Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did, I've got what I paid for now

[questionablewit]

You know I don't usually drink that much, don't you? You'll give people the wrong impression. Are you trying to make me self-destruct, or is that just a handy side benefit?

I could have had all these conversations in other circumstances and without the alcohol poisoning. I'm going to be hungover for a solid week at this rate, and I blame you. Are there better hangover cures in the Void than we had back home?

There'd better be, or I'm setting my dog on you.

...what do you mean you're getting him smashed too? Mun, you have an evil mind.

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[beastblood]

[Nordic logic dictates that the cure is more alcohol. Way more. Maybe a brawl or two in between. And then more alcohol.]

There's no reason for whining.
It's liquid courage. Keeps your heart above your mind. It's a good thing, in most circumstances.

Aela! =) We have a few of your friends in our game.

[questionablewit]

Not even because it's fun? That's a good reason.

Depends on how much of it you have, and how often, and whether or not you have company. Drinking alone every night isn't about courage; that's about coping, or failing to.

...granted, the whole point was to have a lot of people interrupt me, which skews that line of reasoning. But I don't know that.

[Nordic logic is awesome logic. Teach her, Aela]

ohgod don't tell me that /ljdlfshidesforever

[beastblood]

I suppose that, too.

As we are raised: there is no such thing as too much to drink, whatever the reason. It's soothing, in such a cold land as Skyrim. As for your troubles... any problem can be fixed with a swig of Nord Mead and the swing of a cold blade.

[Sure thing. After Aela's master training, she'll wake up next morning and realize she's somehow married to a Hagraven. It'll be an adventure.]

It's awesome! Paarthy! Martin! Not M'aiq, alas, though he's around.

[questionablewit]

Well, it's hard to get colder than the Void, so you've got a point there. But frankly I defy you to fix my problem with mead and a blade. Actually, I defy you to fix any of my problems with mead and a blade. If they were that easy, I'd have fixed them already; I have blades of my own. ...granted, I don't have mead, more's the pity, the only thing we have to drink here is terrible. It'll get you drunk, but that's all that can be said for it.

[That? Would be brilliant. Though I'm having trouble imagining a Priest of Mara performing the ceremony]

ohman ohman temptation go away

[beastblood]

Do you stumble over frozen corpses often? I have, though, whole ones are rare. [Suddenly a gruff noise, almost like a dog grunting.] Go on a hunt, then. It should clear your head.

[Anything's possible! Just edge a bit of gold into the equation. It's a discussion winner always. Er, almost. 80/100. Yeah.]

We're getting a Delphine soon too. *lure, lure*

[questionablewit]

Not so much nowadays, though we've got a frozen wastelands habitat, probably possible in there.

Hunting's good. I do a lot of that. You wouldn't believe some of the bizarre things there are to hunt. Or perhaps you would. Have you ever had a plant try to rip your head off and eat it? Interesting experience.

[birdhousesoul]

Yes, and now you've managed to arrange a considerable dilemma: do I stay with you and Isabela, or do I leave you with Isabela? Neither choice is moral.

[questionablewit]

Damned if you do, damned if you don't? Story of your whole life, Anders.

[birdhousesoul]

Essentially, I have to trust Isabela's sense of propriety to get us out of this one. Is that what you're saying?

[questionablewit]

No, you could just take me back to my room to sleep it off. I wasn't serious about her not being allowed to know where I live, that was just flirting. So there is a way out of this with your morals intact. Pity, that.

...or technically, alcohol is a poison and you could sober me up with some healing. But what fun is that? And WHAT was that about a spell for calming the esophagal muscles?

[birdhousesoul]

I could possibly manage to carry you over a threshold. There's no way in any world I'm going to manage carrying you back to your room by myself. She's taking your other arm and that's how it's got to be.

Don't bring up the poison issue, please. We still haven't tagged into Svinboera's assassination for that reason. And what? A flight of inspiration.

[questionablewit]

In my dreams, maybe. Ah, so that's what you meant. I'm sure she'll help. Isabela's been wanting to get her arms around me for years, if only to find out what it'd be like.

If she's doomed anyway, the question is unfortunately moot where she's concerned, isn't it? Still think the better answer is for something else to prevent you from healing her. Once Hauptmann realized there was a potential healer on hand he'd surely set something up.

Would you be able to concentrate enough to work a spell like that at such a time?

[birdhousesoul]

I rather thought she'd had her arms around you already, for some brief period of time at the least.

There is no good answer, I'm afraid, and it'll end in my giving some long speech that my mun wants to write arguably less than anyone else wants to bother reading.

I'm supposedly able to work all sorts of spells at such a time. Mun points to hot threesome fic as evidence.

[questionablewit]

Don't spoil a good innuendo by bringing truth into it. Takes away all the fun.

Oh Maker, not a speech. Must there be a speech? Perhaps Teo can stop the speech. Teo = canis ex machina

You and your self-control. Absolutely maddening. Someday I'm going to drive you wild just to prove that it can be done.

[birdhousesoul]

Right, so now you understand: 'Bela's got one arm, I've got the other, and we're hauling you back to your bunk. At which point, I should point out your inebriation places you well past consent, thus precluding — or postponing — the prospect of piratical propinquity?

Teo's with you at that time, yes?

You did it once. Face attack ensued. Poor form, on my part.

[questionablewit]

I think you're just having fun with language now, sweetheart. But I suspect that even Isabela would balk at taking advantage of me in the circumstances. She likes her partners to be enthusiastic participants, and at the moment I'm not even co-ordinated enough to stand.

No, I sent him back to help guard you. Our clever assassin laid a scent bomb to wreck his nose, so he's useless for tracking at the moment. Feel free to make use of him. Or for my mun to do so on your behalf

Not wild enough for this purpose. Though that was an amazing kiss, whatever you think. Left me breathless. Your face can attack my face anytime.