02 | OPEN

[shri]

FORM: Sending Crystal.
SENDER: Lakshmibai
RECIPIENT: Any one and everyone.
WHAT: Head of Community Outreach & Are you a rifter? Do you know how to weave? Want to turn a profit and help out the inquisition? Please inquire.
WHEN: Time is a flat circle.
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: nothing too serious

Greetings... It is Rani Lakshmibai.

[ Right, that out of the way. ]

I have two matters which I need a moment - [ Here we go. ] - I have recently been made Head of Community Outreach, for which I'm honoured. I wish to a little more to understand where I might be applied in helping others, but as yet many things still escape me as where help might be best applied to those that need it. If you have a moment to speak with me, in person, I would be much obliged. My Quarters are in the Gallows.

[ Onwards then, because who works and doesn't overwork? Not her. ] Secondly, and for rifters amongst us... I have spoken with Master Barnabas, a merchant here in Kirkwall, and I realised that whilst what many of us bring in terms of items here can be desirable and turn a good profit for it's... foreign nature. Such things are short-term investments. [ And that as far as she's concerned, is a waste. ] As such, I am looking for women or men, of moderate skill in weaving textiles and who can take direction easily, to join me in such work. You will be paid, though primarily, all extra earnings are to be funded back into the Inquisition. I intend to work things that no part of Thedas has seen before, and feel we are uniquely qualified for such an endeavour.

If such a thing is in your ability, please enquire.

[ Somewhere, her husband is following her about, tugging at her hair and laughing. ]

That is all. My regards.

Comments

[justice_is_blond]

Are you free currently? For the outreach part.

[shri]

Certainly. Your name?

[justice_is_blond]

Anders.

[Time to see if his reputation proceeds him.]

[shri]

[ It thankfully doesn't, and even if it did - well. Glass houses and all that. ]

I will look forward to meeting you.

[justice_is_blond]

[That's a relief.]

Likewise, Rani. I'll be in the Gallows again in roughly twenty minutes. Which tower and floor would I find you in?

Voice

[laurenande]

I am...well versed in the making of woven things. As well as in the worsting, weaving, and sewing of garments.

[Galadriel doesn't often volunteer for these things, but she has done enough of it alone, in private, that the idea of working with others appeals much.]

What is it you wish to make?

[shri]

I would be glad to see it.

[ Her plans are simple, to that end, brisk and businesslike. ]

At this point, textiles, of varying styles. My home is known for... quite striking materials, and I am looking to create something similar.

[laurenande]

I would have to see what it is you wish to make, but there is precious little that is beyond me.

If you like, you may come to my rooms, where I keep what I have made. Else, I can come to you, but I fear I will be unable to bring my loom.

[shri]

I would be honoured. When may I come to you?

[laurenande]

You may come when you like, I am not given to bustling about to fill hours. I shall be here.

[And she provides her directions to a portion of the Mage tower within the gallows.]

[periastron]

Yeah, g'day. ( Said with the least interest in actually issuing a good day of any kind, apparently. )

If any surgical supplies or medical equipment comes through a rift, I call fuckin' dibs on it. That shouldn't be for profit, it should be for doin' its bloody job.

( The accent is broad, Australian, and probably obnoxious.

Nice to meet you, etc. )

[shri]

[ She responds in agreement, a firm voice. ]

It is yours. I will make sure it is catalogued and sent to you, so you know everything that comes in.

[periastron]

Alright. I'm Alexandra Karahalios. Veterinarian and sorta-kinda people surgeon, now.

( She sounds... so... thrilled... can you tell... 8| )

You a rifter?

[shri]

I am. I come from Hindustan - [ wait, wrong language. ] - India.

[periastron]

Oh.

( Surprised, kinda. )

My baba was from Persia. Not the same, obviously, but just— most people I meet knocking about here from Earth are from Europe. Nice to meet you, Rani.

private.

[dashing]

Welcome to the Diplomacy Division, Lakshmibai. I expect we will have a more formal discussion of things when I am returned from Minrathos.

[shri]

I will look forward to it. I am glad to be doing my part.

[dashing]

Good. I have been involved with some efforts from my time with the Chantry Relations project, including an educational effort that encouraged collaboration with members of the local Chantry and community. I have not been free to invest as much time in it as I was before taking my current post, so I would... be glad of your aid in that, if such would appeal to you. It has been helpful for making rifters more familiar to locals.

[shri]

I am more than happy to give it -

[ Makes no mistake in that. ]

- I would like to give a reason to trust us and see as just the same as them. [ To say nothing of the sneering behind her back still, even with the announcements. But even so - ] I will advisement on matters to do with the Chantry as well. Much of it still escapes me.

[dashing]

The new head of that project, Enchanter Ceallach, would be an excellent source of knowledge and, I think, collaboration. She is... like me, a Loyalist and devout, but not without questions concerning the Chantry. She is not one to follow blindly. She is also sympathetic to the position rifters find themselves situated in.

And myself, of course. There are others I can recommend, but— some are cautious when speaking to rifters. There has been... a degree of mockery made of the Chantry and the devout that has left some wary of newcomers.

[inagutterson]

There's some stuff I could catch you up on. Kirkwall stuff and just...other things.

[Things a rifter should probably know because she didn't know what lyrium was and Yngvi's--

Well he's doing this now. Being better about helping.]

[shri]

[ She remembers him, and remembers him well. Warmth to her voice when she hears him speak - ] Master Yngvi - it is good to hear from you.

[ As for the rest. ] By all means. I am eager to know of it. There is much that still... escapes me here.

[inagutterson]

S'just Yngvi. [Even Serah would make him squawk.]

I'll be along in a bit but I can walk and talk. Kirkwall's got Hightown - rich bit, fancy bit, important bit - and Lowtown - common place for common folks that gets less pretty the further down you go - and Darktown - and I know Darktown well. And there's the Alienage for the elves because why let the elves live with everyone, that's how things are. You'll see plenty of dwarves in Kirkwall. Established and all that.

[There's corridor noise, way above his head considering the height of him relative to other folk.] Lot of poor people in the last two places I mentioned but not everyone wants charity and Darktown?

[Knock knock knock hello he is here.]

[shri]

I walked all of them when I arrived. But as you can imagine, none of them wanted to speak to me much, if at all.

[ The door is open to him, she's bent over her desk. Taking notes as he talks - but it is not Trade, or English as it might be to her, it is just rows and rows of devangari script. Pouring from one side of the page to the other. Little notes crammed into sections around the block paragraphs.

She looks up when he arrives, gesturing him to come in, take the spot across from her that has clearly been set out for just this. Putting out a clean cup for him and pouring him tea from the pot she had made herself for this. It comes almost automatic, he's not the first in the door, or certainly the last. ] No one ever wants to speak or help such things. [ Once he is seen too, she smooths out the set of the Inquisition uniform, and sits again herself. ] Tell me about the Alienage. It is spoken of in whispers, but no one tells me how such a thing came to be.

[inagutterson]

[Firstly: he is dressed in a mish-mash of the things people who love him have gifted Satinalia past. Blue knitted jumper, a good coat (there are several pink nugs peering from the pockets peacably as if quite used to this sort of getting about), a pair of boots that don't look as if a dwarf should wear them curling faintly at the toe, lacings at their side, an almost-green. The hair is the same hopeless 'what is a hairbrush, never heard of one' mess it was in Orzammar so that's just him as his eyes flit about.

(Can't help but do that, habits are habits, when you're small and reared in the dark you always go looking.)]

The alienage isn't too far from how I grew up, only people don't really bother much with dwarves unless the dwarves are hasslin' 'em. [Carefully not bitter about that. Months ago, his lady's intervention when it all hurt worse than he could stand it and no one cared-- But humans willing to speak of alienages are relatively few, so with the cup settled in his small rough hands, Yngvi takes a sip.] Back a long time ago, long long time, when the elves still had a kingdom - their second one - they had a place called the Dales in Orlais. But they lived their way, and the humans didn't like it because humans don't like a lot of things, 'specially when it's a whole lot of people not living how they want them to live. Chantry wanted 'em to submit, elves were like 'nah mate, piss off', and the Chantry were all 'well I never' but however you say that in Orlesian.

[More tea, Stroganugg's soft pink head is petted with his free hand.]

So the Chantry rounded up, like, everyone for a big old march against the elves in the Dales, and after that whoever was squatting on the big fancy throne in Val Royeaux decreed 'oh, and yes in all cities you will have this one place I suppose where all of you will live' and under her breath she muttered 'it'll be a shithole'. Because. They are. Compared to most of it. This is when the Dalish came about because the elves who decided that they wanted to go live in the forests would call themselves after the place they lost and maybe it was easier then but most of them are shits about it now, lording it over elves in Alienages I mean if you've lost everything and had a whole Chantry army crush you and take everything away, maybe it's the only choice you can make to just go where they've given you after instead of more hardship. Doesn't really sound like a choice. Like a false choice.