weighed and measured in kind

[rowancrowned]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Thranduil
RECIPIENT: A L L
WHAT: Please don't riot about the phylacteries. (yet)
WHEN: Post-negotiations.
WHERE: Gallows! 
NOTES: After this. Specifically, after Iorveth does a property damage and before anyone else can try that.

[ thranduil's voice is tight, if still somehow pleasant: ]

I understand that there are a great number of questions and concerns at the moment regarding the Inquisition's proposed policy of phylacteries for Rifters.

If there are concerns that anyone would wish to make known through official channels, the Research Division has been appointed to handle the research of this new, proposed policy. [ very pointed stressing. ] My office is where it has always been, and any concerns should be turned into the box reserved for correspondence of that nature.

I would remind all Rifters that we are yet considered a single unit. [ remember the curfew? ] That poor behavior will affect all of us- indeed, anyone currently afflicted with a Shard. I would advise them that this is never as true as it is now, and that consequences for actions taken in the heat of the moment are the same as those made when rational.

Comments

[motherfucking_ghost]

Kinda gives you a chance to move forward from that, though, right? Like...you guys can move beyond being crazy clones to being people who try to science the shit out of medieval food!

[youwonscience]

Totally. It's... kind of weird how long I could go without thinking about it here, especially before Sarah and Helena showed up. It rocked my world and then I literally fell through a hole between realities and it seemed like, I don't know, the less weird part.

[motherfucking_ghost]

Have I ever told you some of my weird shit? And if I haven't, I should. Needless to say: man, I fucking feel that.

[youwonscience]

Only a little. But I'm totally up for talking about it if you want. Weird shit's my life now, right?