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The Support Group Meme!

Per Wikipedia:

In a support group, members provide each other with various types of help, usually nonprofessional and nonmaterial, for a particular shared, usually burdensome, characteristic. The help may take the form of providing and evaluating relevant information, relating personal experiences, listening to and accepting others' experiences, providing sympathetic understanding and establishing social networks. A support group may also work to inform the public or engage in advocacy.

○ Post with a character.

○ Unlike most memes, you'd probably be better off by providing a general theme for people to respond to. You know, have your subject or post read "People who got turned into animals in their respective games" or "Time travelers and keeping the space/time continuum intact."

○ Respond to other people and support them through their trials and tribulations.

NOTE: While you're welcome to post whatever the hell you want, if you delve into triggery whatnot (i.e. abuse, suicide, things which tend to actually evoke real life support groups and therapy) please label your posts with a nice and blatant warning so someone who was looking for Time Travelers Anonymous doesn't accidentally stumble into your suicide thread instead.

Meme taken from here.

Comments

[makerless]

I did warn you that no good would come of your heroics, did I not?

[higheverheir]

Many lives were saved. There are just a few lives that maybe shouldn't have been.

[makerless]

More than a few. Then again, I do suppose some might find that hopeless naivety of yours charming.

[higheverheir]

If not, I have my good looks to fall back on. The real problem is the people I put in charge have turned out to be completely brainless. What hope does Thedas have if politicians forget their people? And don't get me started on the Chantry.

[makerless]

Mayhaps I do wish to get you started; has always been a hobby of mine, listening to complaining. Or perhaps tis something I did convince myself of, in order to make the complaints somewhat more bearable.

[Shrug. She does love you, Warden, she just doesn't like showing it.]

But by all means, continue! I'll be sure to hold my tongue.

[higheverheir]

Don't lie, darling, I know you only like it when I complain about the Chantry and politics screwing everything up. The moment I start on about my feet hurting or Zevran and Wynne fighting again you stop listening.

[He does know this, it's quite endearing.]

You would never hold your tongue. It's not in your nature.

[makerless]

Did you say something, my Grey Warden? I seem to have drifted off, my deepest apologies.

[Oddly enough, she doesn't look the slightest bit sorry. Who would've guessed?]

I beg pardon! I believe myself more than capable of holding my tongue, should I wish it. However, wish it I do not. I would much rather have a certain someone holding my tongue for me, you see.

[higheverheir]

It's because I mentioned Zevran isn't it?

[She rarely looks sorry. Aedan is used to it.]

What? A certain someone? Who must I behead? I will not stand for any competition for your affections.

[makerless]

Honestly, 'tis the combination of him and the hag, 'tis more than enough to have anyone drifting off.

[At the mention of murder, Morrigan's eyes light up.]

Beheading? For me? What a gift! The man I speak of is of course Zevran, you must be aware of how much I enjoy elves, with their delicate bones and pointy ears. Now, make haste in butchering him, for I know not how much longer I can resist the temptation of our lovely Antivan.

[higheverheir]

Zevran's jokes are quite hilarious if you listen a little.

[He smiles, amused at her reaction.]

Unfortunately dear, I must decline. The assassin is still useful to me and I can't butcher him just yet. However, I can offer you any ravishing you might require. I'm quite skilled and handsome as well.

[makerless]

Hilarious. Yes, I am certain that may be true for those with poor senses of humour.

[Like she can talk.]

Did I speak of Zevran? I of course meant Alistair! Perhaps you could behead him, yes? 'Tis nothing more that puts one in the mood for ravishing than a few rolling heads.

[She smiles a little, despite not getting any of her beheading wishes.]

I suppose you are quite skilled, though. Mayhaps one could be convinced to... join you in your tent. 'Tis awfully cold, after all.

[higheverheir]

Have you known my sense of humor to be rich?

[Aedan is a simple man with a simple sense of humor.]

I can't behead my fellow Warden. It would betray my order.

[Sadly, he won't behead any of their companions. He's rather fond of them.]

My tent would be quite warm for you, mi'lady. I have warm soft furs and two strong arms to wrap around you.

[makerless]

For all the lovely, shiny gifts you bestow upon me, I have always considered you an extremely rich man, should truth be told.

[That's not what he means, Morrigan- Ah, forget it. She's just angling to get more pretty necklaces and bracelets, lets be honest here.]

Curses! You truly wish for me to beg, do you? On my hands and knees, fluttering my eyelashes and cooing to you in dulcet tones?

[She leans in, voice in a low whisper. It may be alluring, if she wasn't putting on a highly obnoxious falsetto.]

Oh, sweet, noble Warden, surely for me you might find it pleasing to behead one or two buffoons? I would be able to reward you most generously, though I have little coin...

[higheverheir]

Highever was a very prosperous. If I ever reclaim my lands and my money, I will shower you will all the gold and jewels you desire.

[Instead of finding them in random treasure chests and bargaining for them with merchants. He won't mention the ones he found on skeletons and corpses.]

My darling, as beautiful as you are and tempting as your make it sound I cannot behead those useful to me. I will do my best to make it up to you. The next foolish bandit we meet I shall behead just for you.

[He takes her hand and kisses her knuckles gently to apologize for his nobility.]

[makerless]

Do not tempt me to abandon our current quest in favour of returning you to your noble status. 'Tis difficult to resist the pull of fine things.

[If anything, the skeleton jewels are the best. Got that sweet death smell on 'em.]

You are a powerful man to resist my charms so. 'Tis a most intriguing trait.

[She smiles and allows her hand to rest against his lips a moment longer before pulling it back.]

What other fascinating skills do you hold, I wonder? There is surely oh so much more of you to unravel, to pick apart piece by glorious piece.

[higheverheir]

To return my noble status we have to continue our current quest. Only when Loghain and Arl Howe are dead can I reclaim my lands and title.

[He will have to find something very shiny with a skull motife for her.]

I am a man of little mystery I assure you. There's nothing more to me than a love of ale, fighting and a beautiful witch.