crystal.

[cozen]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Bastien
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: Threadjacking etc. always welcome.

Hello, everyone. I have a little project—I think it might serve us to have some agreed-upon replies to hard questions. Say someone asks you what is a rifter. Or they ask if it is true we once housed the mage Anders. The kind of thing where a wrong answer might cause us some trouble.

We will not settle on the right answers today. That will a longer conversation with the Diplomacy Division, I think. If you had a very clever answer that impressed someone very much, you are welcome to share it, of course, but right now I really want to know what difficult questions you have been asked while you are working, or while you are out in the city, or when your mother writes to you worried about the company you are keeping—although it does seem like most of us are not being written to by any mothers.

Separate question, if you have a living parent who writes to you, say so.

Comments

[bouchonne]

“Why isn’t the war over yet” is a dreadful one I hear now and again.

[cozen]

By now and again you must mean every night, from me.

[bouchonne]

And every morning, from myself, as I look in the mirror. Are there any answers to that question that you'd actually be satisfied with?

[cozen]

The damage Corypheus did with the Breach has affected the passage of time, so what feels like ten years has in fact only been five. Or maybe two and a half.

Two and half.

[bouchonne]

Clever. And that means that I'm still in my early twenties.

[elegiaque]

Were we Riftwatch yet, when Anders was here? You're thinking of the Inquisition is awfully conveniently right there.

[cozen]

There was some overlap—months, I think. But we might still be able to get away with framing it as choosing to send him away once it was our choice.

[elegiaque]

Enough of us were pleased to be shot of him you'd have a difficult time proving otherwise.

[cozen]

[ He lacks interest in either defending Anders or dissing him, out loud, in public, but his smile is audible. ]

I'll take it to the division.

[elegiaque]

( she experienced one entire sad feeling about his death, and it was super weird. )

As far as rifters are concerned, people who are fighting on your behalf, too goes a fair way. Certainly, the people part.

[grindset]

I seem to recall being hounded by visitors bearing a lengthy and invasive survey.

[cozen]

Our dramatist friends? They were very curious. But not very pointed, I thought.

[grindset]

Not as pointed as they could have been, no... and still, some of the answers they received compelled the Scoutmaster to make an address.

[cozen]

Fair point. Maybe we could do with a general instruction to not volunteer information about—well, anything Research is doing. Unless it's been cleared.

[grindset]

Agreed. At the Provost's discretion.

[extortionate]

Anyone doesn't wanna write their ma, I'll do it.

[cozen]

For free?

[extortionate]

I'm a giver.

[bouchonne]

I believe I'm in correspondence with your mother, actually.

[extortionate]

Do big print, never learned to fuckin' read.

[thereneverwas]

[is it true the mages just run rampant and hold positions of power, wasn't that your job to manage once upon a time, do you think your lot might be making it worse,]

My, er, sister wonders why we won't just hurry up and kill Corypheus. If we've got people who can open the sky, and all.

[cozen]

That's a good one. Merci.

Is your sister in Ferelden?

[thereneverwas]

Aye, Crestwood.

[cozen]

I did not know you were in touch! What is she like?

[thereneverwas]

Ahhhh, [a long stalling sound,] angry.