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[rowancrowned]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Thranduil
RECIPIENT: Luwenna Coupe, rest of Inquisition 
WHAT: My honor student Division could beat up your honor student Division. 
WHEN: Shortly after Tourney participation sign-ups open.
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: discontent? what discontent. also! will be phone tagging these, icon not indicative of emotion. 

Ser Coupe.

[ sounding entirely as though he's facing her and having a real conversation rather than throwing her name into the ether. ]

What say you about a friendly wager, considering the tourney.  If my Division's members place in more events than yours do, you will have to...

[ a pause to consider. ]

Well, I'm sure someone will have a good idea of what the losing Division Head will have to do. Do the members of the Kirkwall outpost have any suggestions?

 

Comments

[sangsues]

Clean latrines.

[rowancrowned]

An old standard! Splendid. For how long?

[thunderproof]

❰ immediately: ❱

Am I allowed to defect from Forces to Research?

❰ whatever adalia feels about thranduil, she does not want to contribute to native templar bragging rights in any way whatsoever. ❱

[rowancrowned]

[ sitting this one out. your call, coupe. ]

[limier]

It would be most unfortunate, were the ship to Wycome to leave without you.

[aenseidhe]

If Beleth's still out, I consider myself on leave from Scouting.

[ because nah, Val, nah. Also, this seems more fun. ]

Mind if I join Research for a week or two?

[ this is probably not very fair, sorry, coupe ]

[rowancrowned]

If Monsieur de de Foncé and Enchanter Averesch would like to join the wager, I would not object. Otherwise, it seems as though Ser Coupe and I will need to split Scouting and Diplomacy between us.

[ mm yes give him all the athletic ones to make up for his collection of librarians. ]

[strangel]

If she is losing, she has to do something?

( this is a great idea, never mind that Chicken Lady has not agreed yet )

Loser must wrestle crocodiles. Croco-something that you are having in this world.

[rowancrowned]

If you describe a crocodile [ careful annunciation. ] I will do my very best to find its Theodsian cousin.

[limier]

[ is THAT how it's gonna be ]

The three members of Forces who place most highly during the Tourney will receive a public apology from me, for the perceived slight of their choice.

[ one-time offer!! ]

We are — of course — accepting temporary additions from the ranks of Diplomacy and Scouting. I would not deign to impeach the loyalty of any member of Research.

i'm sorry

[strangel]

Peaches?

[rowancrowned]

We cannot all be blessed with heafy swords to swing about, Ser Coupe. Some of us are burdened with dry and neglected tomes.

[ thranduil you have two swords in your office. ]

[elegiaque]

This is the most I've ever been tempted by a position with this organisation.

[byblow]

Tightrope. "Andraste's Mabari." Posing for a painting that would be called Shame in the main courtyard for three hours at midday. Or for a sculpture called Shame. Someone could make it out of fruit and everyone could eat it. All new uniforms for the losing Division incorporating plaidweave. Loser has to tell Skyhold the next piece of bad news.

[ He could keep going. ]

[limier]

There has been a call for peaches. [ re: fruit sculptures, the most important part of this ] However, I am uncertain we wish to promote the appearance of cannibalism.

[rowancrowned]

"Andraste's Mabari"?

[ is it a Folk Song because it sounds absolutely like a Folk Song? ]

[justice_is_blond]

Come now, surely just the signers of the pledge should be forced to wear plaidweave.

[montalis]

[ aw hell nah ]

Count another for Forces. [ he isn't really recruited into any of the Divisions as of yet, still kind of flitting to and fro as the Seekers require, but he can pledge for this at least. ]

Ser Coupe doling out public apologies is likely a sign of the end times, and we can't have that.

[limier]

[ why is that voice familiar. ]

Would we all such dedication to the fate of our fellow man, Mssr. — ?

[ name??? ]

[galvanising]

If Research loses, the Provost has his head shaved.

[limier]

Perhaps the inverse: Acquire more hair. A beard — someone need sell false beards.

[elegiaque]

No!

( gwen. )

[periastron]

My need to be a contrary shitstirrer with obnoxious tendencies is at odds with my need to get funding from both of you.

[limier]

One might consider it to merely level the ground.

Private

[crowncitizen]

Psssst. Are you taking people from other divisions? I'll totally defect to research for the tourney.

[Please save him from scouting, Thranduil. The new heads are, uh... well. You've met them.]

not here, obvs.

[exequy]

[ But think of what a pleasant surprise it will be for Beleth if her division wins!!! once she comes back to her sense. ]