◇ 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.]

Comments

[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.

[elevatoravatar]

Simply emptiness... Perhaps this is something best left to humanity.

[She sighs a bit]

[hawkeward]

Oh, no, there should be no prejudice where drinking is involved. Human, dwarf, elf, whatever - everyone has the right to get shitfaced if they want to.

[elevatoravatar]

I'm just finding it rather difficult to do. It is quite bothersome indeed.

[hawkeward]

Strange, because I know I'm having an easy time of it. [hic] I suppose saying you have high tolerance would be too easy?

[elevatoravatar]

Indeed it would be. I can tell you everything that was used to ferment this drink, yet can never be satisfied so I rarely partake.

[hawkeward]

Honestly, I don't care much how it's made - only how quickly it can get me drunk.

Is it something the town's done to you, perhaps? It may wear off soon, if you're lucky.

[elevatoravatar]

No, I've been like this on all of my trips to the mortal realm. At home we have nothing like this.

[hawkeward]

'The mortal realm'... [She balks at that statement.] You're a spirit?

[elevatoravatar]

I am... [She pauses] Elizabeth. Back home I logged the persona that swam in the sea of those who made contracts with the masters' souls. I am not sure if that is the answer you seek, but it is the only one I have.

[hawkeward]

[staaaaaaaaaares]

I have no idea what you're talking about, so I'll continue to assume that you're a spirit. Hopefully the friendly kind.

[elevatoravatar]

I mean no malice to anyone here if that sets your mind at ease.

[hawkeward]

You're better than most spirits I've encountered, in that case. [She shrugs uneasily.] I'm Hawke. As long as you don't try to possess me or anything, I'm sure we'll get along just fine.

[elevatoravatar]

I am not sure how that which is physical possesses another of the same. Then again as I know not how to do that anyways, it seems like a silly thing to contemplate.

Would you care to confirm that these drinks are in fact the ones that bring the world of dreams closer for me?

[She shakes a drained bottle of gin with an irritated look and gets another from the bar as a small girl appears and distracts one of the drone bartenders]