◇ x; she's baaaack

[hawkeward]

[ACTION A; 1761 Beaver Street; morning]

[Hawke did not escape the carnival very easily - if you can even call falling out of the sky and breaking your neck three days in "escaping." And even though she didn't suffer through five entire days of alternate Mayfield, when she wakes up in the morning, she's as tired, thirsty, and hungry as she was before she died.

So, the first thing she does - after being enthusiastically greeted by her mabari, that is - is wander downstairs, shoo the drones away, and put on a pot of coffee. It doesn't help fight off the sleepiness, though, so she shuffles upstairs, climbs back into bed, closes her eyes...

And screams.]

[PHONE; open]

Well, that was... fun. [Yaaaaaaaawn. Boy she sure sounds tired.] I think I lost a few days after I went to visit the neighbors, however. Anyone mind telling me what happened after - what was it, our third day there? I certainly hope I didn't miss anything interesting.

Nice of them to leave me a welcome back gift, too. Finally, something interesting to re-- [Hawke cuts herself off after taking a book off the shelf and inspecting the cover.] Hard in Hightown, really? It won't put me to sleep, at least.

[As she goes to hang up the phone, you might hear her mutter to herself:] Maker, I need a drink.

[ACTION B; Olney's Tavern; evening]

[After trying nearly all day to get some sleep and failing miserably, Hawke decides to get her mind off her post-revival the best way she knows how: drinking.

She swings by the tavern in the evening, ignores any drones that may be present, and takes a seat. It's no Hanged Man, but she can't be sure if that's a good or bad thing. The smell of piss seems to be absent, at least, which is always a good sign.

Her dog is sitting on the floor beside her stool, because, well, he follows her everywhere. Cupcake seems to be behaving himself, though.]

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[phone]

[3wayforjustice]

[dshfkjdsdjfdsdsfjsd]

Hawke! Are you -- You're back!

[phone]

[hawkeward]

Anders--? [Oh dear sweet Maker, it's nice to hear his voice again. How long had everyone been trapped in that stupid carnival, anyway...? She's not sure, but it feels like a lifetime.] Long time no see.

Sorry if I made you worry, but - well, here I am, safe and sound. [...Mostly.]

[phone]

[3wayforjustice]

Yes, yes, I'm here.

Maker -- are you at your house?

[phone]

[hawkeward]

Thank you for not disappearing in my absence, in that case.

...I am, yes. [She pauses, and... yawns again.] The door's open, as always.

[phone]

[3wayforjustice]

I wouldn't leave you, Hawke.

[... For better or worse. Usually worse, in Anders' case.]

Hold on.

[BRB HE'S ON HIS WAY.]

[phone]

[hawkeward]

[No, of everyone she knows, he's the least likely to leave her side - and that is a comfort, even knowing how Anders is.]

I'll be here.

[Click! When Anders arrive, she'll be sitting in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee and trying her damnedest to stay awake. Stupid blighted crazy nightmares.]

[actiony?]

[3wayforjustice]

[Oh, well. When he arrives, there will be a good deal less coffee drinking. And a good deal more...]

[Well. You know that romance scene. Where instead of kissing, it looks more like he's trying to inhale Hawke's face.]

[action!]

[hawkeward]

[Hawke stumbles, startled by the sudden assault on her face. This is not the welcome back gesture she had thought to receive from Anders - she'd expected him to check her for injuries first, or chastise her for leaving, but this? This is fine too.

She puts both her hands on his shoulders, steadying herself, and kisses him right back, though she's a little gentler than Anders in doing so - but just as needy. Alternate Bizarro Mayfield was awful, the post-revival nightmares are even worse, and having him here with her is exactly what she needs right now.]

[action!]

[3wayforjustice]

[He's just glad to see her. Glad she's here. Alive. This is how he figures it's best to express those feelings.]

[She's real, she's whole. He intends to take full advantage of it, if only for a moment. After this moment, he'll check her over closely. But for now, he just wants to make sure this is entirely real.]

[ phone ]

[spellbent]

Oh, I hope you had just as much fun as I did. [ This is said with no shortage of sarcasm, mind. ]

[ phone ]

[hawkeward]

[All the sarcasm right here in this phone call, yup.]

I'm a little sad that it's over, to be honest. Never had so much fun in my life.

[ phone ]

[spellbent]

Thrill a minute.

Where did you end up, anyway?

[ phone ]

[hawkeward]

Went looking for clean water at the Tunnel of Love, was horribly disappointed by how very not romantic it was, and explored the neighborhood instead. I don't think I was welcome in the Smith household.

[She sounds very dismissive, as she tends to do.]

How about you? Find anything interesting?

[ phone ]

[spellbent]

I found nothing.

And I literally mean nothing- a whole wall of it. It chased me through one of the houses and relieved me of my legs for my efforts.

[ phone ]

[hawkeward]

Ah, nothing. Always a formidable foe. [Oddly, her tone is 100% serious when she says this.]

Andraste's ass, they really don't hold anything back around here. Are you all right now, at least?

[ phone ]

[spellbent]

Cut up a bit and bleeding, oddly enough, but otherwise whole.

[ A beat ] And you?

[ phone ]

[hawkeward]

Good to hear it.

The house I went in was... haunted, I think - I heard singing, but I never found the singer. The bathroom was full of blood, and I found a message written on the mirror - "You killed her."

[She hesitates before continuing.] Then the stairs collapsed underneath me, and I... fell. A void just opened up underneath me, and I fell for Maker knows how long. Now, that was the fun part.

B

[elevatoravatar]

[Sitting at a nearby table with close to 15 bottles around her in various states of empty and several plates of bar food Elizabeth nods a bit to the dog and its owner]

[hawkeward]

[Hawke nods back, and turns to return to her own drink... until she does a double-take and stares at the bottles on the table.]

So, is the alcohol here really that bad, or are you just that good?

[elevatoravatar]

I know not. I had... Several bad days and wished to try loosing myself in spirits, but, nothing seems to be happening.

[Its just her, the booze is all in the 80-120 proof range sadly]

[hawkeward]

Whatever the case, I'm not sure if I should be jealous or not.

[While she would love to be able to drink everyone in town under the table without so much as a headache, she really wants to get drunk off her ass tonight.]

Did that blighted carnival get you, too?

[elevatoravatar]

I was devoured by the mists there. I feel rather... Under the weather.

[She sighs and shotguns a bottle of something brown, looking irritated as nothing happens]

[hawkeward]

Mists...? I don't remember seeing anything like that - nothing that would devour anyone, anyway. [This one died day 3, so she's a little out of the loop.] I know how you feel, though. Ever since I woke up, I've been a little under the weather, myself.

[elevatoravatar]

[She puts the bottle on the table and looks at it.]

I feel much as the bottle must right now. I should be feeling something at this point, correct?

[hawkeward]

[Hawke empties her own bottle and orders another, frowning. All she can offer Elizabeth is a shrug.]

Yes, if you've had that much to drink, you certainly ought to be feeling something. Not necessarily something good, but - something. A headache, maybe, or like you want to vomit.