crystal;

[heirring]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Richard Dickerson & Wysteria de Foncé
RECIPIENT: You All
NOTES: The highly scientific results from studying a not-so-recent amputation, and a call for volunteers (don't worry, it's not volunteering to get your limbs chopped off). Wysteria is in blue. Richard is in green.

Hello everyone. This is Madame de Foncé speaking, accompanied by Mister Dickerson. There is a whole report written up on the matter which we wish to discuss today. Anyone curious will find it filed among the Project Felandaris records. However, we agreed [sure that's the word for 'Wysteria bullied Richard into it'] that discussing the broad points in a more public venue might do some good.

Go ahead, Mister Dickerson.

Dissection of Madame de Foncé’s arm revealed extensions of the anchor growing outward along the vascular system, confirming the existing supposition that as much of the affected limb should be taken as possible to ensure an anchor is truly separated from its host.

[ There is an odd beat where it seems likely Mister Dickerson is hoping for Wysteria to chirp back in before he continues: ]

It further appears that lyrium has an affinity for -- [ more quietly ] Rifter flesh, for lack of a more delicate distinction. When exposed to Madame de Foncé’s arm it made a fleeting attempt to regrow the parts of her that were missing. [ So the rest of the Wysteria? Another pause. He doesn’t deign to specify. ]

We believe it may hold promise as a healing agent for Rifters if applied topically.

[Which brings them to the true aim of this whole endeavor, the enthusiasm for which has Wysteria's clipping in so briskly after him that there's almost no pause at all between 'if applied topically,' and—]

And so Mister Dickerson and I would like to make a request for volunteers from among the Rifter population. We would like to make a more thorough study of the effects of lyrium on us. I have prepared a sort of sign up form and have posted it on the door of Project Felandaris' office. If you would please add your name to it, Mister Dickerson, and myself, and indeed the general record would be most grateful.

That's all. Thank you. Ask whatever questions you wish to.

[Slightly muffled then, as if the crystal has been lowered away from the general nexus of conversation, Wysteria continues on in the same breath, 'You see, Mister Dickerson? That wasn't painful in the slightest. I hardly see why you were so hesitant—']

Comments

[detestable]

Oh great, so there's more.

[ >:( ]

You got a plan if your pitch doesn't net you any takers?

[nonvenomous]

Why wouldn't we have takers?

[detestable]

Oh, I don't know. You're making it sound so appealing, who wouldn't want in on this operation?

[nonvenomous]

Short of amputating the arm you rode in on I think you'll find self-interest to be largely pointless in the long term, here.

[detestable]

Is that supposed to be advice?

[nonvenomous]

Just my personal experience. I've also done quite a bit of work with Madame de Foncé.

[ Enough to know she will carry people into volunteering over her head like a leafcutter ant if she needs to. ]

[detestable]

Meaning I gotta be on the look out for some crank trying to jab me while I go up and down all the fucking stairs you got in this place?

[nonvenomous]

Madame de Foncé can be very persuasive.

[ Now there's a thread of tension. Name-calling is rude. ]

[detestable]

[ maybe you're the crank in this scenario, richard. ]

You sure? Persuasive?

[nonvenomous]

I am deadly certain.

[detestable]

Not the word I'd use but hey, some things get lost in translation.