Crystal

[sprent]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Gela, in the early evening
RECIPIENT: Youse guys
NOTES: Do go on ☺️

(Cheerfully, in a bright voice that is Nevarran eventually, after one parses through the vocal funk,) Hello!

My name's Gela Baynrac and I'm a bit new. I've spent round about a month here now- I think, haven't been countin'- but I belong to your wonderful Diplomacy division, and I've got a favour to ask of you all.

Any gossip about? Maybe what you're lookin' forward to in the next month, or anythin' curious overheard while visitin' our neighbours– that kind of thing. It's part of our job to keep records, and mine, as you can imagine, are sparse. So if you've heard anythin' especially delicious lately, I'd love to know about it too.

Naturally, the office is always open for reports if you don't wish to speak aloud! Go well.

Comments

[notathreat]

Every chance I get.

[The report file upstairs says otherwise, but-]

[exsecutus]

And now it's on the record. I wouldn't want to be you when the Spymaster listens to all of this gossip.

[notathreat]

Do they even fire Rifters?

[exsecutus]

Imprison them unjustly. No one talks about it because everyone forgets the Rifters exist after a few months.

[notathreat]

Who's down there, then?

[exsecutus]

Georg.

[notathreat]

Georg.

[exsecutus]

Georg.

A tragedy that he's already been forgotten.

[notathreat]

[...]

You're full of shit.

[TINY bit of doubt!]

[exsecutus]

Why would I lie.

[notathreat]

A million reasons. But right now I think it's because you just like pulling people's strings, and Rifters are easy targets.

[exsecutus]

An incisive and cutting assessment.

On the other hand, you could be misinterpreting me. I could be in mourning for poor forgotten Georg. Languishing in a dungeon. I've been in dungeons, they're no holiday.

[notathreat]

Could be.

Sounds easy to prove.

[exsecutus]

Maybe.

[notathreat]

Maybe?

[exsecutus]

You don't know how deep this goes. How thoroughly this secret will be protected.

[notathreat]

I can't believe you've put me in mortal danger.

[Mock-outrage, but hiding a laugh.]

[exsecutus]

I'm nearly sure you'll survive.

[Nearly. Can't get too complimentary.]

Only wish I could say the same for Georg.

[notathreat]

Sounds like Georg is fucked no matter what we do.

[Poor Georg.]

[exsecutus]

It's all right. He's a shit. Something else everyone's forgotten.

[notathreat]

Is that what landed him in prison?

[exsecutus]

If people around here got sacked for being a shit, we'd have a smaller organization to manage.

Much smaller.

[notathreat]

So he was an enormous shit, then.

[exsecutus]

Like you wouldn't believe.

[notathreat]

Okay. Tell me something he did.