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Who: Hawke and YOU
What: THE RETURN OF BOARD GAEMS
When: June 18th-June 21st, afternoons.
Where: Der common room.
Warnings: INTENSE MONOPOLY ACTION

As someone who enjoyed the idle diversion now and again, Hawke found it slightly depressing that the massive piles of board games in the common room got so little use.

He'd discarded the frivolous games that required little to no thought, instead busying himself with a deck of cards and solitaire, the boxes that contained sophisticated board games like Risk and Stratego piled neatly on a coffee table next to him. It was a welcome respite from his most recent project of pouring over the documents filched from the old Black Hole headquarters, and Hawke had to admit he needed some time to focus on something else.

Coffee and cards was usually the way to go.

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"The music," he answered, frowning in a very sour fashion. It was distracting.

"The..." He paused and twisted around with a look that was something of a cross between 'please sir may I have some more' and 'you're kidding right'?

"...music that's part of the game?"

NO, RAIDEN. THE OTHER MUSIC. "Yes. The music that's part of the game. You can turn the volume down on the television, correct?"

"Yeah." That didn't mean he was asking or instructing to turn it down. Right? Right?

That was totally what he meant. "So turn it down."

He set his jaw and grumbled, not unlike a bratty teenager being told to turn down their music by an overbearing mother.

"Fine."

And thus the music was turned down to an actually reasonable and quiet volume. However, now, dear Hawke, you would have to content with an orchestra of:

clack clack tap tap click grunt clack "oh damn it" clack clack "yeah take that"

Even without the music, he found Raiden's background noise too distracting for his liking. So much so that soon enough, he'd set down his deck of cards and made his way to the sofa where the games were being played.

Hawke stood behind the janitor, folding his arms and watching.

Like a creep.

What a creep. For all of Raiden's skills as a spy/mercenary, he was completely engrossed in his Galaga game, and didn't notice Hawke for an entire level. Eventually, though, Raiden paused the game and noticed the ominous shadow looming over him, blocking out the florescent light of the common room.

"Did you..." Raiden started, and awkwardly finished knowing This Was Not Why Hawke Was Here. "...want to play or something?"

Yeah, this was pretty creepy, even for Hawke.

He puzzled over the video game for a few moments, watching Raiden mash buttons and fight his way through the delicious 8-bit level.

To up the creepy ante, Hawke took a seat on the couch next to the janitor. "What is the goal, exactly?"

Oh my god.

Oh my god his sort of commanding officer just sat down next to him and was interested in playing Galaga.

Lash was going to have a field day with this.

But first, after the initial shock and awe and creepy factor, Raiden seemed... genuinely happy at this turn of events. He brought his attention back to the game, currently paused and frozen in digital 8-bit space.

"You're the little spaceship at the bottom," Raiden explained, "And you have to stop the swarm of invading aliens before they reach the bottom of the screen. You can only move left or right, and fire. You score points for every alien you take out. Take them all out, and you move on to the next level." Predictably, more bugs moving faster. While little tactics or strategy was involved in Galaga, the game more than made up for it in testing one's speed and reaction time.

Raiden handed off the controller. "Pretty simple, right?"

Extremely simple. But really, what did he expect from a game for children?

But Raiden looked pleased at the turn of events, and Hawke had humored such inane diversions before (he recalled the Charizard girl and her game called "Crossfire", or whatever the heck it was). And besides, it wasn't like he was completely unaccustomed to video games. Lash played them in his apartment and at Adder's mansion all the time.

He took the controller in hand...

and stared at it.

Raiden stared for a while. Up at Hawke, down at the controller, back up at Hawke, down to the controller....

"...You press 'start' to play."

Hawke regarded Raiden with a cold stare that would freeze even penguins, or other such arctic creatures.

Then he pressed start.

TEHM GAME HAVE STARTED.

And lo, Hawke began mashing every button in his effort to vanquish the alien invaders.

It was harder than it looked.

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