Nah, it's alright, nothing short of nuclear armageddon is going to wake somebody who just chugged two health potions, and I don't mind the noise. I snuck into so many concerts in high school, I'm surprised I never went deaf.
[However, as she's making that joke, the radio switches from an advertisement for a car dealership to Governor Mac Tir's voice. Tabris immediately goes stock-still, and in spite of what Tabris just said, Alistair mutters something unhappy in his sleep.]
Hello, my fellow Fereldans. In these challenging times--
[Tabris swears under her breath.]
--we must remember to stand together, and resist the encroaching influence of foreign powers. The threat of the darkspawn has brought fear into our homes, but we must not lose hope. The good men and women of the Fereldan armed forces are more than a match for these monsters. It is only a matter of time before the situation comes to a close, with Fereldan land still in Fereldan hands. While we honor the work of the Grey Wardens of the past--
[Tabris is now glaring through the door of the kitchen, clutching her forearm where she has the symbol of the Grey Wardens tattooed just above her wrist. Alistair is sleeping on her hoodie, so there's really no hiding it otherwise.]
--the Grey Wardens of the present, are, unfortunately, a victim of Orlesian expansion. They cannot be trusted to keep our country safe. Remember, every Warden reported is a step towards preserving Ferelden's independence, and the wellbeing of you and your neighbors. If you see something, call the hotline at--
[Tabris hastily clears her throat, breaking into a very loud, very fake coughing fit to cover the phone number.]
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Date: 2021-09-28 05:43 pm (UTC)Nah, it's alright, nothing short of nuclear armageddon is going to wake somebody who just chugged two health potions, and I don't mind the noise. I snuck into so many concerts in high school, I'm surprised I never went deaf.
[However, as she's making that joke, the radio switches from an advertisement for a car dealership to Governor Mac Tir's voice. Tabris immediately goes stock-still, and in spite of what Tabris just said, Alistair mutters something unhappy in his sleep.]
Hello, my fellow Fereldans. In these challenging times--
[Tabris swears under her breath.]
--we must remember to stand together, and resist the encroaching influence of foreign powers. The threat of the darkspawn has brought fear into our homes, but we must not lose hope. The good men and women of the Fereldan armed forces are more than a match for these monsters. It is only a matter of time before the situation comes to a close, with Fereldan land still in Fereldan hands. While we honor the work of the Grey Wardens of the past--
[Tabris is now glaring through the door of the kitchen, clutching her forearm where she has the symbol of the Grey Wardens tattooed just above her wrist. Alistair is sleeping on her hoodie, so there's really no hiding it otherwise.]
--the Grey Wardens of the present, are, unfortunately, a victim of Orlesian expansion. They cannot be trusted to keep our country safe. Remember, every Warden reported is a step towards preserving Ferelden's independence, and the wellbeing of you and your neighbors. If you see something, call the hotline at--
[Tabris hastily clears her throat, breaking into a very loud, very fake coughing fit to cover the phone number.]