Voice testing the newest muse, hoping he hangs around a while.

[tevinterpariah]

You must realize, of course, that bringing me into this already crowded rumpus of yours will only result in my being put up on a shelf to gather dust before week's end.
You barely seem able to maintain those of us that came along far before I ever became part of your purview.
While I suppose I could say that it is nice to be out and about, how long do you believe this will last?
It seems to me, dear man, that you're simply throwing shit at the wall and seeing what sticks.

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[fadeling]

Are you afraid of being dust?

[tevinterpariah]

Not afraid, so much as mildly disgusted. I don't think this place ever gets cleaned.

Ack so sorry I fell asleep >.<

[fadeling]

Why?

It's all good, I'd only just woken up when I responded. :>

[tevinterpariah]

Why am I disgusted? Because the lack of upkeep is making this place look shoddy. It's hardly a green room at all.
Why does it never get cleaned? If the rest of these...people are anything to judge by, I just don't think they care to try.
There is no effort being put in here, and I am frankly rather appalled.

Wheeee naps~

[fadeling]

Oh. Sorry. Can I help?

Naps are the greatest thing known to man.

[tevinterpariah]

Doubtful, though you are welcome to try.

Re: Naps are the greatest thing known to man.

[fadeling]

Too far, too...fuzzy. I don't like not helping.

[tevinterpariah]

A shame, really. There is nobody familiar here, and those that are friendly I would much rather they kept their distance. Nobody else from Thedas seems to exist here...

[fadeling]

You're lonely. Me too, sometimes.

[tevinterpariah]

_{[A moment where he considers arguing that he is not lonely, but...]}

It's just...strange. Being surrounded by unfamiliar people is one thing, but it is quite another to look around and find nothing from home at all.

[fadeling]

Dark, desolate, dead. Whispers of screams every time I try to hear. Pain and pleasure all twisted together, torturous. I want to help but...I can't. They won't let me. They like hurting people.

That place is...it's evil.

Considering most of this stupid green room is full of tragic pasts and Homestucks...

[tevinterpariah]

_{[Cole has it more right about the room itself than he might realize, even if he's referring to the space in between.]}

Perhaps there will be other ways, other times. The owner of this distinct hell seems willing to let everyone out to play every now and then, so I suppose it isn't all terrible. Look who I've managed to come across already!

lol that was actually more about the game he's in, but poor, poor Dorian

[fadeling]

Do they hurt them?

[dharmika]

How crowded is it where you are?

[ooc: I have no Dragon Age muses for you so hope you don't mind my own newest muse. Seen you on Bakerstreet and wanted to tag you somewhere :P]

[tevinterpariah]

Suffice to say that I can't turn around without finding some new face to try to remember. And they all seem to be from the same place, save for maybe four of them. They all come and go rather frequently as well. It's quite busy in here.

_{[[It's fine! Tag away wherever, I'm open to him meeting all kinds of new people. He's brand new to me so he needs to be fleshed out for me personally.]]}

[dharmika]

I have met many strange beings, too. I am used to seeing people from different places, but some are from different worlds. It's incredible.

[tevinterpariah]

From the look of several of them, they're all from different areas of the same place. None of them seem to get along. A lot of arguments around here. Maker knows what brought this crowd here, but as long as they keep an arm's distance at least, we'll all be just fine.

[dharmika]

Sometimes the people here argue, but others are very nice. Maybe you will find someone you like there.

[tevinterpariah]

Perhaps. But it is very sudden that I've been thrust into the middle of them here. I suppose the shock hasn't worn off yet.

[dharmika]

I know what you mean. I was very suddenly thrust into my situation, too.

[tevinterpariah]

It's only been a day and I've met ten different grey demon elf things. I'd ask if they were some form of qunari, but that would require getting past how very loud they are.

...Perhaps they are some form of qunari.

[dharmika]

[her brow furrows. There are many beings in the musebox, but nothing like what he describes] What is... "qunari"?

[tevinterpariah]

Large, militant, brutish people.

_{[A guidebook comes from its place tucked into one of his pouches, opened to a page with a rough drawing on it.]} Here. The one I travel with is a spy, of all things.

[dharmika]

[she looks at the drawing. To her, it looks like the common depiction of a demon]

They do look very intimidating. But wouldn't it be hard for them to be spies?

[tevinterpariah]

People tend to underestimate them because of how they look. There is a great deal of intelligence there, carefully disguised under violence and assholeish behavior. My travelling companion is a lazy slab of a man, but he is excellent at reading a man's motives simply by watching his face for a few minutes.