CLOTHING ADVENTURES

[lightlessfuture]

Who: Anyone! Everyone!
What: Clothes were requested. Clothes are now granted.
When: morning of the 22nd initially
Where: meet me at the room that's literally filled to the brim with clothing in 15 minutes
Warnings: It's just clothes, what could possibly go wrong!
Notes: Everyone gets free clothes whether they participated in the actual request or not. CLOTHES FOR THE ENTIRE ISLAND.


There's a room in the Storyteller's temple; it was once empty, and now it's...not. It is, in fact, full of clothing of all sorts, to the point that it might be slightly difficult to find exactly what you're looking for.

Oh well. It's there now, no takebacks.

Comments

[counterblows]

They said it's what...powers them. From what everyone else is saying, this whole thing with the clothes gave them kind of a boost after the flowers.

[Forty offerings is evidently enough to boost a god after reviving something like two-dozen people all at once.]

[tuskenlancer]

Cause that makes sense.

[ On the other hand, "they" also say that he's a god. How's she supposed to say how gods work? ]

Do you believe them?

[counterblows]

I don't trust anything that claims to be in charge, just as a rule.

[He learned that lesson late, but boy, boy did he learn it.]

But if no one else is going to get us what we need to survive, I'm going to use what I can.

[tuskenlancer]

[ Desperation, then, rather than trust. But if even Wash is willing to give it a shot here...

And she knows that plenty of other people share stories every month, with no ill effects - yet. As far as she knows, the Storyteller's never done anything to harm any of them.

(Yet.)

She nods slowly. ]

Maybe.

I'll think about it.

[counterblows]

I can't say I like it, but I also don't know any other supply for ammunition.

[He hasn't used any stories for ammo yet, but he's been pretty conservative. God help them the minute they run into something that actually can be cut down with bullets.]

[tuskenlancer]

That's why knives are better.

[ Wash chill it with the guns, they're literally in tropical paradise here. ]

[counterblows]

[Hey. Hey, now.]

It's not like I don't have any knives. It's just good to have a long range option.

[tuskenlancer]

[ She's just saying. ]

Throwing knives is a long-range option.

[counterblows]

Until you run out, sure.

[The bottom line is that you simply shouldn't run out of knives, in theory, but what kind of strategy is that?]

[tuskenlancer]

It's easier to retrieve knives than spent ammo.

[counterblows]

You're the worst. You're the kind of person that brings knives to gun fights.

[Though Felix did bring a sword to a gun fight, and that was working out pretty well in his favor.]

[tuskenlancer]

[ Well, it's true. She shrugs. ]

If you're good enough, a knife is all you need.

[ And if you're not, you end up with an axe in your gut - but she's not thinking about that. Not right now. ]

[counterblows]

[GRUMBLE GRUMBLE]

Yeah, until the other person brings an energy sword.

[tuskenlancer]

[ Okay, he has a point there. But... ]

How many people with energy swords have you seen on Enso?

[counterblows]

[Well. None. But, but the point, the point there is - ]

There are at least two that could show up. Probably.

[tuskenlancer]

I'll take my chances.

[counterblows]

["Your funeral" would be in bad taste.]

I'll make a note of it: you can never have too many knives.

[tuskenlancer]

[ Very bad taste. Good job restraining yourself, Wash.

CT nods in (mostly) mock approval, and grins at him. ]

Congratulations. You've just taken the first step towards enlightenment.

[counterblows]

Hilarious.

[Oh, look. He found something incredibly fitting for this conversation, which he bunches up and tosses to her.]

Suits you.

[tuskenlancer]

Oh my god.

[ She stares, actually recoiling a little just at the color, at the...everything. But...well. She can't refuse it now, right? So she grins, carefully folding the sweater up to take home with her. ]

It's gotta get cold here sometime, right?

[ Sometimes, even an ugly sweater is better than no sweater at all. ]

[counterblows]

Presumably we have regular seasons like anywhere else. What is it right now, August?

[He thinks. There's a calendar near the community rock, but he doesn't make a habit of checking very often.]

[tuskenlancer]

Yeah. It's August.

[ Because she'd gotten here in June, and people arrive at the beginning of the month, and there have been two months since then. Two opportunities for Varric to arrive. Two more months that he hadn't.

She glances up at Wash, shaking her head. ]

Yeah, but we're on an archipelago. It's not gonna snow or anything.

[ Unless a magical snow island suddenly appears. Honestly, she wouldn't be surprised. ]

[counterblows]

Maybe. I don't know if we can count on regular weather, between everything...else.

[The islands appearing from the fucking ocean floor. The magic dream storytelling sessions. The green pools of water that take them where they need to go.]

[You know, everything else.]

[tuskenlancer]

That's true. Good thing I have this sweater, then.

[ A beat, and then she glances sidelong at Wash, an alarmingly mischievous look in her eye. ]

We better find one for you, too.

[counterblows]

Oh, so we can match? What'd you have in mind?

[He is dubious, to say in the least, that there's anything with an appropriately thematic patterning slapped on it, but who knows? Maybe he can be surprised.]