CRYSTAL;

[apocalypsegrown]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Sylvie Laufeydottir
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: Talks of birth control, so whatever might come from that.

[ It's later in the afternoon when Sylvie reaches out, the sound of a teacup clinking on the saucer . ]

Two questions for the Rifters who have been here longer than I.

Firstly: Is there anything you've found that works as well as hair bleach in this world, there's a particular look I prefer and it's starting to grow out.

Secondly: There has to be better birth control here than just this disgusting tea isn't there? I feel like someone has to have found and/or concocted up something else by now.

Comments

[heirring]

[From somewhere in the Gallows, a wave of judgement emenates.]

[apocalypsegrown]

♥️

[deuselfmachina]

And why would Rifters know such things? They are known for knowing very little, I thought.

[apocalypsegrown]

We have perhaps a more varied experience in what is available in other worlds and can approximate something similar here. Unless you're the expert I should be asking instead?

private forever;

[icasm]

[ Here's something Loki has not considered prior to this point: Sylvie's feelings on procreation. Having children of her own. Having children with him of all people.

His own feelings on the matter are... complicated. ]

Do you want children? In the greater scheme of things.

[apocalypsegrown]

[ This is her choking on her tea, thanks. Right out the gate with that question Loki? ]

Are you asking in general? or with you? Because either way, I wouldn't be asking on how more effectively to prevent it if I did.

[untiltheyarent]

Goat bladder.

[a beat.]

...for the second one.

[apocalypsegrown]

I was thinking more for me and not for what I can stick on the penis of my partner. Though if there is a goat bladder condom store I'll send them that direction.

[nonvenomous]

[ putting in a rare appearance: ]

I've never seen a half-qunari.

[apocalypsegrown]

I need a little more context. Are you Qunari or is that your preferred lay?

[bouchonne]

[ Guilelessly: ]

Why, aren't you a bit too old for that to be a concern?

[heirring]

[Stop, she'll DIE.]

[apocalypsegrown]

[ WOW. There goes any hope of her ever reconciling with this man. There's a short exhale out her nose, and a pause before- ]

While it would be convenient if that was the case, no. Everything working in tip top shape thanks.

[ That took...about 98% of her self control. ]

oh my GOD

[nonvenomous]

[thereneverwas]

[he's gonna miss him]

oh.

[notathreat]

[illithidnapped]

[Tsk tsk.] Bad boy.

[exequy]

Abstinence.

[apocalypsegrown]

A boring answer. Might as well say "How not to get sunburn, stay inside forever."

[muckspout]

Mud for both questions.

[apocalypsegrown]

What kind of mud are you usually around?

crystal;

[notathreat]

[Every once in a while she gets reminded that this is... a thing.]

Mages might know. Or the healers. Maybe ask Derrica? She'll know who to talk to, anyway.

[apocalypsegrown]

[ That's right, Derrica. ]

Probably have clearer answers than this mess at least.

[doggish]

There are animal intestines they sell in Darktown, if you think you can convince your partner to wear one. Is the tea so bad?

[apocalypsegrown]

It's certainly less convenient than an implant that lasts until you remove it at least. But seeing as the other suggestions are lemon slices, mud, and cabbage I guess I'll have to stick with the tea.

[tender]

[ observing all of this— ]

You could try sponges, soaked in lemon juice. They're more comfortable than a rind.

[notathreat]

How is that in any way comfortable?

[rebellionyell]

To the first wet hair, lemon juice, and a shit ton of sunshine. Or apple cider vinegar if you can find it.

[Not that Dante has to worry about bleaching his hair.]

To the second...the rhythm method? You might be better off just hoovering the tea.

[tender]

Relying on someone else's timing is risky.

[ so yes, the tea. ]

[elegiaque]

Well, if you're only interested in what rifters know, I'll get started on the little booties.

[propulsion]

So far the suggestions on the table from you people involves a relaxing chamomile or a kimchi douche. You holding out on us, Baudin?