Can't read my, can't read my, no he can't read my...

[tevinteraltus]

who: Dorian, Cisco, Magnus, Iona, Taako (and people they invite)
what: Sharing card games! Drinking! Probably bad and not so bad life choices!
when: February 10th, laaate to even laaaater
where: An out of the way bar
warnings: Drinking, references to sex, mental abuse (the night is young, and I mean references okay), and who knows, these are some crazy kids.

Dorian had actually taken time to process having found decks of cards from Thedas in one of the shops in the Quarantine. He'd resigned himself to this place, was actually starting to like it at times, and enjoy the company of certain men (which he tried very hard not to think on overmuch). Then this threw a wrench into his carefully laid new life. The homesickness had very nearly started to fade to a dull throb, and yet there it was again, flaring with renewed vigor. He'd shown the deck to Iona, and suggested they gather some friends, his friends really (which was still odd to think of) for a lesson and a few rounds at a local bar. No wagers were necessary of course, but the night could go in any direction.

He'd texted Cisco, and they'd added other games to the mix as well. It was, of course, most likely to be a casual affair with various games at different times, but it should be fun, and good for Iona. Something was bothering her, after all.

He was more nervous, of course, of his introducing her to Magnus. She who was so much like a sister to him, a long lost sibling he'd never had and the closest to family he'd ever known and he...was, well, complicated. Dorian had a lot of feelings regarding Magnus he hadn't taken the time to articulate, and they were only getting more twisted and hard to identify as time went on. Now, on top of that, well, let's just say it's a fine thing this place serves wine.

Living in the communal housing and collecting a wage meant reserving one of the establishment's back rooms for their use, with it's scattered tables, hadn't broken the bank so to speak, and he was going to leave everyone to their own tabs of course. This wasn't a charity event, after all. Those who arrived would need only mention who they were looking for to be shown to the back rooms.

(OOC: Feel free to post your own mingle posts for chilling at the bar, and such! Taking part in the actual game of Wicked Grace isn't required to chill!)

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Iona Lavellan | OTA

[stumbledfromtheashes]

Iona had agreed to a ‘game night’ without thinking. It was Dorian, after all. He’s family, and she would do rather a lot for family. She could spend a night out with his friends, playing cards and other games. And teaching Wicked Grace to those that want to learn.

And meeting this Magnus of Dorian’s. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out that there’s something there, and she knows Dorian. There’s something there.

She’d extended a rather impulsive invite to Brennan. She has no idea if he’ll actually join her, and while she wouldn’t mind his company she won’t be hurt if he doesn’t. She’s not sure he knows anyone that’s going to be there outside of her. Regardless she plans on not mentioning a word of the invitation she’d extended to Dorian. She’ll never hear the end of it.

Thanks to Dorian’s influence she’s adapted rather well to the differing style of dress found in the Quarantine, although she tends to keep touches of the familiar in what she wears. Dressed in shades of black and white with an omnipresent pair of fingerless gloves hiding the Anchor she perches on an out-of-the-way table in their reserved room, watching the goings-on thoughtfully, a class of wine held loosely in one hand.

[ohhmrburnsides]

Whatever Magnus and Dorian are, he tries not to think too much of it. Dorian hasn't made their arrangement out to be anything more than casual (at least, not at this point), and Magnus is fine with that. He's happy with whatever Dorian wants. So meeting Iona doesn't seem to him like the kind of important Meeting-The-Family event that it might have been if he and Dorian had had a relationship with a title.

By the time he gets a moment alone with Iona, they've already had some lovely chatter over Magnus learning the ins and outs of this unfamiliar deck of cards and the games that come with it. They're in the middle of a break when Magnus comments to her, "I gotta say, it's hella nice to be playing regular, non-video games. I really suck at those. Card games, though? I can learn card games."

...What he means by this is, he's glad to be playing games with people whose games are similar to his own.

[stumbledfromtheashes]

Iona knows Dorian. He’s her best friend, he’s family, and she knows him. And it doesn’t take her very long at all to figure out what that something there is; to figure out that it’s more than just sex, more than just a fling on Dorian’s part. Even if she suspects that he hasn’t said a bloody word to the man in question.

She just doesn’t know what it is on Magnus’ part. Which is why she’s glad to finally find a moment alone with him. He’s involved with the man who is her brother in all but name. She’s finding out what his intentions are (and threatening him, probably. As is a sibling’s wont).

She has no bloody clue what, exactly, video games are, not in detail, although she has a slight idea, having been in the Quarantine for a bit, now, but she understands his point. “I don’t know,” she replies with a laugh, “there are probably card games somewhere that are frustratingly complicated.” Honestly she could see that being a thing with the Orlesians.