thearena | Laundry day

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Laundry day

Who: Garrett and open
What: Old-fashioned clothes washing
Where: The lake
When: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: tbd

The landslide had been a surprise, and the thief counted himself lucky that he'd been out hunting when it occurred. His general paranoia had paid off well; everything he'd scavenged had been in his pack or on his person when it'd happened. Still, he'd gone back a few days later to see if there had been anything left behind that was worth taking.The climb through slippery swaths of mud and treacherous boulders that not only yielded no supplies, but it had left his clothes caked in mud and torn in a few places.

And so, he finds himself wearing the new clothing he'd "won" from the caves, and trying to wash his original outfit in the freezing lake. A observant watcher will notice that every minute or so he stops and listens, as if expecting to hear someone sneaking up on him. Just how fast can he grab that bow off his back and notch an arrow, anyway...?

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It's not quite clear who's more surprised, Tabris or the fish, when she actually manages to spear one. It's been slow going, and the elf is neither patient, nor particularly spritely, but after a lot of getting herself soggy and chasing, she manages to not only get a wiggling fish on the spear, she manages to wander right into the view of any thieves who might be washing their clothing. If he managed to miss her, she'd be sure to alert everyone around with an exclamation as she stared in bafflement at her own catch.

"Andraste's flaming thong--" But her colorful heresy was pulled to a halt when she remembered that she wasn't supposed to be making noises. God damn, she hated having to be quiet. Her head shot up, looking around to see if anyone had noticed. Only for her eyes to rest on Garrett, doing his laundry. She stares at him for a few moments, like a deer in the headlights, before slowly glancing at the still angrily flapping fish.

She clears her throat, and gives a nervous laugh as she turns back to him, waving the spear in a friendly manner.

"Hey, neighbor...Great weather we're having, isn't it?"

He turns to face the intruder, but makes no move to approach her. She'd announced her presence, so that was one good sign.

"Better than freezing."

While he appreciated the warm weather, there was something...off about the arena. Something that was throwing him just a bit off-kilter, like an oncoming headache.

Then he notices the fish.

"Looks like someone finally got lucky fishing."

He hadn't attacked her, or yelled, or threatened. In fact, he was speaking quite normally. That was definitely a good sign. She relaxed, just slightly, and nodded when he pointed out the fish, grinning. She was pretty pleased with herself, all in all.

"Maker's ass, you bet I did. Not sure how I did it, but I did." She told him, finally taking out a knife and killing the fish. "I guess if you prod your stick around enough, you get meat." She tried to say it with a straight face, but the sides of her lips curled up in a smirk that couldn't quite hide.

"I hope the weather is a good sign, at least. Maybe we can stop worrying about freezing to death? That'd be pretty great." She continued on, pulling the dead fish off of the spear and tucking it into her pack. "But I haven't been here for more than two weeks, so maybe I'm just blindly optimistic." It occurred to her that the tribute might know more than she did, and he seemed willing enough to chat. Maybe she could get a better understanding of what was going on here? Of course, she'd have to tread carefully, with those people watching everywhere. But just asking about the Hunger Games wasn't revolutionary, right?

"I haven't been here much longer, but from what I've seen...I wouldn't get my hopes up."

He goes back to scrubbing his clothing, seemingly ignoring her for a moment.

"Think you can catch another fish?"

When you've done something once, it becomes easier to do it again, after all. What little honor he has won't let him swipe her fish until he's sure she can catch another one to feed herself.

"Is this your first arena too? Seems to be the same story for everyone I meet. Either I have shitty luck, or whoever said we're stuck in some kind of creepy awful reincarnation wheel of death was shitting me. I don't really know which one I'm rooting for, honestly." She rubbed the back of her neck, watching him scrub his clothes. That was probably creepy. Maybe it was time to leave...Oh.

She inspected the spear, then the water. "Hmm. Maybe. Why?" She'd probably have to try to catch more while she was at it, anyway. There was a handful of people at camp, and she'd said that she was bringing back food. But if the man had something worth training, giving up an extra fish or two might be worth it.

She glanced over him with an appraising eye, standing tall (despite her height), watching him carefully.

"You can't survive on one fish. And what do you mean by, 'reincarnation wheel of death?'"

Trade...he could do that. If someone asked. And if he thought their offer was worthwhile.

"Well, I'll figure out something, maybe look for game that doesn't move around so fast. Something that fights back. At least it'll stick around longer." She murmured. If she had her companions, she could take down just about any animal. Wolves, bears, dragons, none of them stood a chance. But here, with her allies dead or wounded, she wasn't much up for optimal dragon fighting. "Someone told me that when you die, they, like. Bring you back to life. But he didn't know for sure, the only proof anyone's gotten that I know if is those little parachutes with notes attached, and those could be faked easy as blinking." She waved up to the sky, to indicate the sponsor gifts.

"So, they might be employing some weird necromancy at work, they may be yanking our chain. And it's not a guarantee that you'll come back, even if it is real, so. Who fucking knows." She gave a shrug, her eyes scanning the water. But with her noisiness, no fish seemed interested. She'll do it after talking to this guy. "But all I've ran into are people who don't know shit, and certainly haven't done more than one arena, so the theory isn't holding much water. Personally? I'd rather stay dead. That's what you expect to have happen, right? You get one go at it, you die, then whatever. 'S not natural to die over and over. People aren't meant to deal with that kinda shit."

"Would it be that surprising? They seem to have kidnapped all of us from different times. Different worlds, even."

Not that he believed it, exactly. Necromancy seemed a bit far-fetched, really. And besides, wasn't this supposed to be a death match? Where's the "excitement" if no one really dies?

"I wouldn't know. The only way you come back where I'm from is as a zombie. Or so the legends say."

"No kidding. I got people here that I know, and they never seen me, never heard of me. Everything I did? The person that they knew that did 'em was someone totally different. Talk about a mind trip." She swirled the spear idly as she spoke, looking out over the water. "The people in my world, we stay dead. No one comes back. But there are demons, and they can possess corpses. I doubt that's what they're talking about. It's...pretty obvious." She thought about Justice, watching him puppet Kristoph's body. God, that was creepy.

"Anyway, it's all hearsay. Guess I'll figure out if I die, huh?" She gave a little hollow laugh, and tapped the spear against her head. "Not the way I wanna find out, quite frankly."

"I've only known someone who should have died, but...something...saved her."

And used her...he didn't want to think too much about what was probably still going on back home. It was out of his control now.

"Seems like a strange thing to start a rumor about. Maybe there's some truth to it."

Probably not, but they'd plucked everyone from wherever and whenever they came from. Maybe raising the dead wasn't a problem for them. He'll take second-hand accounts on that over first-hand experience any day, though.

"So who were you?"

"I would think they would want us to think that this is our only shot at living. You live or you die, and that's it. You fight better when you know your life is on the line." She commented, shrugging. She knew that she was certainly more encouraged when there was a serious chance of her dying. Even more so when there was a serious chance of those she cared about dying.

When he asked who she was, her lips split in a wide grin, and she stopped twirling the spear, slamming it into the ground, and...stroke a pose, puffing her chest out. If this was being televised, than by the Maker, she would make it look good.

"My name...Is Warden-Commander Revas Tabris, Hero of Ferelden, Hero of the 5th Blight, savior of Thedas in general, Arlessa of Amaranthine." She declared, and while a few of those were a little more questionable than others, no one was around to make her have to refine the details, like, she probably didn't save all of Thedas, she just cut drastically cut down the loss of life that would have happened had she not stopped the Blight in ground-breaking record time.

She stopped after a few moments, and pulled up the spear again, shooting Garrett a grin. "Most people just call me Tabris."

"That's a mouthful. Most people just call me Garrett."

Or 'Master Thief.' But that title could wait, at least until he got a better feel for the place. There didn't seem to be any guards, but he'd only been here a short time. Whoever was running the place could have plants in the arena itself. Most people didn't look too kindly on thieves, anyway.

"We must be from different, ah, 'worlds.' I'm not well-travelled, exactly, but I've seen plenty of maps and globes, and I've never heard of 'Thedas.'"

"I'm a mouthful of a woman." She replied, winking at him, before turning to the serious part of the conversation. She returned to twirling the spear idly as she spoke. Good practice, good for the antsiness she was plagued with. Probably good to show him she could handle the weapon, just in case. "If you've never heard of Thedas, you're definitely not from my world, 'cause Thedas is name of my world." She paused, and shrugged. "And you would have heard of me. Probably asked for an autograph! I'd be very flattered, naturally."

"But, that's neither here, nor there. Kinda weird, though. What's the point of getting people from multiple worlds, besides possible amusing mistranslations and cultural antics."

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