Get your gen texts~!!!

[1sts]

texting meme You’ve got your TFLN, you’ve got your sexting, now here’s the meme for all those gen texts, phone calls, voicemails, pictures of your cats, and whatever else your little heart can come up with, because who doesn't like a little old fashioned friendly texting. (Or enemy texting, if that's more your bag.) instructions: What it says on the tin! Leave a comment with your character, include preferences, a start, absolutely nothing or whatever you want. Run around and reply to others. Lather, rinse, repeat.

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[riftings]

Cullen…

[ Don’t make her “mother hen” at you, Commander. ]

I’d bet my staff that you don’t even sleep more than two hours a night, anyway.

[ See? She knows you. ]

[wearyium]

( The mortifying ordeal of being known. )

i'd advise against betting your weapon, inquisitor. but worry not, i am more than capable.

[riftings]

[ She's quietly observant. Particularly about someone something she's interested in. ]

Oh, so you sleep more than two hours a night? I'm shocked.

[wearyium]

( Ah, but she does something funny to his chest. Which is what he'll blame the sudden need for banter on. )

sometimes, maker forbid, sometimes i even close my eyes during the day. though that is only when someone tries talking parties.

[riftings]

[ It's a shame they can't do this face to face. She'd blush, he'd stammer, and everything would just be a thousand times more awkward. ]

Oh, the audacity. I can't believe you don't like parties. Good food, good ale, good friends...and I bet you'd even like the dancing if you just tried it.

[wearyium]

the food and the drink i don't mind, but ambassador montilyet then tries to get me involved in game politics and i'd rather feed my fingers to a ferelden frostback

( Was that too extreme? Maybe. Is he 100% serious? Yes. )

[riftings]

[ Not really. She more or less feels the same way, but: ]

You're the Commander of the Inquisition, Cullen. That's a political position no matter how you feel about politics. Believe me, I know.

[wearyium]

yes, and i don't mind when it's focused on something useful - aid for the refugees, the position of watchtowers, movement of troops. but lord so-and-so's latest lover?

don't worry, i'll keep my brief nap only for the most deserving of conversations.

[riftings]

[ She's not going to mention that she's learned how the rumor mill and flagrant gossip proves useful when dealing with the nobility, nor how she and Leliana use it to their advantage. She doesn't want him to think of her in such an unflattering way. ]

Speaking of, have we heard from Harding recently? I haven't seen her at Skyhold for quite some time.

[wearyium]

she is currently in crestwood, i believe. or she was, the last i heard.

[riftings]

Oh. Good.

We'll probably head that way in a day or so. You should come along, for once. Get out of your tower. Get some fresh air.

[wearyium]

didn't we just discuss the hole in my roof? i have an abundance of fresh air.

but a break would be nice. i confess i don't remember what it's like to not be stuck behind a desk.

[riftings]

We need to fix the hole in your roof, Cullen. I still don't know how you stay warm up there.

...really? I'd love for you to go. Maybe you, Varric, Dorian, and me. What do you think? Or...maybe Bull instead of Dorian. Dorian hates the cold.

[wearyium]

our resources are better used elsewhere, and i have furs. i'm not at risk of hypothermia yet.

i'll leave the party choices up to you, although i think dorian has decided he has a vendetta against me after our last chess match.

[riftings]

I think our coffers are deep enough that we can afford a few boards and some extra shingles, Cullen.

Ooh, I'd forgotten about that. Of course, you two were at it most of the night, so it's not surprising that I fell asleep right around hour five. Stubborn as brontos, both of you.

...I never did say 'thank you' for taking me upstairs and putting me to bed, did I?

[wearyium]

( Listen, it adds a certain rustic charm to the place. )

ah, there's no need for thanks between us, inquisitor. especially when i was partly responsible for keeping you awake.

( Also, if he maybe had certain softer feelings throughout that's his own business. )

if he joins us i can promise we'll both be on our best behaviour.

[riftings]

[ It snows through the roof, Commander. ]

No, no, it was my own fault. I should have known better than to keep up with the two of you. Especially when the Chess Master title was involved. But still...thank you, Cullen.

[ Shame that she drowsed through the entire thing. Missed opportunities and all that. ]

Oh, I know you will. I can't promise that about Dorian, though. You know how he is with that 'cutting wit'. That he believes is so charmingly funny.

[ Although sometimes it really is. ]

[wearyium]

mm. next time i'll win the title back.

( He might have been distracted, a fact which Dorian had been quick to capitulate on. )

ah, well. you at least seem to be able to deal with him? and his heart is in the right place.

[riftings]

I have the utmost faith in you, Commander.

Dorian's a good friend. And despite all of his sly snark, he really does have the best intentions. Sera, however...

[wearyium]

ah, i had briefly forgotten.

perhaps it will confuse the enemy, were they to remain?

[riftings]

I think...perhaps...for the sake of our dignity...they probably shouldn't. Remain, I mean.

[wearyium]

you might be right. i'll talk to master dennet in the morning. perhaps he can remove them without her notice.

[riftings]

Thank you, Cullen. I doubt she'll pay any further mind. She's probably already planning her next prank, Maker save us.

[wearyium]

as long as this one does not involve the kitchens.

[riftings]

It won't. I've advised the Head Cook and her staff that they're allowed to run her out with a broom if she's ever discovered in their domain again. Potatoes are relatively inexpensive, but not at the rate we go through them.