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[boobytraps]

( there is just the sound of laughing. she really doesn't know how to use this yet. )

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[erranthero]

I do.

[Kerra says this emphatically enough.]

I have things to do at home. Things that...well, things that are important enough to need doing, and few others capable of doing them.

Though, I'm not in any hurry, if you're concerned.

[boobytraps]

Ah, so you're a noble sort.

( She says this with a chuckle. While that's not her usual type, Kerra certainly is cute enough. )

Don't worry. I'm not concerned.

( A pause, and then she asks: )

How much further is it?

[erranthero]

Noble's a strong word. I'm a Knight Errant, I just don't like leaving people hanging.

[It's complicated.]

And not far at all. In fact...

[She points at the next building.]

Here we are. Ready?

[boobytraps]

Oh, darling, I was born ready.

( Cocking her head to one side, she adds: )

You'll have to tell me more about this Knight Errant business... Later.

[erranthero]

Naturally. Later.

[Pushing open the door, she heads to the elevator, and moments later they are alone...in the confines of said elevator.]

...So, what's your favorite of the many, many activities two extremely attractive women can get up to behind closed doors?

[boobytraps]

( Ooh, cozy. Isabela's not sure that she'll ever get entirely used to these tiny vertically-moving rooms, but she's definitely enjoying them more in this sort of context. )

Hm, I believe it starts something like this...

( She reaches up to place a hand on the side of Kerra's face and draw her in for a searing kiss. )

[erranthero]

[Oh...hello.

Kerra leans into the kiss, slipping her own arm around Isabela's waist to pull her close, returning it with fervor, holding it for several long moments...]

A good start.

[boobytraps]

( Isabela can't help but grin, her hand still on the side of Kerra's face. )

I've plenty more ideas where that's come from.

FINALLY, god!!

[doggish]

[She's here.

Thank the Maker.

Could he have survived this alone? Of course he could have. But this city, this world, all of it is so terribly overwhelming, so utterly repulsive to all that he values. It's enough to leave any sane man on the edge, never mind an elf who usually despises touch. He spends the first few days holed up in the apartment they'd assigned him, brooding (or panicking, depending on who you ask). Sooner or later, he figures out how to use Prismagram; it's mere coincidence that he sees her picture.

It's not half a day later that he finds her: hammering on her door, his expression hardened and his body so terribly stiff.]

Isabela.

slams into this FINALLY!!

[boobytraps]

( In her usual fashion, Isabela's nursing a nasty hangover when she hears the rapid-fire hammering on the door of her apartment. At least whoever it is seems to know her name, and while the dulcet tones of her impromptu guest seem familiar, she can't quite place the voice yet. )

Oi, oi, oi, keep it down, will you? Some of us are trying to sleep here --

( It's as she finishes complaining that she swings the door wide open and oh. She's not prepared for the view that awaits her.

It has been far too long.

Fenris is treated to the rare sight of Isabela looking genuinely stunned for several long moments before her face splits into a grin. )

Fenris! You're back!

( And perhaps if she hadn't been so lonely lately she'd have the presence of mind to realize that this isn't as good news for him as it is for her -- her friend is not as suited to this world as she is -- but she figures she's allowed to be a little selfish. )

[doggish]

Back?

[Wait, no, he's too pleased to see her in all her familiar glory to ask that just yet. Instead: he steps forward, into her home, closing the door behind him. The world seems a little more contained that way, and he exhales. Swallows thickly, and then, finally:]

. . . it's good to see you.

[It's far, far beyond good to see him. He's overwhelmed with relief, honestly, and it's all he can do not to stumble into her arms.]

[boobytraps]

( Isabela can't help but notice that looks a bit green around the gills, like a farmboy during his first sailing trip. She steps back to allow him properly into the apartment, moving to lead them down the hallway and into the living room proper. )

It's good to see you, too.

( She can't help but want to answer his query, though, no matter how much he might want to get comfortable first. )

You were here for a few months. ( She shrugs. ) Then you were gone.

( Truth be told, she doesn't know what to do with this information either. )

[doggish]

[. . . well. That's news, and he exhales slowly, ignoring the way his chest has suddenly gone tight.]

I saw you not three weeks ago.

[He rubs his mouth-- and then, abruptly, takes a seat. At least he doesn't have to think about it: there's few he trusts, but Isabela is undoubtedly one of those few.]

I don't understand. I-- Isabela, three weeks ago Kirkwall was in flames, how could either of us have been here? Never mind for a few months.

[boobytraps]

( Isabela slumps into an chair across the coffee table from Fenris, dragging a leg over the armrest with more casualness than she truly feels. Her apartment is like many of the other provided housing in Lunatia, and although she hasn't changed the place much she's still proud of what she's done with it.

The main drawing card is a feature wall that has been adjusted to look like a scenic view of ships at sea. She stares at it for several moments, letting it help with collecting her thoughts.

What is Fenris saying? )

What do you mean, Kirkwall was in flames?

[doggish]

Anders and the Chantry.

[That isn't actually something one forgets, is the thing. There's absolutely no way she could forget such a thing, much less ask him to clarify. Fenris stares hard at her, his eyes darting over her face. Is it the same face he knows? Yes, ostensibly, it's the same warm eyes and dark hair, the same piercings, but there's--

Younger.

She looks younger.]

Anders blew up the Chantry, Isabela. He killed the Grand Cleric and half of Kirkwall with it.

[It's rough, because he doesn't know how not to be rough. But he doesn't mean it cruelly.]

[boobytraps]

( Roughness has never been something that's bothered Isabela, and honestly, she appreciates Fenris's candor. The truth of the matter is several people she had spoken to from Thedas had mentioned the future, but whenever they had asked her about her experiences, her timeline, she had evaded the questions.

Isabela hadn't cared to know more. Isabela had been glad to see the back of Kirkwall.

Isabela had been selfish, but she doubted anyone had expected anything more of her, and nobody had pressed further.

The little pieces of the puzzle start to slot into place. Reconstruction efforts. Viscount Varric (oh, how she had laughed at the mental image). Knight-Captain Cullen's promotion... this organisation known as The Inquisition.

It all seemed to lead back to some major catastrophe, and although her legs are still slung over the armrest, she sits up a little straighter, focused intently on the conversation. )

I - I didn't know.

( But perhaps she should have. Even if it was after her time.

It's not that the information is a surprise, per se; Anders had always been unpredictable, sharing his head with that spirit, but ...

She should have known.

Sighing deeply, she continues, more softly than is her usual custom: )

You know, in this place, that people can come from different times?

[text] nvm realized I had a sec to slap this down

[spah]

Hey there.

Would you like to have dinner at my place? I've been in a barbecue sort of mood lately.

[text] 💖 (1/2)

[boobytraps]

I'd be delighted.

[boobytraps]

That's a type of cooking, right?

[spah]

Yup. Usually involves cooking meat, fish, or whatever else outside over a fire or a grill. Fire and meat, basically.

Perfect. Tomorrow night?

[boobytraps]

Sounds like a plan. Let's hope the weather holds up.

What time should I come over?

[spah]

Unless we get another crazy mermaid queen storming up the sky, we ought to.

Six work for you?

[boobytraps]

You can never be too sure in this place.

I'll see you then.

text -> action (if that's ok!)

[spah]

[Come tomorrow, the front of Engineer part-garage, part-apartment had a moving teleporter right in front of the door. There's a sign next to it.

Isabela,
Step on the teleporter and it will take you to the roof. Steak's cooking.
:)
- Dell

If she does, sure enough, Dell will be on his roof in front of a grill, humming as he flips a few steaks over. There's a small table with plastic chairs set up, as well as some comfortable lounge chairs nearby.

He looks up with a grin.]

Hey there.

yess of course!

[boobytraps]

( She doesn't know what to expect when she steps through the teleporter, but she's fairly sure that Engie won't lead her into danger, and besides, if he does, she can more than take care of herself.

Shaking off the disorientation once she arrives on the other side, she can't help but smile in return when she claps eyes on her date for the evening. )

'Hey' yourself.

( She takes in a deep breath. )

Smells delicious.