crystal

[wroughtamiss]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Deacon and Myrobalan
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Confess your weird magic Inquisition
WHEN: Throughout the month
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES:
HERE is the survey sheet if you want to just fill it out that way. HERE are the assignment details. Also if you've got a rifter and/or a non-loyalist mage who'd like to be part of this please PM Deacon's journal and we'll sort it since they'd include one of each to try to get better coverage.
There's the option to self-report via npc if your character wouldn't but you'd like to. If you'd like to report on other characters please check with that player first but I know we got spies and shady folks and that's fun but let's make it fun for everyone!

Greetings Inquisition. In light of the negotiations some of your number participated in there are of course promises to be upheld on the Inquisition's end. Namely concerning magic or abilities those among you called rifters possess not native to Thedas as well as magic outside the Circle.

If you'd complete this survey, you'd have our gratitude. If you will have it, you'll have the Chantry's gratitude too: I needn't have to tell you the importance of not sitting idle, all of you.

We'll be available if you'd rather do this in person but copies of the survey are available in the Chantry Relations office.

As with the medical surveys and the information we’re keeping on the shardbearers, this will be maintained--and transferred to the Chantry--under a cipher. If you’ve further concerns about what might be done with what we’ve gathered, [and Myr’s tone says he very well knows there will be,] I’d ask you bring them to me as the new head of Chantry Relations.

[Not for him this whole formal announcement stuff; or, more likely, he’s had too much on his mind to make one. Nevertheless, a splinter of his usual humor:] I’ll be with the surveys in the office.

Comments

[heirring]

[Because we both know that the only reason we're talking about this at all is so one of us can feel productive in comparison, isn't it? But that's so rude a thing that even Wysteria bites her tongue around it in favor of:]

It's not a joke. That's what I'm good at.

[Which is true enough.]

[rathercommon]

Okay? I'm not asking what you're good at. I'm brilliant at fixing machines when they get jammed up, but that doesn't matter here. I'm asking what skills you can bring to the problems this world's got.

[heirring]

Aren't my skills and what I'm good at one and the same?

[rathercommon]

Yeah, they are. But I'm trying to get you to give me skills that are useful. Like, what use would dancing be?

[heirring]

Quite a lot of gossip and schemeing and business gets done at parties while dancing, you know.

[Not that she's every been particularly keen on those last two.]

[rathercommon]

And do you do the gossip and scheming and business? And for what?

[heirring]

No, but I think I'd be capable of it. And certainly I'd be perfectly comfortable in that atmosphere, which I don't believe can be said for everyone.

[Not naming names.]

I think I could make a rather conniving spy given the right opportunity.

[No you wouldn't, Wysteria.]

[rathercommon]

[ Dismissively: ]

You talk too much.

[heirring]

[Cue a blustering sound that must translate to 'Excuse you?!']

[rathercommon]

What - don't tell me that's a surprise, hearing me say that. Spies don't talk nearly as much as you do. They keep their mouths shut and listen.

[heirring]

Well you can't very well listen to much if the other person isn't engaged in conversation, now can you?

[So there.]

[rathercommon]

[ A little sigh - ]

Typically, you try to listen in on other people talking to each other.