D: I'm kind of tired of putting Dwyer quotes in here so let's just call this "evacuation assistance"
[Dwyer's not looking to get himself flayed by a tree or ensnared in hyper-magical yarn, but evacuation duty? He can do that. This is not a problem. There's candies that can help you get to solid ground safely? Yes, you got it, he's handing them out. Does Barry have one? Did we get Barry on board? The guy with the blue jeans, make sure he - oh, he's probably fine, he's not stupid. Dwyer needs to think that, or he'll find himself far too worried about his brother-in-chili. There's some other things that need tending at the moment. Like the absolute instability of the ground right now, and the frightened and angry Dire Bears emerging from what remains of the forest.
He feels bad. Really, he does, but - how do you get a monstrous bear to understand evacuation? Is it possible? Oh Gods, they were going to die once Maru crumbles to dust, weren't they? They can't stay here long, either, and - ooooh, this is really a bad time to feel bad for bears. But everyone who wants to evacuate needs to be kept safe...forgive him for the slightly unfocused expression of worry on his face, Dwyer is trying to keep some of the group together, but the bears are approaching and he can't take one down on his own. More than one? Fuck.]
F: Surprise, it's not a giant disc of obsidian
[Phandalin. Here it is. Civilization, bless it, Dwyer can't think of anything better, but his mind keeps wandering to all the dwarves who refused to evacuate what is now a large heap of dirt outside of town. He can't stop feeling badly for the monsters that likely fell and were crushed to death. And he's asking everyone-]
Have you...seen Barry Bluejeans? He should have arrived with the rest of us...he's wearing something called "denim"?
[He asks this of fellow Reclaimers and townspeople alike, because he's sure Barry evacuated, but he can't find the man to check on him. There's something wearier than usual in his gait the longer he's up and about asking...you, um. Might want to see if you can convince him not to worry too much.]
G: He's not just doing this for you Dave but it is partly for you
[Magic colorful apples.
Well. That's a distraction if there ever was one. Dwyer would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued by their apparent properties, and if they're not going back to the Moonbase right now immediately, he kind of...would like to know how one might cook with these. What happens if you make a blue apple pie? Or pink cider? This is cool.
If you don't see him quietly trying to figure out how to get a significant quantity of every color up to the Moonbase, you will definitely see him underneath the tree of colorful apples, absolutely sawing some sweet sleep logs, a bitten-into yellow apple still in his hand.
no subject
[Dwyer's not looking to get himself flayed by a tree or ensnared in hyper-magical yarn, but evacuation duty? He can do that. This is not a problem. There's candies that can help you get to solid ground safely? Yes, you got it, he's handing them out. Does Barry have one? Did we get Barry on board? The guy with the blue jeans, make sure he - oh, he's probably fine, he's not stupid. Dwyer needs to think that, or he'll find himself far too worried about his brother-in-chili. There's some other things that need tending at the moment. Like the absolute instability of the ground right now, and the frightened and angry Dire Bears emerging from what remains of the forest.
He feels bad. Really, he does, but - how do you get a monstrous bear to understand evacuation? Is it possible? Oh Gods, they were going to die once Maru crumbles to dust, weren't they? They can't stay here long, either, and - ooooh, this is really a bad time to feel bad for bears. But everyone who wants to evacuate needs to be kept safe...forgive him for the slightly unfocused expression of worry on his face, Dwyer is trying to keep some of the group together, but the bears are approaching and he can't take one down on his own. More than one? Fuck.]
F: Surprise, it's not a giant disc of obsidian
[Phandalin. Here it is. Civilization, bless it, Dwyer can't think of anything better, but his mind keeps wandering to all the dwarves who refused to evacuate what is now a large heap of dirt outside of town. He can't stop feeling badly for the monsters that likely fell and were crushed to death. And he's asking everyone-]
Have you...seen Barry Bluejeans? He should have arrived with the rest of us...he's wearing something called "denim"?
[He asks this of fellow Reclaimers and townspeople alike, because he's sure Barry evacuated, but he can't find the man to check on him. There's something wearier than usual in his gait the longer he's up and about asking...you, um. Might want to see if you can convince him not to worry too much.]
G: He's not just doing this for you Dave but it is partly for you
[Magic colorful apples.
Well. That's a distraction if there ever was one. Dwyer would be lying if he said he wasn't intrigued by their apparent properties, and if they're not going back to the Moonbase right now immediately, he kind of...would like to know how one might cook with these. What happens if you make a blue apple pie? Or pink cider? This is cool.
If you don't see him quietly trying to figure out how to get a significant quantity of every color up to the Moonbase, you will definitely see him underneath the tree of colorful apples, absolutely sawing some sweet sleep logs, a bitten-into yellow apple still in his hand.
Nap Apples. Magnificent. He loves this.]