Katters looks around, both for Mina’s drink and her pants. “Pants are still a go,” she says, giving Mina a thumbs up. “No go on the drink.” The déjà vu isn't going away. Katters has half-convinced herself that she has been here before, and with several of these people. “Do you remember me being here before?”
Riaa'lzhor blinked suddenly and looked around suspiciously. She pulled a small device out of her pocket, pressed a few buttons and dials, before pursing her lips at the display and replacing it. "Huh. Never had that happen outside of work before."
"We were talking, yes. Although - I don't believe I ever learned your name." Berit extends her right hand. (People don't tend to like the unsettling glow of the left one.) "Berit Lavellan, at your service." Maker, she hopes this isn't time travel.
That settles it, then. Not déjà vu, but some kind of external phenomenon. Katters takes Berit’s hand. “Katters,” she says. “’Remember’ is the wrong word — but, I suppose, I must have been here before. Unless you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
"I am fairly sure I remember you, which means — pardon my abruptness — I just have to go check something." She pulls away in the direction of the door. #berit is going to see if any magical calamities are happening #i am going to bed. :P
"Excuse me." Nacre finally pipes up from her quiet corner. She's peering intently at Mina. "Would you mind at all just turning a little bit to the left? The lighting in here is... questionable." She's not at all sure what this wonderfully strange individual is wearing as opposed to what's actually part of her body. A better angle would surely help.
Mina frowns at Berit and Katters, then gives the cieling a very suspicious look. "Hy feel like sum bar tinks eet iz fonny." Instead, Mina turns to look at Nacre. "Hy don´t remeber hyu kommink in either. Vot hyu want me to turn fer, iz hyu drawkink me?""
"I am. And I've been here for..." Hmm. When did Nacre arrive? She must have been here at least a little while to be this far along, but the actual entering of the Bar doesn't seem to be something that settled into her memory. That's strange. "Well, some time now."
"Don't worry too much about it, that kind of thing can happen in places like this," Riaa said reassuringly.
"What kind of thing would that be?" Nacre inquires. Not that she was worrying... as such... more like bemused. Still, obviously enough for some troubledness to show through.
Riaa waved a hand. "Oh, you know - reality and space-time getting realigned, that sort of business? This place seems pretty stable, though! Well-anchored."
"Well, I hope your 'drink'-" the word is enunciated in the careful way of someone not particularly familiar with the concept- "isn't on Homeworld. No one will know what to do with it. As for my sketches, that's just a matter of artistic reference!" And at that, Nacre perks up. Minor memory lapses... or "reality and space-time", either... aren't important if someone might want to hear about her art!
Mina gives Nacre a very suspicious look. "Vot iz hyu sketchink me for, are hyu trying to make hyu own jägerkin?"
Okay, clearly Nacre has stepped on something important here. She should probably tread carefully. Instead, she breezes on ahead. "Oh, not at all- well, probably not, I'm not sure what these 'yaygerkins' are- I make Pearls, and certainly not my own. Unless you count the Keshis, I suppose, but none of them were intended to be mine..."
"Jägerkin are monsters of the Heterodyne family, and only the Heterodyne family. Trying to make your own is up there with damaging someone's hat, isn't it?" Riaa said, examining her fingernails.
Mina un-bristles visibly. "Hokeh" "Iz more eemportant den hatz. Ve belong to der Heterodynes, und ve keep dere seekrits. How ve iz made iz vun ov doze. Hy suppose hyu could make a constuct vot looks chust like mee seecne is der eesides vot is important, bot iz schtill vorryink hyu know?" Then she blinks at Nacre. "Vait hyu iz sketchink me to mek pearls? Like vot fancy ladies verz? how iz do suppsoed to vork?"
The... time-travel-adjacent phenomenon, whatever it is, didn't seem to be cause any world-ending catastrophes. When Berit returned to Skyhold it hadn't been peaceful but it had at least been no more chaotic than usual, and she satisfied herself by asking Dorian subtly probing questions about dimensions and time travel until he became suspicious. She was unable to find the Bar again, and was quickly distracted by the usual whirlwind of bizarre errands. When she does manage to return, a few days later, she's tired, sore, and slightly bloodstained from a day of chasing remnant Venatori. She's wearing a long dark coat instead of her usual Inquisition formalwear, and she knows the way her hair is tied back showcases the raggedness of her long ears, but when she finds herself again in a part of Skyhold she doesn't recognize, she sighs and goes for it. Berit pushes the door open, and blinks in confusion. "Weren't you here when I -- Maker, this place is strange." She sits down heavily at the bar.
"It's been a few minutes in here. Don't worry, though, I don't think this place is going to make it so that when you leave it'll have been years or whatever," Riaa said. "So, had a rough day?"
