Who: Open What: Anders has a bizarre dream. He decides to go for a walk to clear his head. When: Tonight, around elevenish. Where: A park. Rating/Warnings: Let's go with PG-13 (a threesome is alluded to). Status: Complete
Anders had heard that eating pizza before bed would cause nightmares, but he had always brushed it off as superstition. But he couldn't really explain any other way to explain his dream. It had started pleasantly enough, with him enjoying himself in a brothel with two beautiful women - one with tattoos of griffons and the other with a lip ring. There had been electricity coming from his fingers (weird) that the women seemed to enjoy. And then later on while he was enjoying some ale, a woman in heavy plate mail came and put him in heavy handcuffs and led him away. Anders didn't resist, and joked with the woman, though she stayed silent. There was a sense of familiarity that suggested to him that he had done it all before. Then he was led to some tower in the middle of a lake. Anders had thought he had stopped having bad dreams about the orphanage he grew up in years ago, but this was clearly some allusion to that.
Once there, he had been told he was going into solitary confinement, and then his dream seemed to drag on and on about that. Some of the nicer men in the armour - Templars - would chat with him to pass the time, but most of them just dropped off his meals and ignored him. There was a big fluffy cat - Mr. Wiggums - and he talked to the cat mostly over the year he was kept in solitary confinement. Maybe this was an allusion to the fact that he had spent the last year more or less only having conversations with Sir Pounce-A-Lot. But after a while Mr. Wiggums had turned into a monster - a rage demon, he recalled - and killed a bunch of the Templars. And then Anders had run again, fending off the rage demon with magic that came out of his hands. He had managed to escape, and this time, instead of heading to the city of Fereldan, he decided to go north to Amaranthine.
He shook his head. It was a really weird dream. He had had dreams before where he wasn't sure if what he had dreamed had actually happened, but those were boring dreams about getting into arguments with people. Not dreams about shooting fire out of his hands and men in armour getting killed by cats that turned into demons.
He needed to clear his head. So, he put Sir Pounce-a-lot into his harness, placed the kitty into his rucksack, and then went for a walk. He had quit smoking when he was still a teenager, but he picked up a pack on his way to the park anyway. He found a bench to sit on, put Sir Pounce-a-lot on his leash, and then lit a cigarette.