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A new day has come.

So unlike many other places, the Sphere doesn’t celebrate New Years on New Year’s Eve. Instead they celebrate it in s three day festival commencing on January first to the third. The festival starts on the first at dawn with people waking up early to watch the first unofficial sunrise in the Sphere. Unlike most other days, this sunrise is universal, moving into each of the domes and filling them with such a bright light that it looks like an idealized version of a bright summer’s day. Groups of people join together to watch it in the dormitory dorms as well as in several public areas. The agriculture dome and the recreational domes are popular places for such activities and there are several places where there appear to be flowers blooming and almost the sound of birdsong.

Also in the more public places, there are large tables filled up with what seems to be a standard light breakfast of fruit, cheese and various loaves of bread, including a particular loaf of bread that everyone is given either in their attendance or in the dome itself. It’s a circular loaf with nuts on it that’s perfect for sharing. Indeed people keep trying to share a piece with the characters around them.

One thing that’s missing though? None of the places seem to have any sort of caffeine in any form. If questioned about it, someone knowledgeable will respond: “you can’t have caffeine until the sun sets!” The words come with a good natured laugh and characters are then handed a glass of fruit juice.

Out with the old and in with the new.

As the sun is about to set on the first day, crowds gather in the rec dome. There in the middle of the area there’s a large bonfire set up. The smoke billows up towards the top of the dome before it disappears. People gathered around the fires are throwing old possessions into it, some of which are their own and some of them are the possessions of the people who had left. The idea is to unburden yourself of things to face the new year with a clean slate.

There are smaller fires around, and they burn different colors with the smoke being sweet smelling and light. Some people show the newcomers how to gather the smoke in their hands and release it over their heads, in order to clear out dark thoughts and whatever is troubling people. The smoke gives people a slight feeling of euphoria, and makes them feel as if whatever is happening isn’t quite as bad as they think it is.

And we’re dancing through life.

On the second day, the public domes are fairly dead. The merchant dome is closed and only a few restaurants are open, and only those are for delivery. The entire city almost seems to be holding their breath and waiting for something. When the clock turns to eight pm, it’s almost as if the entire city is lit in a combination of stars and candlelight. In the gardens in the Rec dome, a large ball has been set up. Everyone in the city has been given their ideal fancy dress outfit, including mask in order to wear to it. The idea behind it is that the characters are in the middle of their transitional state. Day one was the day they put their old life behind them, and day three will be the day that they form their new selves for the year ahead. Which is why at the ball, people wear masks and have the option to give into some of the things that they wouldn’t normally do.

Wanna eat that there whole pint of ice cream? Go nuts. Wanna drink a bottle of vodka? Hey it’s your liver and it’s not like you can die! Wanna hook up in a dark corner with a stranger. It’s your life and there’s some nice velvet couches over there; out of sight and out of mind.

Dinner is in the form of an elaborate meal, sort of along the idea of Fat Tuesday in New Orleans, no expense is spared and everything is extremely well done and extravagant. Rich food, insane desserts, open bar, everything this night is too excess. At various points in the evening, the sky which has been showing stars shifts into things like fireworks, and glowy nebuleuses, causing people to burst into spontaneous bouts of applause.

All the while, there are various and shifting dance floors with an assortment of music to dance to, including classical, swing, fiddles, big band, pop, R&B, and basically anything that you can think of. The dances that people do there are as varied as the population, the drunkenness level and of course the all important dances of people's native Caucasia.

The party goes until dawn, at which point, the drunken releveries spill onto the streets, and people return to their personal domes singing loudly and off key.

...Is that… a squirrel?

For anyone who has been in the Sphere for any sort of length of time, one thing has stood out: there are no living creatures within the Sphere other than the people themselves. All of the meat has been generated versus harvested, and there’s not even bugs involved. Of course, all of that changes when there’s suddenly a random black squirrel darting in among the trees of the park in the recreational dome. It’s not frightened of people for the most part, unless someone tries to touch it. Then you better hope to god you’re a bard or you’ve got some ranks in handle animal, but this thing does not want to be touched.

Yeah, people who make the effort are going to get bitten or scratched. Yeah, that kinda looks infected. You may wanna see someone about it. Or hope really hard. But either way, at least the clinic is there for you.

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Choose your own adventure. Some suggestions: network posts, roommates meeting, before the party, randomly interacting with shops or restaurants, trying to find a job, etc. Go nuts.

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It's true. Shameful, really.

[And now that he's run along his list of flippant retorts, he takes a sip of his juice before looking over to the elf again.]

It is rather odd you know me.

[ He laughs in confusion, his eyebrows furrowed. ]

Is it? I would have ranked 'being caught in a future that should never have existed' before me knowing you.

[Dorian frowned at that, looking more serious.]

That's impossible. Only Brionne was present.

[And yet, here he was, claiming just that.]

[ He tilts his head in confusion, though Luthien looks interested. ]

Who is Brionne?

The Inquisitor, of who I was the only escort on our little jaunt into the future.

[He crosses his arms, raising his chin.]

I believe I deserve an explanation.

[ For a brief moment, Luthien looks saddened, then a bit stunned. He flounders for a moment, then opens his palm to reveal his own mark. ]

I'm..not certain how else to explain.

Tell me how we met.

[There's some strange ball of uncertainty welling in his gut, but he's going to play this out.]

We met in Redcliffe.. I came to meet the mages about a potential alliance with the Inquisition. We met you in the Chantry, fighting demons that came out of an unnatural rift. Your friend Felix met us there and warned us of what his father was trying to do.

I see.

[Verbatum his own experience, and yet.]

And then?

Your mentor, Alexius, he used an amulet to send us into the future. We had to make our way through, find him, and you did a spell to get us back. As of now, he's in the Inquisition's custody.. serving as a researcher.

...truly remarkable.

[He pauses for a moment, before making a motion.]

Might I see your left hand?

If it helps, certainly. [ He holds his left hand out, palm up for Dorian to examine. Luthien doesn't feel the pull of the Fade like he normally does, which puzzles him, because he still dreams and he can still access his magic. ]

[Sharp olive eyes move over the familiar form of the Mark, emblazoned upon an unfamiliar hand. Brionne's mark. His first inclination is an elementary one: this is impossible, but he dismisses it as the ridiculous sentiment it is. It is possible. The proof just showed him his hand without complaint.

He crosses his arms, tapping his chin thoughtfully.]

Remarkable. The mark is identical in every way I see, but how? Were the Dalish present at the Conclave? And why? Was it happenstance and nothing more? No, it can't be that simple...

Just me. My Keeper sent me as a spy of sorts.. to keep an eye on the proceedings. I happened to interrupt a ritual- the one that inevitably killed The Divine..

And you touched an orb that put that pretty little mark on your hand, yes? She called out to you, I imagine, something akin to "warn them"?

That's right, yes.

Interesting...And so in your reality, it was you who were labeled the "Herald of Andraste" rather than Brionne Trevelyan in my own.

..Ah. That does make sense, I suppose.. I will have to defer to your theory, since I'm no expert.

It isn't a theory.

[He motions toward Luthien's hand.]

The proof is, quite literally, written on your palm.

I can't very well argue with your logic.. because I do know you, though you don't seem to know me.

[ He takes his hand back, shifting it to balance the plate he's holding. ]

I do not, which I...imagine is as awkward for you as it is for me.

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