spare, actually. It's not something you'd drink casually, but if you want to get hammered, it'll do the trick.

[dreadinquisitor]

I've only one question.

Does it come in bowl-fuls? It feels like a bowl sort of night.

[gatheringstorm]

It does, doesn't it? I'm sure we can swing that. Cabot's been bribed to keep it behind the counter for me, so he'd better deliver.

[dreadinquisitor]

Who's the strength left for glasses and that pouring and lifting nonsense. Putting my face right in it and hoping drown sounds like a perfect response.

[Better than his first impulse. And his second.]

Bonus, perhaps my mother will sense my shameful behavior from all the way in Ostwick and finally die of that embarrassment she's so fond of blaming me for.

[the_effect_she_has]

Only if you let me buy yours, Korrin.

[Is Katniss's quiet, almost strained reply. She had been in shock for most of the afternoon, considering all that had happened with Anders of all people. Still, her friend was there and her friend was angry and it might be good to just ... be with someone who was able to express emotions right now.]

[gatheringstorm]

Fair enough. I can't promise anything in the way of mood or good decisions, but as long as you're aware....

[Well, she's been warned.]

[the_effect_she_has]

Don't have to be in a good mood, Korrin, and I'll keep you away from the really bad decisions. By wrestling you to the ground, if I have to.

[And that's a promise.]

[gatheringstorm]

...you remember my size, right?

[wickedchase]

Well, on the other hand, if you desire to vent, I would be happy to oblige as always.

[gatheringstorm]

Thanks, Fate. I can't guarantee I'll be in the mood for games, but it's always good to see you. Especially when you put up with my ranting ass.

[wickedchase]

Of course. What are friends for if you can't get drunk and bitch together, eh?

I'll be right over.

[And he will be there, as promised.]

[gatheringstorm]

Alright, I'll be in the usual spot.

[Either Korrin's up at the bar, or at a table to the side. This a table sort of night, the Vashoth not wanting to inflict her mood on anyone not already warned. She's already nursing a tankard of mead and propping her feet up on the empty chair next to her.]

[hlif]

Can you come to the camp at some point? I don't want to come to your hold full of liars.

[He's still got homebrew.]

[gatheringstorm]

Of course I can. And I'll bring what maraas-lok I have left to share, and something for Bronson. It's only fair if he has to listen to us, after all.

[hlif]

Cheers, don't want to get thrown out of the Inquisition because I decided to throw something no one should rightfully miss off the edge of a mountain if I find it.

[Abominations don't get to be people, that's the rule.]

[gatheringstorm]

[1000% agreement, bro.]

Except the Wardens, but they're always weird. Alright, give me a little time and I'll get a cask over. We'll drink ourselves senseless.

[dragoon_pride]

What's happened now?

[Don't mind him, he just tries to stay well out of anything remotely political or otherwise. He's only concerned about what needs to be fought and where the next mission is going.]

[gatheringstorm]

Meet me at the tavern and find out.

[dragoon_pride]

Very well... I'll be there soon.

[By now, Kain gets that if Korrin is reacting to something like this, she must have a very good reason for it. That and their drinking moments have been... rather interesting so far, so why not add in yet another occurrence? So off he goes to the tavern, looking around for her when he enters.]

[gatheringstorm]

[Korrin awaits in a corner table, far from sociable tonight. Her legs are propped up on the chair beside her, and she's nursing an ale. Spotting him, she raises her flagon.]

[slipshot]

I'll meet you there, probably already in a tankard of ale, or four.

[He's got a slightly darker tone than he usually does.]

[gatheringstorm]

I'm still buying at least one round for listening to me vent but if you need to do the same, by all means don't hold back.

[slipshot]

We can just pass rounds back and forth. You already there?

[gatheringstorm]

No, I was abusing training dummies just moments ago. Give me a few and I'll be there.