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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.".

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"Mmm, yes, if you get on their bad side and I would rather not. I've heard the stories." Interesting was putting it lightly. It was all order and no breathing room. Plus their view on mages wasn't exactly...tempting.

Lion-O tilted his head. "And they are from your world. What about you, Anders? Are you a fighter? I know the Porter tends to make mistakes from time to time."

"If I don't have any other choice. Let's say I was forced to fight or spend my life as a wanted man. I chose the former. I actually got quite good at it." Anders may have specialized in healing, but he was getting quite good at fireballs and lightning spells.

"Er, I was a Grey Warden. They're like a small army specifically to stop one thing--Darkspawn. Also, they have wonderful health benefits," that last part was said bitterly."

"That's a very difficult way to live," Lion-O sympathized. His interest was peeked with the mention of Darkspawn. "So you have fought dark, magical creatures?"

"You're telling me, tst." He had not had what he would call a stable life since his early childhood. He was always getting into trouble, or looking for it. Fight or flight were the only two options he ever had.

"Finally somebody gets it. Magical? Sometimes. Dark and really ugly? Yes."

"I've had my fair share of fighting something rather similar to that." Dark and ugly described Mum-Ra to the tee. Dark, ugly, and evil. He pat the Cat's Claw gauntlet at his side that sheathed the Sword of Omens. "They can be some powerful forces to deal with."

And they finally reached the diner. Lion-O stopped, turning towards the door and opening it for his new friends. "We're here," He smiles. "I hope you have an appetite."

"And annoying. You kill one batch and suddenly there's a whole other group coming at you." Anders always wondered how in the Maker's name they did that.

He did not know why he was hoping for something he recognized. Perhaps it was just the familiarity of pubs and restaurants. They, as in the Grey Wardens, traveled and always stopped by pubs to catch a decent meal and hone in on the latest gossip (or lose badly at Wicked Grace).

"Do I ever not?" He put up a smile and walked in. It even smelled differently and he could not believe he was already missing the disgusting smell of back alley pubs and taverns.

They were seated quickly, Lion-O sitting across from his new friend. He tilted his head. "What do you want to eat? They have everything from apple sauce to 'burgers' here." Not that the Thunderian ever had what these people called a "burger" before.

Anders followed Lion-O like a child with his mother. He sat down opposite him, picking up the menu, and going cross-eyed at all the food listed before him. He had no idea what a burger was either, but the description included beef and vegetables which was more than what he usually had.

"Shall we venture into lands of eatery not yet explored?" He grinned over his menu.

Lion-O was a sucker for apple sauce (even if it wasn't nearly as good as Snarf's) but he had to laugh at Anders' suggestion. "I can't argue with that, or fight my curiosity any longer. These burgers then?"

"Then burgers it is." The waitress came by to take their orders with Anders confidently ordering a cheeseburger for himself and water. She must have been so distracted by her...guests to notice Anders's feline friend in his lap or perhaps she did not want to mention it. Anders tickled his cat's belly as he waited for Lion-O.

Lion-O ordered the same, with some milk he had planned on sharing with Pounce. "So I take you've only just arrived to the City. Has anyone answered any questions you might have had?"

"Um, some. I know I'm not in the Fade. There's no Darkspawn here, thank the Maker. That...box is a radio and not a demon," he raked his memory for more. "Aaaand a creepy computer lady brought me here."