crystal

[favoriteanalyst]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Mobius
RECIPIENT: All y'all
NOTES: maybe talk of the granitefelling but like not in the body of the post so

So. [Hi, Riftwatch. How does one do one of these? Is it possible to do it well?] Think it's pretty safe to assume Jude's not on some long-term secret mission, unless a division head wants to speak up.

[There's a moment of silence, though if it's simply out of respect or for trying to figure out what to even say, that's up in the air.]

There's some recipes. So we won't be screwing up his pancakes anymore, among a few other things.

I pity whoever gets that room after, though; the wolf hair's gonna be lingering on everything.

Comments

[heirring]

And she has accused our work as being flagrantly irresponsible without understanding it. Are Viktor and I not allowed to defend ourselves?

[grindset]

No, that's not— I-I have no quarrel with Abby, I was simply addressing her concerns—

[heirring]

Well I for one am not content to have her suggest to one of our study's participants that we might happily amputate his limbs given the slightest provocation.

[grindset]

Ehh, not to be pedantic, but he raised that fear himself. She only said 'lose'.

[heirring]

I said she suggested it, I didn't say she said it.

[Pedantry off.]

[grindset]

While implying it was her idea.

[heirring]

Ah yes. In the context of this very specific conversation, Miss Anderson clearly believed Mister Artemaeus might simply misplace his arm entirely by accident through no fault or action of our study.

[altusimperius]

Does she know you took your own?

--and that it didn't just. Fall off, I mean.

[heirring]

The circumstances of that amputation are well documented.

[altusimperius]

Right. Of course.

[laruetheday]

So Abby's supposed to literally lay down her life for Riftwatch, but if she doesn't like something she can just shut up about it. That's how it is, huh?

[heirring]

If she doesn't know what she's talking about, then yes. Maybe she should.

[grindset]

[altusimperius]

[notathreat]

You know that's bullshit, Wysteria.

[heirring]

Is it? I certainly don't tell anyone here how best to do their work, but by all means. I can begin.

[That's a threat.]

[laruetheday]

Go ahead. At this point it's not like it can make you look worse.

[heirring]

Very well, Miss La Rue. I look forward to your next report.

[laruetheday]

I just bet you do.

[heirring]

I do.

Now if you'll excuse me, some of us actually have work to attend to.