Crystal;

[foolsmakeitcolder]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Jude
RECIPIENT: All y'all
NOTES: The first Sunday after New Rifters got dumped in LARPville.

[Jude's voice is low and entirely too damn cheery. Fucker's a morning person.]

Announcement's mostly for the new folks, but for the old folks too: it's pancake Sunday. If you can drag your ass down to the kitchens before noon I will get you a plate. If you come after that, you roll the dice.

This week I'm making home fries. Rifter delicacy. If you have a request, don't be shy about it.

There's a few of you newbies floating around and I know at least some of you from Orientation, so I'll make it easy: if you're new to the Gallows, this invite is especially for you. Come meet some people.


[ooc; Jude is the acting personnel officer, and the touchstone person for new arrivals, especially Rifters. Feel free to say they've met.]

Comments

[grindset]

Good. We physicists love to be wrong.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

[It scares a laugh right out of him, unexpected.]

Why?

[Genuine question, as are any, with him.]

[grindset]

[Good sound.]

In all seriousness, disproving a thing means you've taken a step toward the truth. Not only limited to physics, I should point out—it's the essence of all scientific progress.

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Optimistic approach you've got there. Not a failure, just narrowing things down.

[grindset]

That's the idea.