[Here's the thing-- Grey Warden Security isn't exactly known for big, important contracts. Tabris has been working for them since she was 18, fresh out of juvie and still working on her GED, and she's never seen the team get invited to any actual events hosted by the companies they contract with. Sometimes they bond with the cleaning crew or the receptionists, but it's rare for them to meet anyone higher up than that.]
[She isn't sure what the Inquisition actually does, outside of sounding like Spanish knights are going to burst into their board meetings. They don't pay her to understand the business, just to guard it. And apparently to go to their company events, because as soon as they'd been informed this was mandatory Tabris immediately insisted it be paid time. It took a couple of union meetings to get the whole thing sorted out.]
[So now she's at a corporate picnic. Her husband drove them, along with a couple of their coworkers-- the same big stupid carpool they do when they go out for drinks. Anders and Nate argued in the backseat (well, Nate argued while Anders blatantly flirted with him) the whole way, unbothered by Sigrun sitting between them. The dog has a bed set up in the trunk, but spends most of the trip poking his nose over the back seats.]
[They're a little late, and Anders complains loudly about leg cramps as soon as they're out in the fresh air, really just as an excuse to do sexually suggestive stretches to annoy Nate. Tabris rounds the front of the car to talk to Alistair.]
I'll go talk to the people organizing this shindig, make sure they know we're here.
[Alistair glances over at their companions, where Sigrun is laughing at Anders' attempt to touch his toes.]
I have a sneaking suspicion they'll notice us either way, but if you must.
[Tabris laughs and stands on her tiptoes to kiss him; he still has to lean down a bit so that she can.]
Make sure Barkspawn doesn't bully Anders too much.
I'll do my best, but keep your expectations low.
[Tabris snorts and walks away from the car, heading for a group of people with clipboards. That seems like the place to start.]
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Date: 2021-05-07 01:18 pm (UTC)[She isn't sure what the Inquisition actually does, outside of sounding like Spanish knights are going to burst into their board meetings. They don't pay her to understand the business, just to guard it. And apparently to go to their company events, because as soon as they'd been informed this was mandatory Tabris immediately insisted it be paid time. It took a couple of union meetings to get the whole thing sorted out.]
[So now she's at a corporate picnic. Her husband drove them, along with a couple of their coworkers-- the same big stupid carpool they do when they go out for drinks. Anders and Nate argued in the backseat (well, Nate argued while Anders blatantly flirted with him) the whole way, unbothered by Sigrun sitting between them. The dog has a bed set up in the trunk, but spends most of the trip poking his nose over the back seats.]
[They're a little late, and Anders complains loudly about leg cramps as soon as they're out in the fresh air, really just as an excuse to do sexually suggestive stretches to annoy Nate. Tabris rounds the front of the car to talk to Alistair.]
I'll go talk to the people organizing this shindig, make sure they know we're here.
[Alistair glances over at their companions, where Sigrun is laughing at Anders' attempt to touch his toes.]
I have a sneaking suspicion they'll notice us either way, but if you must.
[Tabris laughs and stands on her tiptoes to kiss him; he still has to lean down a bit so that she can.]
Make sure Barkspawn doesn't bully Anders too much.
I'll do my best, but keep your expectations low.
[Tabris snorts and walks away from the car, heading for a group of people with clipboards. That seems like the place to start.]