Video/Action 002 | Goldenrod

[mustachioedmagister]

A: Action- Game Corner

[In the dim light of the seedy room, Dorian sat. He had his nose almost pressed to the screen, and his eyes studied the constantly cycling numbers, letters and symbols. His lips were turned down in a frown. Every now and again, he moved, either letting out a exalted cry or a discouraged scoff.]

[Viridis laid at his feet, its much larger, newly evolved form taking up a large amount of space (at least enough to make the other patrons glower at the man.]

[Finally, Dorian turned, letting out an exasperated sigh.]

I'm beginning to think these machines are rigged.

B: Action- Goldenrod Bar

[It wasn't hard to miss the former mage during the nights. Having finally found a decent source of alcohol, the man had fallen back on old habits. There were no goals in his mind, no people to save.]

[And so he filled his time with familiar vices.]

[While not a sloppy drunk, per se, he was loud, and quite enjoyed his space in the spotlight. He can be found front and center, a colorful drink in hand. Viridis, on the other hand, could be spotted in a corner, glowering at his trainer.]

C: Video- Goldenrod Inn

[The video clicked on, focusing on a particularly muscled back and bedraggled hair. A muffled groan came from the form, and slowly Dorian lifted his head to glare at the screen, not unlike the Pokemon behind him.]

I'm calling in an emergency. [His voice was hoarse and his expression pained.] Send a healer to my room in the Goldenrod Inn. Coin and company will be provided to whomever can rid me of the wretched pain in my head.

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[dreamsofahero]

Have you tried water? I've heard that's a good approach....

*says the guy who's probably never suffered a hangover in his life*

[mustachioedmagister]

[This guy is getting a raised middle finger in response. How eloquent.]

[dreamsofahero]

*oh boy, what a promising reaction... which means he's deliberately taking the lack of verbal response as a go-ahead to continue*

Of course, by that I mean drinking the water... Ah, though then again, I suppose given the circumstances you're already quite familiar with that sort of thing?

[mustachioedmagister]

[With a rather ungainly grunt, Dorian buried his face against his pillows once more.]

I wasn't aware my father had made his way here. Care to lecture me about the company I keep as well, serah?

[dreamsofahero]

Why, and here I was simply trying to offer a little help...!

*totally hamming up the mock-offended tone, yep*

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[shiro2hero]

What happened? Did someone --

[Wait a second.]

-- Is this an actual emergency, or a hangover?

[mustachioedmagister]

[Look at that withering look. Pity him.]

Is there a difference?

[shiro2hero]

A hangover just needs aspirin and water, not stitches.

Or an ER stay.

[mustachioedmagister]

[That's a groan. And definitely a certain man flopping back into his pillows.]

[After a moment, he'll peek up. There may or may not be a playful crinkling of his eyes.]

Are you concerned for me, darling?

[shiro2hero]

You posted a video saying you were having a medical emergency. Of course I was.

[b]

[purramedic]

[See, Anders would have gone to drink his feelings away in the city he's actually staying in, but he remembers what happened the last time he did that while he and Hawke were having a... disagreement. And Goldenrod is usually the loudest and most distracting city around, so -- oh Andraste's tits is that Dorian Pavus? Please don't notice him, he is just minding his own business in a corner. Maker, please, please, please.

My, how the turntables.]

[mustachioedmagister]

[Is that Anders? Makers breath, so it is. Looks like this drunken asshole is ambling over, drink in hand.]

Hel-lo, darling. You're looking... [Dorian may be drunk, but he's not so drunk to not notice that something is bothering Anders.] How are you?

[purramedic]

[Anders sinks in his barstool, trying desperately to make himself look smaller. Maybe small enough to fade out of existence.

And he intentionally ignores the fact that he and Dorian appear to have ordered the exact same obnoxiously bright, fruity drink.]

Not drunk enough for this. [Still too drunk to stumble out the door, though.]

[mustachioedmagister]

[Dorian's face fell, but only slightly. He let out a short sigh, rolled his eyes, and then plastered a grin right back on his face.]

Don't be like that. Lighten up. Drink up!

[purramedic]

[His eyes roll as well, perhaps in mocking and perhaps in exasperation. Either way, he gives a defeated grunt.]

Fine, fine. But only because they have everything here.

[In spite of his surrender, he's scowling as he takes another swig of his drink, though after a moment he does tilt his head at the Tevinter.]

What are you still doing in Goldenrod?

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[11121_assumption]

[ Well, he did attend college before his death so he recognises someone with a hangover pretty well. A bobbing Rowlet is perching stubbornly on Walter's shoulder when he calls. ]

Drink plenty of water, have a cooked breakfast and avoid brightly lit areas. Headache tablets can help, if you have any.

[mustachioedmagister]

Tablets?

[The image that came to mind was a slab of stone, leaving Dorian to scoff at the man on the other end. What was he meant to do? Brain himself until he could no longer feel the pain? Sleep upon the blighted thing? Neither sounded pleasant.]

Breakfast it is. [Not that he was particularly motivated to order anything, let alone cook for himself.]

[11121_assumption]

[ Walter raised an eyebrow ]

You don't believe in taking headache pills? [ The man was raised by a cult but even he isn't going to deny the benefits of medicine. ]

[mustachioedmagister]

You just said tablets. I, for one, take great care of my teeth and won't squander that effort by chewing on rocks.

[11121_assumption]

I wasn't aware you did not use the two terms interchangeably. [ Rock tablets, like...ancient writing? Why would he make that leap in this conversation? ]

Regardless. You can purchase medicine if you can venture into daylight. If not, just eat and drink well and rest in a dimly lit room.

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[paladinlost]

If you can find no white mage or healer but happen to know a trainer with a Chansey or Blissey, try an omelette. It'll help.

[And improve his mood. Win-win.]

[mustachioedmagister]

... Are you suggesting I eat a pokemon's eggs?

[Well, he wasn't feeling nauseous until now. Thanks buddy.]

[paladinlost]

Not their fertilized eggs.

[He really should have mentioned that first, shouldn't he?]

Chansey and Blissey produce extremely nutritious daily eggs in their stomach pouch, and they love to share them. In fact, were I in Goldenrod instead of Celadon, my dear Noelle would already be halfway on her way to forcing one on you.

[He almost makes it sound like acceptable behavior. Almost.]

[mustachioedmagister]

This is a trick, yes? [Dorian looked positively green.] You are attempting to induce vomiting in hopes that it alleviates the hangover?

[Really, it was no worse than eating a chicken egg, at least that was what part of his brain was trying to tell him. The rest of him just wanted to puke.]

[paladinlost]

Of course not. That'd be rude, and unlikely to work besides.

[Both of those reasons are equally valid and important, as far as he's concerned.]

It's no more harmful that eating a Tropius' banana, or a Combee's honey. And I assure you that only a blind person could mistake a future Happiny for an edible egg. ...Though you might want to say so immediately, if you drank enough to achieve blindness.