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[hawkeward]

[ACTION A; 1761 Beaver Street]

[Of course, the dog is the first to notice that something is amiss. The radio, having turned itself on at full volume, rouses the poor beast from his slumber, and the mabari hops off the bed to growl and bark at the offending device. Sadly used to such wakeup calls, Hawke sits up, rubbing her eyes and frowning.]

Maker's breath, boy, there's no need for--

[FWOOSH.

And as she pushes herself to her feet, Hawke falls through the bed, passes through the floor, and lands neatly in the living room. On the couch. Where her not!husband is sleeping. Or, well, where he was sleeping. Oops.]

[ACTION B; wherever]

[Falling through the floor was one thing, but the creepier-than-usual drones are something else entirely. When Merida's drone starts walking backwards and continually asking for the time, Hawke decides it's time to get the hell out of the house and walk the dog.

So, together with Cupcake, she walks through the front door - literally - and sets about exploring the town. She doubts she'll find anything interesting, so she amuses herself by watching the dog phase through trees and fences before peeing on them. Maybe he's doing his business in your front yard!]

Comments

[hawkeward]

I just fell through the floor and stuck my hand through the door. I'll believe just about anything, at this point.

[whowhatwhy]

I sincerely hope that's not something either of us ever get to experience.

[hawkeward]

Oh, I don't know - Fenris seemed to enjoy shoving his fist through people's chests. Then again, he was never in any danger of getting stuck.

[whowhatwhy]

... You attract some very interesting people, Hawke.

[hawkeward]

It's a gift.

[At this moment, Merida's drone comes down the stairs, walking backwards and persistently asking dear Mom and Dad for the time. Hawke doesn't try to answer and simply watches with a vague, cautious sort of interest.]

...Well, that's just a little disturbing.

[whowhatwhy]

[ Nate just kind of stares in concern, his gaze flicking back to Hawke when she speaks. ]

Just a little?

[hawkeward]

What can I say? I've seen stranger things. You get used to it.

[She shrugs and starts to back away from the girl, toward the door.]

I really hate drones.

[whowhatwhy]

I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to that.

[ He watches Hawke, and the drone, then back to Hawke. ]

Going for a walk in your nightclothes, then?

[hawkeward]

I can probably guess.

[She looks down at her outfit - or lack thereof - and grins, almost sheepishly.]

Oh, you know, I thought I'd give the town a show. [a beat] But I suppose I could risk a trip upstairs to make myself look decent.

[whowhatwhy]

[ Lack of outfits all around, since Nate doesn't wear a shirt to bed. ]

If you fall through the ceiling again, here's at least hoping you'll be properly dressed.

... [ drone!Merida bumps into something, and then keeps on walking backwards, not once breaking stride. ] Care for company on your walk?

[hawkeward]

Why not? The more the merrier.

[To her credit, Hawke is being good and not checking Nate out. Not too obviously, anyway.

With a sigh, she shuffles upstairs to put on some real clothes - and armor, in her case - and amazingly does not fall through the floor again. When she returns to the living room, she's all decked out in her Champion's armor, blades strapped to her back.

Hey, better safe than sorry.]

[whowhatwhy]

[ Nate is just wearing jeans and a t-shirt. What is having armor. He did pick up a pair of hunting knives, which are strapped to his belt. ]

Well, now I feel under-dressed.

[hawkeward]

Oh, don't mind me. It's likely that I'm over dressed, but you can never be too careful around here.

[Hawke whistles for the dog, who tears through the living room and runs right through the front door. Shrugging, she sticks her hand in the door.]

It's a lovely day for a bit of husband and wife bonding. Shall we?

[whowhatwhy]

[ A shrug. ] Ladies first.