Greetings, this is Inessa Serra of the Rifts and the Veil project. I'm here to ask for the assistance of any who bear anchors and would be agreeable to answering a (hopefully short) survey for our records. All information is confidential and will not be shared beyond approved Inquisition personnel. If this interests you, please stop by and pick up a form at my office or just outside it, on the sixth floor of the central tower. If you hear a mabari barking, you're headed in the right direction. I look forward to any replies and thank you for you time.

[Private to project members]

Consider this an impromptu crystal-meeting. I thought it might be more convenient for all involved.

I'm aware that many are hurting at this time. A valued member of the Inquisition has been lost to us, through her own anchor. If you were close to her, you have my condolences, and I understand if you must take time away to grieve. Siuona was the first to succumb to this fate; it's my hope that she will be the last, but for that to occur, our research must persist. To that end, I welcome a proactive approach. If there is an angle you think we ought to be pursuitng, mention it here and we can work on it together. Even if an idea is half-formed and you are wondering as to it's feasibility, don't be afraid to contribute. We will learn nothing by holding back.

[Having cleared the air on that, she sounds a little more energetic.] If you've looked through the survey, you will have seen mention of potential anchor-monitoring for those willing to volunteer their time. I am looking for volunteers on our end, as well. At the moment, the plan is simply to record any changes witnessed or told to us. If you're interested, I can note that as well. Otherwise, I open this meeting up to members at large.

How d'you leave a thing if a thing was always you? [Not the best opening line, he needs to back up a bit.  Compared to last time on the crystals where it was putting on an old pair of boots that don't fit right now, it's not as bad as before.  Less sharp.  Just someone deflated as if they've been trying to climb a thing only to consider their stamina for the venture.]  Like say you grew up with a story taught in the cold, dark, damp but it was all yours in your bones same as that thing so even if it was full of knives those are your knives, and you're not some soft thing. And the story was about some siblings who go out one day by the docks. One get gets caught in a rope and the other one ties themselves to it to haul the other in but they both drown. They get called sentiment and hope.

[Carta bedtime stories aren't like your typical bedtime stories.  Yngvi is aware of that, thanks, the embarrassed almost laugh gives it away.]

So say that was your bedtime story, and you-- you were complicit in big things but you grew up that way so you were a kid, and you ate all your siblings because otherwise they ate you... how do you leave? I mean can you? Or do things grind you up to dust and swallow you down instead?

If anyone here is secretly possessed, I need to speak with you.

[ That's all.

No, wait: ]

This is not a trap.

[ There. ]

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