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[makesthings]

Sam has been working on Ellen's armor and forgetting to come inside and do other things, but he's almost finished the armor.

That's why when he came in to eat, he ended up falling asleep on one of the couches once he finished eating.

He's stretched out and taking up the entire couch and twitching in his sleep from bad dreams.

At some point he'll remember that it's a bad idea to fall asleep in Milliways though he might need reminding, it's a comfortable couch.

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[doesntsaymuch]

Yeah, falling asleep in Milliways is a bad idea, Sameth. You get weirdos with a habit of trouble and matchboxes containing crickets stuffed in their pockets.

*churrip, churrip, churrip* goes the cricket.

It's really loud. Like, the match box with the cricket was secretly tucked into the cushion by your head, loud.

*churrip, churrip, CHURRIP*


Teller? Oh, no. He didn't do anything. Why on Earth would you think that?

[makesthings]

Sameth tries to bat away the sound, which doesn't work and soon there's a loose cricket and Sam's pillow is on the floor as he mutters,

"Go away, Ellie, I'm asleep."

[doesntsaymuch]

Oh, well then. If Sameth wants loose crickets, then loose crickets he shall have.


There are now six of them hopping around, making horrible cricket noises.




Teller doesn't appear to notice. He's got his nose deep in an old paperback.

[makesthings]

There's at least one less cricket when Sameth rolls off the couch and onto one and wakes when he feels the death,

"What was that?"

[doesntsaymuch]

Teller looks up, feigning a sort of startled bemusement, and simply shrugs. Apparently he hasn't noticed all the crickets.

[makesthings]

Sam tries to get most of them off of him and stretches before sitting down again,

"Where did they all come from?"

[doesntsaymuch]

Another shrug. He's so aloof right now that it may come back round again to suspicious. Or maybe he's just coming off as his own mad self. Who can tell?

[makesthings]

"Right, um, are they dangerous if they're just hopping around?"

Crickets are out of his experience other than things that are out in the dark when he's gone camping.

[doesntsaymuch]

Teller briefly considers the intelligence of lying, but he has a feeling that telling someone, in his own way, that crickets will swallow your soul or something would not go over well.

So he just shakes his head. After a slight pause, during which he considered the above, however.

[death_gone_mad]

The fitful sleeping catches her attention.

Ah, it is the prince. The one who fights against the dead. Or was trying to find the courage to do it.

Bless his heart. Horrid necromancers.

Despite her nature, she is capable of acting gentle, especially if it advances her goals in one way or another. That the dead remain dead is an important one. She places her hand on his forehead to check for fever (investigating that charter mark is a secondary concern), then asks, "Prince Sameth, are you feeling right?"

[makesthings]

He's not sick, he just hasn't been taking care of him and so is the right temperature for someone who's fallen asleep by the fire.

His Charter Mark is slightly warmer and has a sense of great power behind it as he stirs, "Hm, yes, just a few more minutes. Won't be late for Petty Court."

[death_gone_mad]

Petty Court?

He must be half asleep still. Sleeping in Milliways may not be a good idea, but it is not so bad when someone is watching over you.

She brings her current project over and sits in a nearby chair. She'll be contemplating her jar of sluglings and writing down some of her memories on a notepad while enjoying a beer and a meat pie. She can wait.

That mark was interesting... but she will find out more about it later.

Some things are worth the wait.

[makesthings]

Hopefully she's patient as he really hasn't been sleeping when he should, the armor was too interesting.

He adjusts once more and ends up with his legs hanging off the back of the couch as a rat sighs at him.

[death_gone_mad]

She growls at the rat, sounding much like a cat warning someone or something off. Then covers her mouth in embarrassment, mortified that she made such a sound.

Beer, beer will fix this.

No it won't.

She gets back to work, trying to get her mind off the incident.

[makesthings]

The growl wakes Sam up since he's been woken by something like that when Mogget's angry at him and looks around,

"Oh, I didn't mean to fall asleep here."

[death_gone_mad]

She looks up, trying to look innocent.

"It's a perfectly decent place to sleep, if it were not for the waitrats getting snippy." Well, there are also certain born troublemakers hanging about. "How are you doing, Sameth?"

[makesthings]

"A bed would probably be more comfortable. I'm doing fine and I'm just finishing up a project. What about you?"

[igetthatalot]

People who fall asleep in Varric's drinking house of choice tend to wake up in their smallclothes on a ship halfway to Seheron. This place might be a couple of orders of magnitude nicer, but it's still a bar, and you don't take that kind of chance in bars in the dwarf's experience.

So, Sameth, you've got someone shaking you by the shoulder. Hope you don't mind.

[makesthings]

Sameth tries to push away the hand and mutters,

"Ellie, go away. I'm sick and can't do court."

[igetthatalot]

"I'll be sure to relay the message, but if you're sick I strongly suggest you take it somewhere else," says Varric. "You picked a bad spot for it."

[makesthings]

At the sound of Varric's voice, Sam wakes up more, looks at Varric and shifts to sit up,

"Charter, I didn't mean to sleep here and I'm not sick."

[igetthatalot]

"Lying in your sleep then? Impressive," says the dwarf. "Are you all right?"

[makesthings]

"My sister tends to be stubborn when she wants me to do something. Yes, I am. I've been working on something in the forge and not sleeping as much I should,"

Sam looks uncomfortable since he probably shouldn't be that good at lying about not being able to do things.

[igetthatalot]

"Ah, I was wondering who used that thing around here," says Varric. "Didn't strike me as the kind of place to have a blacksmith on staff. It's just for visitors, huh?"

[makesthings]

"There's another smith on staff, Teja, who's dead and here all the time. I'm Bound and so work there most days. Are you a smith on your world? We're always glad for visitors or fellow workers though there's not a huge amount of space."