guess who's going to gay baby jail.

[kecharitomene]

FORM: Written, in the fancy books
SENDER: Galatea Lourdes
RECIPIENT: Everyone with a book
WHAT: Definitely not Commander Coupe's stolen personal correspondence
WHEN: Immediately before the Mont-de-Marc debacle
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Related to this calm discussion between two adults. There will be no written responses (from Galatea; please feel free to talk amongst yourselves), but if someone wants to have seen Galatea rifling around for writing implements and wonder what an illiterate baby needed those for, feel free to wild card crystal/action up in this bitch.

( the text is written in orlesian, and painstakingly, unsteadily reproduced in a shaky, uncertain hand—as if it had been copied as one might a picture, rather than fully understood. where words in the original piece of text were written close together, they run together undifferentiated; letters are ill-formed and punctuation missing. still, it is sufficiently legible to those who read orlesian to make out the following: )


A,

If not now, when?

Need the Anders come knocking, else the Divine? You are like to fare as well for either. Already new lines are drawn: Phylacteries. Agitators, even the bloody Rifters. Obscurity is a thin shield when we must rattle every line for aid.

If you speak truth, then matters cannot hold; you've lost any safeguard. To hide is a losing proposition: A war of attrition, for all you think yourself free. You place yourself in danger. You place them in it.

I miss you as an absent limb. I recall my promises; I wish to help. But the North has gone from tenuous to trash fire, and I've too many guests to act freely. I cannot lift a hand if it is tied behind my back.

Remember your duty.

L


( your move, coupe. )

Comments

[rathercommon]

[ In a tidy hand: ]

Can someone translate this?

not here

[wroughtamiss]

[Absolutely taking a copy. Solidarity with the Mothers it's what Andraste would've wanted.

Oblig seen Harvestmere 9:44]

[faithlikeaseed]

[It's been a long time since he's read anything in Orlesian and all of that older in syntax than this--and the text is bad and he's not used to reading again, but what he can get is enough to conclude in spidery script,]

this shouldn't be here.

[The words sit for a minute or two before he begins meticulously blotting out the message.

Who knows how long it sat before he found it or who might've seen--and copied--it in the interim, but it's not going to be around much longer.]

((ooc: pretend this happens whenever's convenient for ur dude's ambitions to have seen or not seen this one!!))

[assistente]

[In a neat hand:]

To the Writer of this Message:

The security of these writing books remains largely untested.
A warning if the intention of your correspondence was to be personal.
The Base Operations office is working to improve the security of the writing books.


-Seneschal Salvio Pizzicagnolo