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[periastron]

FORM: Crystal & extra.
SENDER: Simon, Bronach, Alex
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Fulfilling their assignment for a medical survey
WHEN: pre-strike
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: If you feel so inclined, please fill in the survey over here; Please note that this survey is totally optional both ICly and OOCly, and is an expanded version of a survey requested by Commander Coupe. All comments are screened, and responses will be used for an ic report issued to the Forces division. ICly the information will be kept centralised and confidential, with the intention of it being accessed only by treating medical personnel. (If you are able to do this by April 25th for the sake of us submitting the report by the end of the month that would be really appreciated.)

G’day, it’s Alex… again. Sorry mates, I promise you’ll be liberated from my dulcet tones as soon as I can manage to feel tired of my own voice.

( So, never being her very cocky and extremely self-deprecating implication. At the same time, yes. )

We got an assignment needs completing, but to get that done we need to get a survey done, so that requires plaguin’ you lot for some information about health and doctorin’.

[And kind of ignoring all those words she doesn't understand at all--] If you're concerned about who can read it, it won't be something nailed to a board where anyone can get hold of it. But so the healers know not to give you a thing you hate or can't have when you were stupid enough to land in their laps.

[Look she has so much faith in you people.]

Your bedside manner is inspirin’.

( Barely audible, muttered, and… not as hypocritical as it seems. Maybe. )

But she’s right, medical shit is confidential, this is just to help make sure the Inquisition treats you right and in accordance with your wishes and all that. We’ll be using it to make a report for Commander Coupe, but beyond that it’ll be for medical personnel only.

All right, that’s--let’s not--get in our own way here, shall we. [That’s certainly helping.] If you’d feel better speaking to an Andrastian about all this, or just...a native, and you don’t mind it being a templar, that’s what I’m here for. [Simon doesn’t really get why all the preoccupation with fancy things like “privacy” and “confidentiality,” but if it gets them answers.]

And if you want we got paper copies you can fill in, or if you’d rather chat it out and none of us are people you’d be comfortable talkin’ with, we’ll grab someone else for you and figure it out. So uh— any questions, let us know.

Comments

[earthbones]

Your Chant is long, who has time to be singing all of that? [Before coming here, any song she'd ever heard was only as long as a bard could probably be bothered with or drunks in a tavern had patience for. A chant? No patience. No patience whatsoever.]

Our. Forces. Inquisition. [If her hands are in there, she'll jam all the fingers in. All of them. Right in.] People dedicate their lives to the faith and to being a mage, studying at the college. Not so many dedicate it to just paperwork. Here we have less choices, fewer chances. The odds are...stacked a certain way, the way a scolding mother might push a child to do better. So we should.

[Indoors. Where people are. Walls. Gross. Outdoors where there are zero walls, game to be hunted, no one to hear you screaming into the void? Much better. Everyone can hear you screaming in the Gallows because they can definitely hear you hissing, the staff look at her strangely enough when she's rattling around Salvio. Get outside, get some nature, howl at the moon for three hours and find your inner almost-peace.]

[assistente]

Those who devote their lives to the Chantry. I suppose. People who, um. Like to sing.

[Was that a real question? Now that he's answered it, Salvio is second-guessing himself. It is the frantic second-guessing of an anxious man who will think about this moment for years to come. As that battle must be waged internally, he has no choice but to move on.]

I mean, uh-- I do see your point. Certainly. Though I did study, I mean, I was at the. Circle. It's just that I am not very... I'm good at paperwork. But it is lucky for both you and I, that the Inquisition takes all kinds. Um. ["""Lucky""" but he does, in his heart, believe that.] In a way, this association, it opens--I mean, it ensures that there are more options open to us all. Rifter and mage and-- and, well, anyone. Nearly anyone.