Room 322, Thursday Afternoon

[not_every_mage]

Anders was ... tired, mostly. Just tired. He halfway wanted to rewind time two months and make different choices so he wouldn't have to care so much about what Kathy was doing.

He couldn't rewind time, but he could pretend nothing was wrong. Which was why the afternoon found him at his desk, scrawling away at the latest revisions to what was rapidly becoming a book-length treatise on mage rights. That was more important than anything happening in Los Angeles, anyhow.

[OOC: Cracked door, open post!]

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[rebelseekspizza]

"Meanwhile you've messed up half their shit," Dante said, grinning, "Tuck a copy of this beast--" He patted whatever part of Anders' manifesto came closest, "In an altar or something." Beat. "Nail it to a door? I think nailing this shit to a door is a thing with the Church."

[not_every_mage]

"First I spraypaint everything, then I nail it to everything I can nail it to," Anders nodded. "And you're coming along to help spraypaint everything and tear heads off demons, if we run into any."

The warmth he felt was about 40% booze, 60% friendship.

[rebelseekspizza]

Speaking of booze, Dante hadn't had some for at least five minutes now, and that was sad. He picked up... one of the bottles, not sure which, and took a quick sip, thumping his foot gently against Anders' ankle to signify approval.

Then he put the bottle back.

"It'll be a good time," he said sagely. "Maybe some people'll learn something. Like how demons are shit and so's this Chantry crap."

[not_every_mage]

Anders believed in a lot of the Chantry crap, but his desire to get into a discussion of the nuances of Andraste's message was quite possibly at an all-time low. He picked up the other bottle instead and waved it gently in Dante's direction, as if toasting.

"It'll be glorious," he said. "Lots of dead demons and scandalized Chantry sisters. What could be better?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"... Me actually making the 'nailing' joke I should have like a minute ago," Dante said, pulling a thoughtfully annoyed face. "I'm getting sloppy."

[not_every_mage]

"I don't know," Anders said doubtfully. "Chantry doors are all fancy and carved. Nailing someone against one would hurt."

[rebelseekspizza]

"Yeah, but I bet you can get some grip going if you turn around."

Don't give him an excuse to scandalize Elthina in a few years, Anders.

[not_every_mage]

"... and here I thought I was doing fine not thinking about sex."

Elthina would have been scandalized anyhow.

[rebelseekspizza]

True.

Dante shrugged. "That's only fun for so long," he said. "Especially when you can talk about doing it against a house of worship."