#athena01

[notjeffthompson]

location: Borgin & Burkes status: for @ggathena

It took some time for the Owner's to trust him enough to man the shop by himself, but Jeff had proven himself trustworthy enough to do so. He looked up from the supply list he was writing up when the bell at the door rang, signifying someone entering the shop. A polite smile on his face. "Miss Greengrass is it? You play Quidditch?" He knew that she played for the Montrose Magpies, he made it a mission to know everything about everyone in the pureblood circle. "I'm afraid we don't sell brooms here, but what can I help you with?"

[julietvelhankar-blog]

closed starter for @godathcna​

She stood at the doorway of her old room in Endine House, not quite sure whether to feel comforted or disturbed. Comforted, because it stood exactly how she’d left it, dark interior and a bookcase that spanned an entire wall. A quiet rebellion against the rest of the building, which was decorated to be modern and sleek. Disturbed, because it had been years since she’d been back, and even then, she rarely took up residence in the house, despite having lived in it for most of her teenage years, ever since it had been built. She’d even called dibs on the room with the best view. 

At the sound of footsteps behind her, Juliet didn’t turn — she didn’t need to. She’d grown up with the woman, after all. Recognizing her stride came as easily as breathing. 

“A waste, to keep the room unoccupied,” she spoke dryly, her eyes landing on the paintings that had been given as gifts throughout the years. “I’m sure it would make a great office. Or home gym.”

[selwyndalessi]

@godathcna​

The night was starting to come to a close and Selwyn was tired. Between the small talk with prominent community figures and surprise meetings with old friends, she was more than ready to head back to the hotel room she was temporarily calling home. However, there was one more person Selwyn needed to greet, and a quick scan of the room revealed Athena Novak saying her goodbyes to an unfamiliar man. Although it had been years since they’d spoken in person, they occasionally exchanged texts here and there - not much of substance, but it was enough to know that the other was doing well (or, more accurately, holding on). 

Selwyn walked over to her old friend after the man left, noting a look in Athena’s eyes that she’d never seen before. Growing up, Selwyn had led a far more scandalous life than her counterpart, but it looked like things were changing. 

“He’s a handsome one,” she started without preamble, tempted to tent her fingers together like an evil Disney villain. “Not too sure about the hair gel, though.”

[hopeswake-blog]

Years of traveling taught you by necessity how to figure out directions and map your surroundings; it’s a skill you’re grateful for, after an afternoon of exploring the city that’s declared itself your new home. Yuan probably would have come with you, and you suspect he maybe would have preferred it that way, but you’re going to learn nothing by having your hand held the entire time. 

So it’s been a day of investigating Sector 4, poking your nose into things and curiously examining the hodgepodge of numerous cultures while adjusting to the feeling of the ‘modern’ clothing you were given. But you agreed to meet Yuan at his place of work around this time,  so you pick your way through the streets to a bar called Ceasefire. Pushing open the door, you smile to yourself; yes, this is a much better place for him than Cruxis or the Renegades. 

But there’s no sign of him yet, so you look around the crowded room and see that there’s an empty seat at the ba next to a young woman. Working your way through the people —which is still somewhat uncomfortable as you readjust to living— you stop next to her and offer a polite smile.

“Excuse me, is the seat next to you taken? I’m waiting for one of the employees.”

[bethawke-blog]

Bethany is drawn back to Ceasefire after discovering it on her last walk through Sector 4. It’s not like home at all, but it manages to feel as close to Thedas as she’s found in her time here. 

It doesn’t hurt that they serve decent alcohol at prices she can afford, and while she’s no heavy drinker by any means, Beth isn’t going to deny that it helps her sleep in the oppressiveness of District Epsilon if she’s unwound first. 

She steps into the bar and within moments is jostled by a passing patron into a young redhead. Her instincts are still strong, at least; Bethany manages to gently catch the girl by the elbows before the accident sends her tumbling to the ground.

“Whoa there,” she says with a friendly laugh. Once she’s sure the girl is safe on her feet, Beth’s hands go back to her feet. “Sorry about that. I guess I didn’t move out of the way fast enough.”