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]

Dante looked at him, amused. "Nah," he said, "Just knocked out some windows and went from there. Ada hotwired a jeep for us to take for a ride, though."

[not_every_mage]

"Go Ada," Anders said approvingly, and took a nice long sip from his bottle before putting it down again.

"I took driving back when I got here," he musedd. "I have no idea if I could still do it."

[rebelseekspizza]

"We should find out some time," Dante mused.

He'd have proposed just about anything right now, no matter how stupid, though. He was familiar with the best ways to distract himself from anything that felt like a hole in his life, but this teenage girl-shaped one was Anders' too. He felt a weird urge to make sure Anders was distracted, too.

(That weird urge was called 'friendship'. And possibly 'shared trauma'.)

He let out a soft snicker as a mental image came to mind. "Steal a car somewhere on the mainland, get some spray paint, drive to your world and just go wild," he said. "Bet your clerics would be too thrown to even realize what the fuck was going on."

[not_every_mage]

That sent Anders into a fit of giggles. "They'd go mad," he predicted. "They wouldn't be able to decide whether the car was a new kind of demon or a dwarvish invention, and they wouldn't know what to do with it. Just watching people argue about it would make it worth it."

[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."