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[He had several questions, upon waking up. An uncomfortable concoction of emotions and reactions bubbling around inside of him, all demanding he do something.

... So he collected his communicator. And the money he'd woken up beside. And then he consulted the hologram, memorizing every word. He went outside, and grabbed the appropriate pamphlets, reading it all very carefully, noting well the map.

At some point, anyone down by the bay would find him sitting, calm, at least by all appearances, slowly scrolling through the communicator, reading, listening to, and watching every single post he could access.

Granted, if anyone came near, they'd find themselves being addressed.]

Excuse me, if I may have a moment of your time?

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[And there he is, looking calm, cool and confident. Still outside, apparently, the sounds of street traffic make that pretty clear]

Before I begin introducing myself, is there anyone present who knows what I mean when I say I'm currently looking for members of the Voltron Coalition?

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It wouldn't be too fast at all, considering he was still taking in the sights. He kept up well enough, she might actually have to slow down a little for him as he committed the place to memory.

"You've returned home more than once? What do you recall, from when you arrived back home? Did you return at the moment that you had originally left?"

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"As far as I could tell, yeah," Alleyana did, in fact, slow down a hair. "Same season, same weather."

Alone at the time she'd been yanked into this reality, it was hard to be sure. It wasn't like Thedas had smartphones.

"Pretty sure I spent a whole handful of seconds back on Thedas before ending up here again. Not enough time to really process much; I recently woke up here for the third time. Something's determined to keep me here."

Or someone. Solas was still high on the suspects list for the Inquisitor; how convenient it would be to have her shuffled off to another world while he worked on dismantling Thedas for his own goals...

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"Fascinating..." And by the sound of it, she recalled returning. None of this potential copy garbage. Good, he'd been concerned.

"Then perhaps I should see this as some form of... enforced vacation." We're gonna try to do the optimism thing, it seemed. He'll do his best.

"It does lend credence to my theory that the dimension itself may have some form of sentience."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Maybe. There's those spirit... things, that run this place. At one point while I was here before, the barriers around the cities went down and a ton of them flooded in here. They were... empty? Like, they wanted to absorb emotion from us."

Alley considered where the thought was leading her for a moment. "Makes me wonder if we're, you know, just emotion-food for this place, or something. Wouldn't be the most fucked up thing I wandered into by a long shot."

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His nose wrinkled in distaste. "An unpleasant thought, being used as food." In any sense, frankly. He wasn't really in any kind of rush to feed some spirit his feelings.

Lord knew he barely liked dealing with them himself. Feeding someone them seemed to imply he'd have to go ahead and... you know, have them.

"Every question I ask only adds more to give."

in which it's been night all along shhhhhhhhh

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Not used to not having all the answers, huh?" And here they were! Alley slowed down and then pushed open the heavy oaken door to Velvet. Good thing it was night, right?

"I think it's pretty much a given to be out of your depth when you just got pulled into a whole other world."

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Yes.

"That is hardly the case." Except it is. Thank god they're at the bar or else he'd have to give a reason why it's not the case.

"... Interesting choice of decor." Nice neon sign.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Being at the bar won't save you, Lotor.

"What's not the case?" Alleyana raised a scar-crossed eyebrow. "Being out of your element is a normal thing for you?"

She glanced up at the sign before leading the way inside. "...Yeah, well, I guess I forgot to mention it's a gay bar."

Whoops.

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Yes it will, shut up you.

"May I ask why this conversation intrigues you so?" STOP ASKING.

Gay bar. It took him a second to actually process what that was. It's a very human term after all, as well as binary sexuality in space, but after a moment-

"... Ah. Well. I'm sure that won't be an issue." Trust him, he's very, very used to attention.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"And another dodge, just like that," Alleyana shook her head, "fine, don't answer. Pretty sure I'm right anyway."

SO THERE.

"--Yeah, well. There's rules in this place," and the Inquisitor gestured to where they were posted on the wall, written and framed, on her way to the actual bar within. "Makes it a good place for getting your bearings. Just don't go upstairs unless flashing lights and loud music is your thing, which would surprise me -- all buttoned-up as you are."

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He'll take that exit without addressing it. How dare you.

"You'd be correct. I'm not interested in lights and music." It's not because he's buttoned up, it's because he doesn't like it.


"I'd rather set about getting my bearings here. What do they have for drinks?" Since he's at a bar and he'll have to drink something, and he'd rather it not be water because that gets you weird looks in a bar.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Booze, tea... and probably boozey tea," Alleyana snorted at that, and approached Bob at the bar.

The cheerful human squinted at Lotor for a moment, then grinned. "Oh, a newcomer! ...I would never put booze in tea, Inquisitor!"

"Well he could always add it in himself."

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"I don't need the alcohol. Tea please." That much he knew of human drinks. Tea was usually pretty damn nice.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

Bob poured a cup of the lovely oolong that was always at the ready, and slid it over before turning to Alley.

"Two surprises of the alcoholic variety."

That's right, two. You're not getting away that easily, buddy. When Bob slid two 'surprises' over as well, the Inquisitor dropped the requisite red bills on the bar and tried to pass one of the new drinks to Lotor, too.

"You don't gotta finish it, just take the edge off a little."

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He looked vaguely offended by this development. Only vaguely, he took his alcohol free tea and went to sample it.

"I'm fine."

TM.

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"So you keep saying," Alleyana went ahead and slung herself up into one of the bar stools, which creaked ever so faintly at the weight of all that dragonbone armor and weaponry on her. "Having done this three times now myself, I gotta say I'm still not believing that. You afraid you'll lose some composure if you have a sip of something stronger?"

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"You've coerced three people before me into drinking spiked tea? How well did those encounters end?"

Another sip of his tea, cool as a cucumber. "Or are you inferring to just encouraging people to drink in general?"

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"I've woken up on this stupid world three times," Alleyana rolled her eyes a bit, and then knocked back whatever paint-stripping monstrosity of a drink was in her glass this time. Bob knew her tolerances, and once you'd drank with the Chargers a few times... well.

"...Look, it's not my business, I get it. I'm offering what help I know how, it's your call what you actually accept."

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He knows, but he also definitely doesn't want to drink no spiked goddamn tea. He's got little to no interest in letting anything go here.

Least of all himself.

"You've been perfectly helpful up until now, I can assure you. The tea is just fine, thank you for suggesting a bar that serves it. I appreciate it."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

The buttoned-up stranger somehow was getting more buttoned up. It was almost impressive.

She signaled Bob for a refill on her alcoholic disaster, and glanced over. "We haven't done the name thing; I'm Alley."

Though Bob had called her Inquisitor, most 'fake' bartenders still did after that first all-city drunken rant tour she'd taken with Sanzo way back when. She'd left an impression.

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He will keep adding doors the more you try and open him the hell up, Alley. He does, at least, relent unto this point.

Mostly because it's a formality and heaven knows he cannot eschew those.

"I am Lotor. I do wish we could have met under better circumstances, truth be told. Perhaps were we in my own universe, I'd be more lenient in my own drinking."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

That earned an amused snort. "If we were in your universe, I wouldn't be being so pushy. Probably."

Probably. Look, the Inquisitor's a pretty self-aware person, ok?

She toys with her newly-refilled glass, turning it this way and that with the razor-sharp tips of her gauntleted fingers.

"If we were in my universe, I'd have plenty of bigger shit to worry about. No offense. You strike me as similar; you've got all the buttoned-up repressive behavior of a noble. Albeit with a lot less bullshit attached, for which you've got my thanks."

Handling someone with his demeanor is a lot easier when they're not gushing on about shit like the second dispersal of the reclaimed Dales.

Orlesians.

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No she wouldn't, he would have to agree unto that point. Especially not if it was with him, this he's pretty sure of. That actually got a smile out of him, congrats!

"I'm sure the same could be said of many others here. Everyone was, after all, no doubt engaged with their own lives before it was all so rudely interrupted." He took a sip of his tea again.

"Considering I am nobility, I suppose your accusation stands."

[inquisitor_lavellan]

"Well, good job on being a lot more bearable than the nobles back on Thedas," Alleyana shook her head, "you've yet to wave a perfumed handkerchief in my face like an Orlesian," or call her a rabbit; one of the many slurs for elves on Thedas and the preferred one of Orlais, "or try to order me around like a Fereldan. And don't get me started on the Free Marches."

She picked up her drink and took a healthy gulp of it, not quite knocking it back like the first one. Look, sometimes the drunken mistakes engine needed to be primed.

"So what's your deal, then?"

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"... Why would anyone do any of that? What an absurd waste of time and energy.

You're not even under my jurisdiction." That sounds super annoying and he's almost kind of glad he never had to deal with that personally. The Galra aren't really well known for perfumed handkerchief waving.

Marches and orders though.

That's a thing. That's... a big thing. Look, he said he was almost kind of glad.

"What do you mean?"