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likebigboats) wrote2015-09-11 08:48 am
likebigboats) wrote2015-09-11 08:48 am
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Memory - The party gets completely lost breaking Hawke out of a prison cell.
Hawke’s gotten mixed up with an elf assassin, Tallis (literally Felicia Day with elf ears). This ended up with everyone going out to get into a noble’s big fancy party. There’s been fancy mingling and even pretentious wyvern hunting. But now Hawke and Tallis are in trouble and locked up, leaving everyone else searching the estate’s dungeon for their cell to break them out. There’s a lot of unproductive wandering down identical-looking hallways and comedic bickering.
Anders: All right, we should have tried your suggestion.
Isabela: Which? Challenging the guards to a game of riddles and making, "Where is Hawke?" one of the questions?
Anders: I meant the "Follow one wall, and you'll navigate the maze," idea.
Isabela: Well, we can try it next time. Either that, or, "Let's get a sledgehammer and break down the walls." I thought that had merit.
Isabela: If you'd let me handle that last guard, we'd have found Hawke by now!
Aveline: Right. You'd be bent over a desk, and we'd be no closer than we are now.
Isabela: Well, I'd be closer to something.
Aveline: Shut up.
Carver: You just leave this to me. I can handle everything.
Isabela: I'm starting to think you could.
Carver: What was that? A compliment? I'm a little frightened.
Isabela: I know! Let's get these people rescued before it happens again.
Fenris: So... we're lost?
Isabela: Definitely.
Fenris: Now what do we do?
Isabela: I could try to guess the color of your underclothes again.
Merrill: Isabela? Um... I think we've been here before. We've passed that same cracked tile six times now.
Isabela: Andraste's granny-panties! I knew things were going too smoothly!
Merrill: Does Andraste really wear granny-panties? How do you know all these things?
Isabela: [Sighs] Come on, Kitten. Let's see if we can find the entrance and start again.
Isabela: Eenie, meenie, miney, moe...
Sebastian: I'm not sure that's the best way to find them.
Isabela: We already tried "pray for Andraste to guide us" and "wander like drunken vagrants." We are running out of options. Unless you want to find a chicken for an augury, we're going with counting games.
Isabela: Oh, I give up! We’ve been through every inch of this place twice, and there’s no sign of them!
Varric: Or we’ve been through the same twenty feet of this place about a dozen times. It’s hard to tell, Rivaini.
Isabela: We should have gone treasure-hunting in Wildervale instead.
Varric: [laugh] You’re still upset you couldn’t swipe a drink from the party, aren’t you?
The party finally finds the right cell - just as Hawke and Tallis are walking out of it. Tallis got tired of waiting and worked the cell door open herself.
Isabela: Good, you’re out! Was that the best party ever, or what?
Varric: Let’s get out of here.
Hawke: So, back through the castle, then?
Tallis: There’s a better way than fighting through the duke’s entire army. I’ll show you.
Anders: All right, we should have tried your suggestion.
Isabela: Which? Challenging the guards to a game of riddles and making, "Where is Hawke?" one of the questions?
Anders: I meant the "Follow one wall, and you'll navigate the maze," idea.
Isabela: Well, we can try it next time. Either that, or, "Let's get a sledgehammer and break down the walls." I thought that had merit.
Isabela: If you'd let me handle that last guard, we'd have found Hawke by now!
Aveline: Right. You'd be bent over a desk, and we'd be no closer than we are now.
Isabela: Well, I'd be closer to something.
Aveline: Shut up.
Carver: You just leave this to me. I can handle everything.
Isabela: I'm starting to think you could.
Carver: What was that? A compliment? I'm a little frightened.
Isabela: I know! Let's get these people rescued before it happens again.
Fenris: So... we're lost?
Isabela: Definitely.
Fenris: Now what do we do?
Isabela: I could try to guess the color of your underclothes again.
Merrill: Isabela? Um... I think we've been here before. We've passed that same cracked tile six times now.
Isabela: Andraste's granny-panties! I knew things were going too smoothly!
Merrill: Does Andraste really wear granny-panties? How do you know all these things?
Isabela: [Sighs] Come on, Kitten. Let's see if we can find the entrance and start again.
Isabela: Eenie, meenie, miney, moe...
Sebastian: I'm not sure that's the best way to find them.
Isabela: We already tried "pray for Andraste to guide us" and "wander like drunken vagrants." We are running out of options. Unless you want to find a chicken for an augury, we're going with counting games.
Isabela: Oh, I give up! We’ve been through every inch of this place twice, and there’s no sign of them!
Varric: Or we’ve been through the same twenty feet of this place about a dozen times. It’s hard to tell, Rivaini.
Isabela: We should have gone treasure-hunting in Wildervale instead.
Varric: [laugh] You’re still upset you couldn’t swipe a drink from the party, aren’t you?
The party finally finds the right cell - just as Hawke and Tallis are walking out of it. Tallis got tired of waiting and worked the cell door open herself.
Isabela: Good, you’re out! Was that the best party ever, or what?
Varric: Let’s get out of here.
Hawke: So, back through the castle, then?
Tallis: There’s a better way than fighting through the duke’s entire army. I’ll show you.