mayfield_rpg | ◇ x; she's baaaack

[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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Thrill a minute.

Where did you end up, anyway?

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?

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.

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?

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

[ A beat ] And you?

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.

"You killed her"? Did you know who it was talking about?

... I'm going to assume you landed eventually.

I was hoping someone might be able to help me solve that little mystery, honestly. I'm stumped.

...Yes, I did. [Said very carefully. The landing part was not so fun. :|b]

Didn't get back up again, I'm guessing.

And you would be right. The last thing I remember is seeing the ferris wheel, oddly enough. Not sure how I got there, of all places, but, well - Mayfield is a good enough explanation for that, I suppose.

Considering the past few days, I'd say it is.

I've never been so happy to return to this place. Strange feeling, that.

I know. Just when I was thinking I'd do anything to get out, here I am glad to be back.

And soon we'll be right back where we started, trying to find a way out again.

At least there's edible food here.

Count your blessings, I suppose.

I can eat, drink, and sleep again, I'm alive, and Anders didn't blow anything up while I was gone. That's a good start, I think.

I assume Anders has already found you, then?

He did. And I'm sure he spent the past week tearing his hair out with worry over us, as he is wont to do.

I hope you don't mind if I borrow him for a few.

Ah, need him to magic away your hurts? He's all yours, so long as you return him in one piece.

You have my word.

... Though, can I ask you a personal question?

...I don't see why not. [Warren has successfully taken her by surprise, and so her tone is somewhat hesitant. She's mostly just confused.] What is it?