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[sassyqueermage.livejournal.com]

WHO: sassyqueermage, OPEN
WHERE: Outside the Tower.
WHEN: Today, early evening.
WARNINGS: Sassiness.
SUMMARY: Anders wants a drink. Badly. However, he has no idea where to look.
FORMAT: Prose.

After several minutes of fussing with his radio/communicator/demon box, he had opened up the text file Grace had sent him. He saw several names of what he presumed were pubs, but just to play it safe, he went with the establishment that actually had 'pub' in its name. Joe's Pub sounded good and straightforward. He liked that.

Slipping the radio/communicator/demon box into his bag, his hand skimmed over Ser Pounce-a-lot's back and he smiled as he picked up the cat from the depths of his bag. He slung his bag over his shoulder with his free arm and stood up to begin his trek through this monstrous city.

"Come on, Pounce. Let's hope we don't get ambushed by an ogre or another broodmother," he shivered, beginning to walk.

Then he realized he actually had no idea where he was going.

There were too many signs pointing in more than one direction and he hasn't even begun being freaked out by the fast vehicles on the road (at first he thought it was something he was going to have to kill, but on closer inspection he noticed people in them steering like one would do on a ship).

He could always ask someone for directions as much as it bruised his ego to do so. And he used to be so good at directions.

"Excuse me--can you spare a second--hello, will you--" Anders felt like he was talking to himself with these people brushing past and ignoring the apostate with a big MAGE sign on his back. With the way he was dressed differently, he thought that would at least give him some notice.

Anders looked down at Ser Pounce, absentmindedly scratching behind his ear. "Looks like this is the end of the road, Ser Pounce-a-lot. No food. No drink. Rude people everywhere--" he shot the next person he saw with a venomous look. "--and a demonic box for company.".

Comments

Somehow this seemed like the right person to throw at Anders.

[lordofthundera.livejournal.com]

Lion-O was once again walking back home after a day of service to the civilians of The City. It was surprising how much trouble can be roused up in one afternoon, even without soul-sucking monsters or large creatures terrorizing them.

While he walked, he noticed a man... having problems communicating. He knew that look all too well. Offering a slight smile, Lion-O approached the downtrodden man- taking a step back once he saw an overly frustrated look on his face. Lion-O understood, raising a hand into the air. "I hope you don't mind me overhearing, friend." He cleared his throat a moment, hoping this man wouldn't lash out on him for the actions of others.

"...No food and drink, and you appear to be lost. I'm Lion-O. Please... let me take you somewhere where you can get some food." He smiled gently at the cat and back at the man. "Maybe something for your friend as well."

crying rn

[sassyqueermage.livejournal.com]

He was hallucinating.

Mr. Wiggums was able to take down three templars and this was too much for him.

Anders stared at the cat...man wondering if it would be rude to ask about that. The squirrel did not seem to mind too much when they discussed how squirrels lived versus humans, but she looked human. Not to say that this man did not look human except he was covered in hair and had a very impressive mane (he just mentally complimented a cat man's mane, oh Maker).

"I...am Anders-O. I mean, Anders. Just Anders, and yes, that would be lovely."

XD

[lordofthundera.livejournal.com]

Lion-O laughed. "Anders. It's nice to meet you." He noticed the strange look the man was giving him, and figured an explanation was in order. But maybe that was best after he ate something.

He looked at the cat. "And who's this?"

Re: XD

[sassyqueermage.livejournal.com]

"Nice to meet you. Very pleasant. Yes." My, how proper they were being--mage and cat man. Cat man and mage. If Oghren could see him now--

But the subject turned to his cat. Anders absentmindedly wondered if it was rude for him to carry a cat-cat in the presence of a cat man. Justice had given him enough lectures about how he was enslaving his feline friend and he was just a spirit.

"Ser Pounce-a-lot, slayer of Darkspawn and lord of naps." He grabbed Pounce's little paw and waved hello.

oh jesus this is hideous

[lordofthundera.livejournal.com]

The Thunderian laughed again, smiling at the cat. "Ser Pounce-a-lot. That's quite the name." He looked up at Anders an motioned him to follow. "There's a place just down the street with great food. They also serve some milk, which I'm sure Ser Pounce-a-lot will enjoy." It was a diner that served mostly breakfast food. If it wasn't to Anders' liking, he was sure they could find somewhere else.

As they walked, Lion-O glanced over at him. "...I couldn't help but notice the staring. I'm a Thunderian. I believe the people here call me a cat-person. I suppose that's as good an explanation as any. Like you, I am not from here."

no it is beautiful

[sassyqueermage.livejournal.com]

"It took me forever to come up with that." He wasn't quite lying. He used to daydream about having a templar-eating large cat fondly named Ser Pounce-a-lot. Ah...wonder if his graffiti is still in the library books.

"Oh, Maker. I could kiss you right now." Except that would be a little creepy. Anders loved cats, but... "Or Ser Pounce could kiss you instead. He's a saucy little minx like that."

They started their journey to the restaurant which hopefully wasn't a hole in the wall though he had his fair share of fond memories of the Crown and the Lion. Most of them involved getting drunk out of his bloody smalls, but that was an internal monologue for another day.

"Staring? Who? Me? This is what I always do," he smiled. "So, Thunderian. You know, I heard once qunari were descended from halla, but I could never find any more information on that...you don't know what a qunari is probably."

He could hope.

[lordofthundera.livejournal.com]

Lion-O was taken back a little at the kiss comment. He was barely comfortable letting Cheetara kiss him on the forehead when he was little, let alone a complete stranger. His eyes got big a moment before Anders clarified. Ser Pounce could. That wasn't much better but he understood the sign of appreciation. He rose his hand, dismissing it. "I'm sure Pounce is. There's no need for that kind of gratitude." He chuckled, smiling. "Friendship is all I ask."

To his qunari query... "No, I've never heard of a qunari before. What are they?" He looked with curious eyes, almost sounding excited.

Though Lion-O had the body of a man, he very much had the mentality of a young boy.

[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

What does a police officer do but help people in need? Granted, apparition was all well and good, and James did do it when he was in a hurry, but sometimes he just enjoyed the walk to the police station. This was one of those times, and he quirked an eyebrow as he saw that mage fellow with the cat, looking a bit lost.

"Hallo," he says cheerfully, heading over with a little wave. "You look a bit -- well, disgruntled, I suppose. Need any help? Or to find the MAC? Something?"

[sassyqueermage.livejournal.com]

"Oh, good fellow mage James! What a coincidence to see you here while my cat and I are starving," he grinned despite himself. Finally.

He wanted to say that James looked like a normal fellow with a normal name, but considering the crowd Anders ran with, it wouldn't make sense for James to be normal. There were a few things off such as the see-through glass over his eyes and his clothes which were nothing like robes. And this man called himself a mage.

"Disgruntled, frustrated, crying on the inside--we could go on forever. What's a MAC?"

[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

"Well, I do help people. I think I can take care of the starving, if you'd like to grab something to eat," he grinned back.

Anders, of course, was wearing robes, which -- well, were hard to come by, here. It wasn't impossible, but it was a lot of bother James didn't want to deal with, not when he doesn't have to. When he's not at work, James usually settles for jeans and a t-shirt, or something of that nature. Muggle clothes. Makes it easier to blend in.

"The MAC is the housing complex they have for, er, people like you and me. ImPorts. It's not the greatest, but it's free and it's a place to stay. I live with my mates a bit away from there, at Remus' house."

[sassyqueermage.livejournal.com]

"I'd love to." Food, food, food. At least the offer for free food was a step up from Fereldon.

His whole body went rigid at the brief explanation of the MAC. It sounded eerily similar to the Circle except James was walking about like nobody's business. Maybe this world had their own version of it and it was more lax? But it still sounded...wrong to him.

"Do they have any dirt here? Maybe a nice patch of grass? Because I could probably make good use of that instead."

[thelionharted.livejournal.com]

"Excellent, there's a pub down the street."

He blinked a little at Anders' reaction to his description of the MAC. It was just an apartment building, no reason to react that way. Oh, well. He supposed he'd find out later, anyway.

"Er. There's ..Central Park? I think camping there might be sort've illegal, though. Or if you don't want to go the free route, you could make arrangements with someone who owns another building, I guess."

[sassyqueermage.livejournal.com]

"Why would it be illegal to set up camp? I'm not planning on scaring the locals--well, I would have to bathe. Does it have a pond? Lake?" He asked hopefully though if necessary he wouldn't object to living in a building as well as long as it did not plan on keeping him there forever.

[jadedsidekick.livejournal.com]

Suffice to say Shego was rarely in a good mood when alternate dimensions came into play. She was in a bad mood the first time she stepped foot into this dimension, and she will remain in a bad mood for her second time around. However, the fact that she actually had a job offer within the first hour of her arrival made things a bit more manageable...even if the guy was a total creep who wanted her to sign in blood.

But hey, a jobs a job, and a somewhat celebratory drink was in order. That, or a drink to calm down that headache she just so happened to get as soon as she realized she was in the same stupid City as last time.

So here she was, headed out to be as far away from the Tower when she spies a rather... peculiar individual wearing what looks like some kind of dress talking to a cat. He was obviously another imPort, and Shego figured she could take the time to harass a newbie.

She pauses somewhere next to him, and cocks her hip to the side as she crosses her arms, an eyebrow raised with a sort of amusement at how bizarre this dress-clad fellow looked.

"Or they just don't want to talk to some weirdo wearing a dress talking to his cat." She pauses, and flicks her wrists nonchalantly. "But it's not like this City's seen weirder."

[sassyqueermage.livejournal.com]

Anders looked around, trying to find the source of that delectable voice and found it not too far off.

My, did all women wear skintight outfits in this world (not that he was complaining, mind you)?

"Correction, a mage talking to his cat who might as well pass as my familiar or you could call me Anders," he smirked.

[jadedsidekick.livejournal.com]

She rolls her eyes a little, but her face is still amused as he basically introduces himself. "Mage, weirdo, same thing. So what, do all mages in your little fantasy world wear ridiculous dresses and carry around cats? Or are you just a special case?"

Weren't owls their stupid "familiars" or something? Whatever. Shego never paid attention to those stupid fantasy movies to care.

Her arms were crossed once again, and she strolled a little closer to him. Sheesh that outfit was ridiculous. She didn't see any reason to introduce herself just yet.

[sassyqueermage.livejournal.com]

"This ridiculous dress is a robe, thank you." She was feisty just like Velanna. Oh, that brought back memories. It was so long ago (no, it wasn't) that he had laid eyes on that buxom blond elf.

"And this cat is very special indeed." He held up Ser Pounce-a-lot, hands hooked under his front paws. "Say hello, Pounce."

[jadedsidekick.livejournal.com]

"Again, that doesn't stop it from looking ridiculous, dress or not." Shego snorts a little, but her eyes trail down to look at the cat as he holds him up. Luckily for Ser Pounce (man, what a ridiculous name to go along with his ridiculous-looking owner) Shego was more of a cat person than a dog person.

She shrugs. "Looks like a normal cat to me. Despite its really...unique name." Having owned a cat previously in the City, she feels the temptation to scritch under its chin, but her reputation as a mean, green badass prevented her from doing so in front of a stranger. Instead her face goes from a smirk to her usual slight scowl and her arms remain crossed.

"But what was this I heard about you and drinks?"

[sassyqueermage.livejournal.com]

"I desperately want to get drunk. As you can see by my not ridiculous robes and extraordinary cat, I'm new. And I emphasize the extraordinary part. This cat could take down Darkspawn." Anders cradled the cat in his arms once again, smiling down at it like it was his baby.

I'm lazy, eat me.

[stressbaking.livejournal.com]

[Here comes a pie maker and his dog, who immediately starts barking. Why are you barking, Digby? Because there's a cat, you say? And now there's a golden retriever barreling for you Anders, Ned just barely trailing behind.]

Sorry I-- don't know what's gotten into him. [He tells Digby to sit but the dog continues to wag his tail, barking to play with his kitty frand.]

but are you delicious?

[sassyqueermage.livejournal.com]

Anders gasped and nearly jumped back at the dog suddenly going for him. He side stepped instead, hoping to miss any over exuberant dog slobber all over his face. When the dog stopped at his owner's command, Anders got a closer look, noting how different it looked from the mabari he knew of yet was unmistakably a dog with its tail wagging and doggish scent.

He held his cat closer to his chest. "Probably thought he could go and eat poor Ser Pounce-a-lot."

[OOC: presumably earlier in the day pre-getting drunk w/ shego.]

(mmm) the tastiest

[stressbaking.livejournal.com]

He's just playful, he wouldn't have hurt him. [Still he winces, not liking to be rude, even by proxy.] You're sorry, aren't you, Digby? [He barks again.]

[sassyqueermage.livejournal.com]

"Playful? He was charging at me." Anders looked suspiciously at the dog, Digby. It definitely reminded him of the Mabari hounds around Vigils' Keep. The Warden-Commander was specially fond of them. "Apology accepted, but it better not happen again. I rather like being slobber free and having a cat in one piece."

[stressbaking.livejournal.com]

"It won't, I promise. And sorry, again." A beat. "Are you new here?"

[sassyqueermage.livejournal.com]

At least the man was being understanding. Most everyone at Vigil's Keep told him to get over it, pft. They were just jealous he had his own familiar that could fit into his backpack and they didn't.

"How could you tell? Was it the robes or staff on my back?" Anders joked, lightening up.