[ 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

[kirkwalled]

[ this is definitely a smell that's confusing the heck out of garrett and even though he smells and proceeds to lick the spine's hand, at least once, he eventually just drops into a sitting position in front of him. have a very quizzical dog expression up at you, sir. you smell like a toaster yet you look and act like a human. he's such a confused dog right now.

and then there's hawke who, at least, seems to be stirring. not enough to get up yet but enough to well -- stir. she should save you from this dog based inquisition eventually, the spine. ]

[awfulsentimetal]

[For a generally observant robot he sure did fail to note that a dog presented with a hand will, with few exceptions, invariably lick it. He stares at his slobbery palm with lifted eyebrows.] ... ah. [What... what is he supposed to do about this. It's gross, and he'd quite like to wipe it off, but he doesn't have a handkerchief. He doesn't even have a fake pocket square.] Uh. [There's nothing for it. Making a face he usually reserves for a face-full of sour cream (don't ask), he wipes his hand off on his pants.] ... euch.

[Quick glance at the dog.] Er... no offense meant.

[The Spine rises from his crouch with another series of clicks. This time there's a rattle, and something whines. He looks a bit embarrassed, if only because the mechanical whine was loud enough to echo around the vaulted ceiling.

And he told Garrett to be quiet.]

[kirkwalled]

[ despite everything, garrett takes offense. you don't want his spit? you don't want his spit? he just sits there, looking rather sad as the spine clicks and rattles his way to a standing position. that didn't wake hawke, at least. she just groans and is about to fall back into sleep but.

garrett's still offended.

garrett's just going to tilt his head back and --

howl.

mournfully.

hawke jerks upright as the howling starts, looking over at them in bewilderment. her hair is askew and she doesn't actually know what she's looking at but garrett continues to howl. she opens her mouth once, twice, to say something -- anything -- but she... doesn't actually know what to say. so yeah, she just. keeps looking at the spine.

what in the world. ]

[awfulsentimetal]

[Oh no. Oh no. Why this? What did he do wrong? The Spine cringes and lifts both hands in a placating gesture.] Woah there, c'mon now. There's no call for that-- [And they were getting along so well. Evidently he needs to download a book on dog whispering.] Please stop, you're gonna wake up your pal--

[kirkwalled]

[ there's a sigh from hawke as garrett keeps howling before she runs a hand over her head. seems like the robot hasn't noticed she's awake yet, huh? with a short whistle, and a very sharp tone from hawke, garrett will finally stop howling. ]

Garrett.

[ he just looks alert before wagging his tail and sitting there. oh, garrett. ]

Did you reject his affection or something? He gets rather touchy when people do.

[awfulsentimetal]

[So much for not waking them--her, based on the evidence, although he doesn't like to assume--up.]

I, ah... [It's definitely not natural, the way his waist twists when he turns back to look at Garrett.] Not intentionally. I was just sayin' hello and he licked my hand. [He lifts the hand in question, wriggling his fingers exaggeratedly.] I guess he thought I was rejectin' him when I wiped it off.

[And to Garrett:] Sorry about that, bucko. It's just that saliva doesn't exactly evaporate. Can't risk it drying up and gettin' in places it shouldn't. Delicate machinery, y'know.

[Chatty for a robot, isn't he.]

[kirkwalled]

[ if hawke hadn't been in cerealia for as long as she's been in cerealia, she might genuinely wonder what's happening here but as it happens, she just processes this and nods. okay, right. she does know what's happening here. ]

Oh, a robot. Are you one of those with feelings or one of those without?

[ she pushes up from the bench then, lifting her arms into the air until her back cracks with a nice solid pop. ah, that's nice. she's just going to continue with her waking up as she waits for an answer, yep. ]

[awfulsentimetal]

[That question seems to stump him for a moment. He puts a hand on his hip and lowers his head, scratching the air over the crown of his hat.

Processing... processing...

He lowers his hand and lifts his head.]

Depends on how you define feelings. If you mean a complex reaction to external and internal stimuli that results in physical and psychological changes, no. If you're askin' if I can "feel" [yep, he sure did insert some air quotes there] happy or sad, well, sure.

[At the moment, he appears to be "feeling" curious.] Is it, ah... is it comfortable, sleepin' on a pew?

[kirkwalled]

[ she doesn't bother the spine as he processes, instead taking the moment to rub some sleep out of her eye. hawke's quite used to the weird things in cerealia so this whole interaction is par for the course now. ]

That second one, primarily. I wouldn't want to offend or, well, offend without purpose. I've no mind for watching my tongue. Still, good to know!

[ she grins then at her little joke before looking back at the pew and then the spine again after his question. uh. ]

It does the job? I've slept in better places but I've also slept in worse. Maybe about a six out of ten? It's rather stiff.

[awfulsentimetal]

[He apparently considers this for a moment before giving a satisfied nod. This aligns with his expectations of the world. Unlike a certain zombie he spoke to who claims to enjoy living in a cardboard box.]

Looks stiff as a board. [Is that a joke? Is it a serious observation? The world may never know. The Spine certainly isn't giving any indication one way or the other. There's a hiss and he drops an inch before his knees catch. Perfectly normal, nothing to worry about.] Gotta admit, it's nice and quiet in here. I can see the appeal as far as nappin' goes.

[And that is definitely an approximation of an apologetic smile.] Sorry about wakin' you. Can I make it up to you somehow? Coffee? Doritos?

[Food makes everything better where humans are concerned, right?]