Room 322, Sunday Night

[not_every_mage]

It had been barely more than 48 hours since Anders was last in this room, this safe space that was bright with Rapunzel's paints and littered with his own clothes and books. It felt like it might as well have been years. When he'd left, he could be flip about killing because he hadn't needed to do much of it, not enough to make it real. Now he'd done more than he had expected outside a war. (He didn't feel all that bad about it. Deep down, he wondered if that were a problem.)

In Rapture, he'd been fueled by potions and adrenaline -- too tightly wound by the situation to sleep, to rest, to eat more than a mouthful or so when they'd had the chance. It had gotten him through the horror of it all, and Nathan's pizza had helped dull the gnawing in his stomach. But now ... now he felt, all at once, as if he'd die on his feet if he didn't lie down immediately.

He took off his boots and sprawled on his bed. Drifting with his eyes closed, he imagined what would happen if he took the same crew back to Thedas.

The templars would never see them coming.

[OOC:Closed door, open post!]

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[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Bloody hell, this was embarrassing. When she had promised Barry that she'd go to Anders or Rapunzel with any difficulties, she was assuming that would be some unforeseen difficulty with her, not .... well.

Eleanor looked like she had thrown her clothes on in a hurry, say, ones that had been balled up on the floor. Her hair was tousled, and her cheeks were flushed.

And she was half-carrying her significant other, what with a hand injury making it damned hard for him to use his crutches.

[spin_kick_snap]

Kathy had been in a rec room when they cavalry'd come in, looking like a herd of the walking wounded. A bit concerned, a bit curious, more than a bit worries. With the exception of Anders and Joker, she didn't really know anyone in the group well enough to call 'friend.' But they were friends-of-friends, and Anders was her friend and that was enough motivation to convince her that it probably wouldn't be too pushy to knock on Anders' door and make sure he was okay.

And so, there she stood, tap-tap-tapping on his dorm room door. "Anders? It's Kathy. Umm, if you'd rather be alone, just stay quiet and I'll assume you're sleeping and go away."