3rd Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

[rebelseekspizza]

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

The words had been following Dante around. Sometimes he swore he could catch sight of his own face but with different angles, in the corner of his eyes, in the mirror. It was weird. Too weird even for booze.

So eventually he'd gotten out of bed and stumbled into the common room to get some food. Maybe a change of scenery would stop it from following him around. Except there it was again, conveniently spelled out in fridge magnets in front of him.

ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ

"What is your problem," he muttered.

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[good_for_six]

Speaking of booze, Isabela had gone back to the coping method for enduring unwelcome situations and inconvenient feelings she'd developed very early in her marriage and wandered into the common room with a half-empty rum bottle in one hand.

As she collapsed on the couch

YOU BITCH, I CAME BACK TO HELP

joined the existing writing.

[rebelseekspizza]

"I've been trying that," Dante said, pointing in her general direction - it was meant to be at the booze, but he had his head half in the fridge already. "But you can't drown this one."

[good_for_six]

If she couldn't it wouldn't be for lack of trying.

"That mean you don't want any, Dante?"

[rebelseekspizza]

"I got plenty in my room," Dante said, giving her a thumbs up.

He came out of the fridge holding something that looked vaguely like cheese. "Thinking I might need stronger stuff."

[good_for_six]

"I'm not sure you can get stronger," Isabela said, frowning at her bottle. "This is already the stuff tastes like burning." The hangover was going to be murder, but at least it'd be feeling like shit on he own terms and she'd take that trade-off.

[rebelseekspizza]

"What I'm talking about isn't liquid."

He kicked the fridge shut. "'Course, I'd have to be off the island for that."

[good_for_six]

"Colour me intrigued." Isabela, no. She took a healthy swig, coughing at the burn. "Good luck doing that."

What she wouldn't give to be able to sail the Call right now.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante, don't get Isabela anything stronger than alcohol. Please.

"Might try to fight my way out later today," he said, shrugging, and shoved the cheese in his mouth. "Getting bored of this party."

[good_for_six]

It would not end well.

"Let me know if you do," she said. "I could do with a change of scenery."

And because that was just asking for trouble, the wall along one side of the common room faded into one made of stone blocks carved with unfamiliar lettering, and a tall, statuesque woman, hair white and skin inhumanly pale, horns growing back from her temples, picked a double of Isabela up by the throat and slammed her against the stone.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Sure, I'll--"

And then he actually jumped backwards, because that was pretty close, and also what the fuck?!

[good_for_six]

Isabela blinked, bottle frozen in place, as she watched the Qunari woman manhandle the other her.

"That's new," she managed.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shot her a sidelong glance, eyes wide. "Uh, something that happened...?"

[good_for_six]

Isabela shook her head. "I think I'd remember that."

She had no love for the Qunari, but what few direct encounters she'd had with them had been civil...and none of them had been quite that disturbingly attractive.

[rebelseekspizza]

"Weird," Dante said.

It was an all together way too small word for what he was actually thinking, but. Weird.

[good_for_six]

"Yeah," Isabela agreed. The vision faded as other Isabela started fighting back against the Qunari. "Did I look old to you?"

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante opened his mouth.

Then he shut it.

Then he opened it.

Then he shut it.

Finally he shot Isabela a look that read, I'm not sure there's a good way to answer that.

[good_for_six]

That was actually remarkably astute of him, just not very helpful. "Not old old, but older."

[rebelseekspizza]

"I guess?" Dante offered, squinting. "Why?"

[good_for_six]

"I don't know," Isabela said. "Just when that happens for stuff I remember I look younger, so who knows."

[rebelseekspizza]

"You think it's the future, or something?" Dante said. He frowned. "Thought there'd at least be a flippy-door car when that happened."

DeLorean, Dante. You meant a DeLorean.

[good_for_six]

Like Isabela knew what that was.

"Maybe? I'm not sure why though, if it's supposed to be a warning,I already know to avoid Qunari"

Ahahahahahaha. Ha.

[rebelseekspizza]

Dante shrugged. "Hey, the walls have been yelling at me about some brother I don't know about all morning," he said. "Who knows?"

[soniaroadsqueen]

"Odd weekend, isn't it?"

She looked like Ringo, and her voice was Ringo's, but her tone was off, and that wasn't Ringo's usual smile. The eyes were way too cold for that.

[rebelseekspizza]

Yeah, that was weird.

Dante was draped all over the sofa at this point, but he took a moment to sit up - a little - and squint at her. "Fucking weird is the word I'd use for it," he said.

[soniaroadsqueen]

"That works, too." She looked around curiously, shifting her weight slightly on a pair of ATs that she hadn't worn since she'd gotten to the island.

"I've also noticed how relatively calm it seems to be in the dorms. The phrases are interesting," but didn't really bother her, "but no attacks or anything here."