[ losing my edge ϟ open ]

[kirkwalled]

Who: hawkeward moment and whoever else wants to encounter her!
When: various times! but generally post-event because hawke continues not to respect cerealia at all
Where: the church, novus, and trader ceres
What: hawke the bird wonder aggressively ignoring the wrongness of cerealia once again
Rating/Warning: this is a blatant dehiatus general open log, there's not much to say about it

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one. or this would be sacrilegious if it wasn't hawke

[ today, anyone who enters the church will be graced with the blessed sounds of -- of snoring. it's not a heavy snore, not one of those gross mucus filled ones that turn a person's stomach, but a snore nonetheless and the culprit isn't immediately visible. this is because the culprit, who is hawke, is sleeping away on one of the pews off towards the back, in the shadows. she's actually quite hidden away, a passing glance would dismiss her and she has a sweater tucked under her head for a pillow. sure, she's sleeping in a church but it isn't as if she wants to disturb anyone. really, that'd be rude!

look, she doesn't really have an apartment right now and the ghosts were kind of aggressive and just -- let the woman nap.

or don't, actually. there's a dog hanging around there too that would be plenty happy with getting up and going to do something else. he might even help you wake her up! ]

two. or this isn't an episode of jessica jones i swear

[ to any poor soul walking past novus this evening (or even at novus), they will see a scruffy looking woman being unceremoniously thrown out of the bar. she stumbles, obviously not very steady on her feet but she manages to catch herself anyway. a sour look as the door slams behind her and she lifts a hand to wipe at the blood on her cut lip before calling out. (which, uh, hawke did you get in another bar fight?) ]

One would think you'd be more charitable! With what, us being the ones who suffer this city the most!

[ hawke eternally has a bone to pick with ceres and cerealia as a whole and while she refuses -- outright refuses -- to get more involved than necessary (this won't be kirkwall 2.0, alright), she doesn't mind freeloading to get what she's due. of course, in a hypercapitalistic city like this, that's not regarded so highly and novus isn't above showing her such. it's a seedy bar anyway! and their drink is poor! that's what hawke's opinion is and after a moment of just scowling at the place, she may notice you. ]

Ah, out for a night on the town, are you?

three. or at least it isn't whole foods (of ceres)

[ trader ceres is overpriced and understocked yet here hawke finds herself anyway. she needs food and still finds the more modern street food served at the food stop too rich for her tastes so, she generally sticks to making her own until she can adapt. when you're from ye olde times, chili cheese dogs are just a bit too much for your stomach.

today, hawke is in the pastry aisle, carrying a basket filled with a variety of things. rice crackers, bread, a huge cut of meat, poptarts. those are the things that can be found in her basket. she's also truly rocking the lazy morning food shopping look, in her sweatpants and grandpa sweater, untied sneakers on her feet and disheveled hair. hawke is just slowly becoming less and less respectable as days go on and no one could really predict that this woman has saved thedas twice over and can kill things ten times her size. come on, she's impressive!

but she isn't very impressive today as she reaches out and grabs a pack of blueberry muffins. she sniffs it, trying to see if it's good enough for her old timer stomach, but the plastic is too much and she lets out a frustrated noise after a moment. ]

It's as if they want you to pay for it before you know if it's edible at all.

[ which is so rude, obviously. hawke's just going to glare at the package a moment longer before looking up and whoever is close by -- ]

Hey, you! Do you know if these are any good?

[ she shakes the muffins a little in gesture and is, well, genuinely asking. help a bro out? ]

misc. or i'm really rusty with open logs

[ and if any of those prompts don't work, but you still want a hawke -- feel free to tag anyway! or hit me up and we can plot something out. thanks for readin'! ]

Comments

[bropane]

Elves, huh?

[ that gets a chuckle out of him, because apart from video games, his knowledge of elves circle around the whole santa and his elves thing.

and it's why he makes a joke— ] Do they paint Santa, too?

[kirkwalled]

[ that catches hawke a bit off guard and she gives tadashi a bit of a baffled expression because, uh.

uhm. ]

What... is a Santa?

[ and why would elves paint it? ]

[bropane]

Oh!

[ d'oh, of course hawke wouldn't know who santa is, so as he thinks of an explanation, he immediately crosses out asking about christmas. better just explain everything to her. but first- ]

Were you here when an old man with a long white beard started attacking people with a chainsaw?

[ this is only the best opening ever. ]

[kirkwalled]

[ that really is the best opening ever but hawke, unfortunately, has to shake her head. ]

No. I arrived just after that, during the convention. Is Santa an old man with a long white beard that attacks people with a chainsaw?

[ not that she knows what a chainsaw is either -- which is actually probably a good thing. ]

[bropane]

Yes, [ and there's a pause as he tries to see what hawke's reaction might be. ] and no.

He's supposed to be a good guy who gives gifts to children during Christmas, a December holiday. [ that's probably the most general explanation for christmas. HE'LL EXPOUND ON IT LATER IF NEED BE. ] Buuuut the Santa here is practically the opposite.

Anyway - he lives and works at the North Pole and has elve working under him.

[kirkwalled]

[ hawke just wants to fight it, of course. a man going around attacking people on a holiday? count her in. there's a brief moment of hawke looking thoughtful here and the thoughtfulness is because, well --

can hawke kill santa? ]

Like... slaves? He employs slaves so he can give gifts to children. That's rather barbaric, I think.

[ tadashi, did you know there's an entire country where hawke comes from that uses elven slaves for manual labor? and that one of hawke's best friends is a runaway elf slave from said country? shit's wild. ]

[bropane]

[ HAWKE, YOUR PRIORITIES... ]

I wouldn't call them slaves, per se. . . [ but right now, he can't exactly think of a better way to explain things. HE KNOWS JACK SHIT ABOUT THE REAL SANTA OK. ]

[kirkwalled]

[ THEY'RE EXCELLENT, OKAY. but wow, tadashi, way to inspire faith!! ]

Tell me he isn't a mage at least.

[ oh god, santa lives in tevinter and is a magister. this is the worst news. ]

[bropane]

A mage?

[ his eyes widen at the idea of the prospect. had he been any younger and more imaginative, he'd totally be in awe of what hawke just said and think that santa is even cooler. but nope, too bad tadashi's realistic and only cares about sound science. ]

No, no, I don't think he is.

He's, well- he's a saint.

[kirkwalled]

[ see, there's that different world things again. hawke knows the term saint, it means virtuous person. but there's no such thing as a Saint, capital S included, in the andrastian religion.

so, she just frowns. ]

A Saint? I suppose anyone who wants to help children is pretty saintly in their own right.

[bropane]

[ close enough, hawke! close enough! ]

So imagine how traumatising it is for kids to have seen killer Santa on the loose.

[kirkwalled]

[ somehow this explanation has wrapped around enough for hawke to get the right impression from it! she grimaces, feeling pity. ]

They... know he wasn't the real Santa, yes?

[bropane]

Hopefully, yeah.

[ he shrugs. there can be some dorks and losers in this place who may not know, though. but he won't assume. ]

[kirkwalled]

[ well... that's just sad. ]

I guess one can add that to the list of things CERES has ruined. I'm glad they don't seem terribly interested in my traditions here.

[bropane]

You should tell me about 'em.

[ oh, but they're standing in the middle of a shop. better change location. ]

You wanna head over to the bakery I said?

[kirkwalled]

My traditions? I wouldn't know where to start.

[ but oh, right. she looks around them before letting out an amused huff and setting her basket down to the side. ]

Yes, let's. I could do with some tea anyway.

[bropane]

Well, how 'bout the good ones first?

[ there's got to be some bad traditions, or ones that she doesn't particularly agree with.

when hawke sets her basket aside, so does tadashi. he just wanted to buy some bread and milk, anyway. he can do that another time. he leads hawke out into the streets, on the way to the bakery. ]

[kirkwalled]

[ hawke will just walk alongside tadashi, quite content to spend some time with him. he is one of her favorite people in cerealia after all, even if she hasn't ever really made attempts to share much about herself with him.

well, she's a bit due, she supposes. ]

Okay, alright. So, this is... April, right? That's what you call it? The fourth month. At home, we call it Cloudreach or Eluviesta, if you want to use the original Tevinter name for it. Like, for instance, today is April 26th and the... year, you call it 2014? I think I heard that somewhere, though it doesn't really matter, I'll use it as an example.

[ as she speaks, she is definitely gesturing with her hands. trying to break this all down and translate it is actually kind of complicated and it shows on hawke's face as she hopes she's getting it right. dang, the culture shock here. ]

Then we have April 26th, 2014. That's how you put it here. For us, it would be... 9:14 Dragon, though that's weird because back home it's currently 9:31 Dragon. It would be the 26th day of Cloudreach in the year 9:31 Dragon. This is the ninth age, the Dragon Age, and the 31st year of the Dragon Age. Ages last 100 years, for the record.

[ and then a sigh and she presses a hand to her forehead. ]

Oh, Maker. I don't know why I'm explaining the calendar to you, but I need to so I can tell you about the holidays.

[bropane]

[ oh no... hawke, calm down. tadashi understands it, thank god for his nerdery. so he nods at every point hawke makes, turning left and right when possible so they can get to the bakery faster. ]

It's fine, don't worry about it. It is a bit complicated, but nothing that I can't handle.

[kirkwalled]

[ it's just... so long and detailed...! she tried to make it short but it kind of became a Thing. but she does look relieved at his easy acceptance of her explanation. thanks, tadashi. you're a bro. ]

Thanks. I just wanted to say it because next month, which is May? For us, that is Bloomingtide or, the old name again, Molioris. The first day of Bloomingtide starts Summerday. Summerday is a holiday focused on things like... joy and unity and crap like that. Most people tend to get married then and events like coming of age parties happen all over Thedas. Andrastian kids are usually forced to dress up all in white and go together to the Chantry to learn how to be adults by the Revered Mother too. It's actually quite religious depending on where you go.

[ . . . ]

Which, ah, means I'm not one to celebrate it, ahaha.

[bropane]

[ okay, so hawke isn't religious. notes that down. ]

That's funny. They say, back in San Fransokyo, anyway, that getting married in May is unlucky for the couple.

[kirkwalled]

[ religion is kind of a Big Deal in thedas, alright. she tries not to get very involved. ]

Really? But it's Spring, how could that be a bad thing?

[bropane]

[ okay, he doesn't know the answer to that. so this smooth mofo is just going to laugh. ]

No idea. It's probably a girl thing.

[kirkwalled]

[ oh tadashi. ]

Right, a girl thing. You've no intention of getting married, Tadashi? You should know these things, one would think.

[bropane]

[ ah, that's a touchy subject. ]

I don't think anybody would want to marry somebody like me.