foxsays: (like a roll of heavy waters)
Araceli ([personal profile] foxsays) wrote in [community profile] therookery2017-07-06 01:06 pm

crystal;

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Araceli Bonaventura
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Offering advanced parkour lessons and trying to organise a shindig
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: Threadjacking encouraged. A few notices have been left around the Gallows to sign-up for lessons.

Inquisition, now that we're settled in Kirkwall I come to you with two very exciting propositions. As some of you know, I taught how to climb and run the walls and battlements of Skyhold, how to fall from such heights safely but alas this was not as it was at home when Skyhold was so contained. But here we are in Kirkwall! I can truly teach you how to leap from building to building if your desire and to dive into the waters from buildings and from the rigging of a ship. Of course, we start small so as not to injure your good self but if that prospect sounds intriguing, please come find me. I am Araceli Bonaventura, at your service. I'm either working at the Gallows or by the docks or you might happen to look up.

The second is a thing to celebrate and I could say that I do it as leader of the naval projects but truly? I do it as someone who loves cooking and seafood, to finally be back by the water after so long removed from it. Tell me, Inquisition, what are your favourite seafood dishes? Your favourite meals from Antiva or Rivain or places such as that? Because I thought it might be an idea to have a cookout by the waves towards the end of the month, say, the twenty-second? Everyone is welcome if they are a fan of good food and good times among friends.

[Also it's her birthday but since they don't really do birthdays that way back home, what better thing to do than have a fun time with people that have all certainly earned it?]
limier: ([ murky: remark ])

[personal profile] limier 2017-07-08 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Smoothly, ]

There are many more Orlesians than one generally hears from,

[ That she’s one of the ones who gets heard from, well. There’s being rich enough to eat regularly, and then there’s being rich enough to eat wastefully. Butcher or Chantry, neither smiles on that. ]

But I imagine the basics might be adapted for northern ingredients. Difficult to go wrong with some good stock.

[ Time to stan for bouillabaisse, you called??

Line of work, so definitely illegal shit, but apparently by a Rifter — potentially in service to the Inquisition — which all makes it a terribly grey area and probably not her problem either way. Very well.
]

How do the less agile make their way about such cities?
limier: ([ murky - consider ])

[personal profile] limier 2017-07-10 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
I admit little taste for its recent architectural changes.

[ chiefly: being burned the fuck down. a dozen cooking jokes leap to mind, each in worse taste than the last, sick as vomit on the back of her tongue. all of them read long after the fact, passing witticisms in cheap commentary tracts; mass-printed for competitive shock, each one looking to outdo the last. to rattle a nation already reeling from simultaneous disasters.

but this whole subject is dangerous ground, however the aristocracy have of late embraced it for entertainment. if her opinions and araceli's apparently align in this regard, it's still nothing that she may speak of quite so publicly as a rifter might.

how much easier to front a cause without a world's worth of baggage attached.
]

It has been some years since I cooked more than camp fare,

[ and better to pass that off when possible, lead men raised by the chantry and they'll always be looking to a woman to coddle their needs. some skills are better taught through blunt exercise; she'll suffer through months of ashy rabbit stew to know the idiots won't starve left to their own devices. ]

But I should be happy to assist in whatever manner I might — and to hear tell of this home of yours, if you are amenable. I have never so heard of a floating city.
limier: ([ murky - chat ])

[personal profile] limier 2017-07-14 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Quite.

[ where one finds a high, there's always a low; the scant little she's seen of val royeaux's alienage, she wonders that it might ever be considered less worthy than halamshiral. if it still owns buildings, they don't stand for any lesser purpose, don't house any fewer souls. a teeming mass of life, lost in the shadow of a grand purpose.

the chantry casts it — her role, as so many others', to make puppets of the shape. a finer picture: something high for the low to look to, while the high stare at glimmering reflections of their own wealth. it does good. she believes that. it will never do enough.
]

None of them know what they are doing, unless they know to thank the chef. [ but surely, she misheard that, because below the waves what the fuck ] An — ah — an old place, is it?
limier: ([ blueblack - reply ])

a whole freakin month later sorry dude

[personal profile] limier 2017-08-12 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ what ]

Ships beneath the sea?

[ surely this is, you know, a story — like those the elves hew to, like those that build and bloom within the chantry's own teachings. explanations for things that elude explanation: times gone forgotten, memories blurred by the passage of years.

surely she's not actually talking about breathing underwater
]

It sounds beautiful. But our present troubles aside, I would rather miss the sky.

[ she'd never seen so much of it, from such height, before the spire. you don't stare up within a tower, not unless you look to empty rock. but to look down upon the city, upon air,

this a world full of caves and dark places, the crushing depths of the earth. sometimes there's comfort in that, a peculiar rightness — an imperceptible presence at the edge of it all, drawing deep, ever deeper, straight to the bottom of a well.

sometimes there's comfort in that. but wells are where you go to drown. (how could you ever walk there without drowning?)
]