crystal.

[byblow]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Alistair
RECIPIENT: Everyone around the Gallows
WHAT: A survey
WHEN: Nowish
NOTES: This is only partly my fault

[ Let it be said that Alistair has backed down from all manner of challenges and dares and weird games of chicken, if they were stupid and he wasn't in the mood, but also let it be said that he hasn't backed down from this specific one. ]

I know we're all very busy preventing the world from ending, but if I could have a moment of your time for some important questions—

First, I need to know what sorts of things you consider good-looking, in a man, generally speaking. It doesn't matter if you're attracted to men or not, before anyone feels the need to explain their love lives to me. I only need to know what sort of man-faces you think are pleasant.

And then I need to know if you think Byerly Rutyer is good looking enough to make up for not being a nice man.

And he'd also like to know how much money each of you have. I think that's important for you to know before you answer the nice man part.

Comments

[elegiaque]

And absolutely none of what I am yours.

[bouchonne]

Yes, yes, very impressive, you're perfectly independent and have no time for my tomfoolery. Noted. Do you really think I'm not handsome?

[coquettish_trees]

So I have long believed.

[elegiaque]

I'm sure there are plenty of people in the world who like that sort of thing.

[bouchonne]

And my voice is a gift.

[bouchonne]

You're trying to injure me. Why would you try to injure me?

[coquettish_trees]

And such a fine gift it is! You ought to wrap it grandly, as it deserves.

Have you considered the virtue of several ribbons about the mouth?

[bouchonne]

Would you like to apply them?

[elegiaque]

I don't think it's very injurious that I don't personally find you appealing. 'Man-faces I think pleasant' do not include 'ones that suggest my lord's fondness to have been vaguely narcissistic'.

[coquettish_trees]

I would be most pleased to aid you in this endeavor; I do have a certain way with tying things, after all.

[bouchonne]

Come now. Your lord's fondness was engendered by a combination of my charm and his charitable spirit.

[elegiaque]

Well, I don't like to speak on things I don't know.

[bouchonne]

Surely he spoke of me.

[bouchonne]

Then please, do. Wrap me and then unwrap me.

[coquettish_trees]

Oh, no. Gifts need occasions. You shall stay wrapped until Satinalia.

[elegiaque]

Quite possibly.

( it isn't even a byerly-particular implication, that she wasn't listening. she just often wasn't. )

[bouchonne]

But the longer I stay wrapped, the more deprived people will be?

[bouchonne]

Ugh. You're utterly destroying me, Gwenaelle. You know I hunger for nothing like I hunger for gossip about me.

[elegiaque]

He must have spoken of you, I did recognise the name.

[bouchonne]

But that doesn't do me any good. As penance, you must gossip about me to someone.

[coquettish_trees]

Just so! Is it not much finer to recieve something after having been deprived of it for so long?

[elegiaque]

I spoke to Alexandrie about you immediately, so I'll consider my conscience clear.

[bouchonne]

Ahhh. What did you say?

[bouchonne]

Absolutely not. One must indulge shamelessly at all times.

[elegiaque]

Nothing flattering.