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Crystal

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.

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No, it's that your sincerity is poisoning me.

Seeing things is overrated. Travel is annoying. Romanticizing it is the act of a boring person seeking meaning. It's sleeping in shitty bed after shitty bed--or on the ground--getting eaten alive by insects--bad food--mud on your boots, or in your boots--noise, and people--so many people, each of them worse than the last.

(Wonderously,) The word you're lookin' for is 'positivity'. (Perhaps he's never heard it.) Obviously not everythin' was pleasant all the time, but I found the good outweighed the bad. I don't regret it.

(Although she regrets what put her in that situation in the first place. Mud in the boots pales in comparison.)