tonight on cops: thedas edition

[inagutterson]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Yngvi Congealedinagutterson. Yes that's his name
RECIPIENT: Unfortunately everyone.
WHAT: Yngvi goes to check in on Gwen's dad. He tries to contact her using Asher's sending crystal before he heads to Skyhold. He ends up contacting all of Skyhold. (But Gwen's dad is trying to murder him so that can probably be forgiven.)
WHEN: Probably slightly backdated to a few days back. Timey-wimey
WHERE: Orlais; the Vauquelin estate
NOTES: Language. Dwarfing under the influence. Violence in the background.  Threadjacking totally allowed!

[Here's the thing: just because Yngvi took possession of Asher Hardie's sending crystal upon Asher's death (some one had to, since someone has to stay in Skyhold to honour the fact that Asher signed them up and Yngvi is the charming one okay, most suited to that legacy) that doesn't mean Yngvi knows how to use said sending crystal.

So what's meant to be a private message to one Gwenaëlle Vauquelin becomes horribly public.]

Gwenaëlle? Is this thing-- [Okay that is a lot of angry background noise? Does it sound Orlesian? It probably sounds Orlesian.

To some who know him it might sound alarmingly like Emeric Vauquelin actually. And the frantic scramblings of a dwarf.] So here's the thing, I stopped by to see your old man, avail myself of his legendary hospitality. He's in rude health. Just wondering if you wanted anything picked up? I've got the silverware and the best brandy. By the way, what's that really dark purple colour because it's my colour I look--

[There's a very loud crash, and a truly ear-piercing shriek from the dwarf on the other end of the sending crystal.] Sir! Sir I am changing!

[[ooc: Hello welcome to Yngvi's liveblog escape from the Vauquelin estate where Gwen's dad is going to eventually try to shoot him with a crossbow. He has this completely under control.]]]

Comments

[ombranera]

If there is a window you might wish to make a break for it.

[elegiaque]

I like that dress, Yngvi, you can have anything from the dressing room on the other side of the house, leave mine al--

What are you doing.

( in the tone of a woman who has just heard what she is saying out of her own mouth. )

[rowancrowned]

[ elven popcorn.gif ]

I would be utterly enchanted to hear the story of how you met the Lady Gwenaëlle at a later date, assuming you survive the attentions of the Comte.

[goodforsaken]

[ ...oh. ]

Yngvi--

Speaking in purely practical terms, if you die would I have to fight your brother for your trap making equipment?

[ this is the kind of friendship they have, right? right! try not to die though, lex would probably be as upset as he would about uh...anyone dying. which isn't saying much, but come on, with lex it's saying something. ]

[gatheringstorm]

[You might be able to hear Korrin groaning from all the way over in Skyhold, but the sending crystal helps.]

'Rude health'. Andraste's tits, Yngvi. Haul ass! You are living to tell me the whole story later.

[anacardiaceae]

[ Nothing helpful. Just some soft, snorting laughter. ]

[el_tybs]

You're 'taking' silverware and brandy, and you thought it would be a good idea to change clothes and call everyone while someone is trying to... kill you?

[He's got that right, right? He doesn't know Orlesian, but that sounds like a very angry one yelling what he assumes are threats?]