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]

Oh, it's exclusively in the form of...illustrations.

[extortionate]

Yeah? Got any you wanna trade?

[bouchonne]

You want to see the illustrations of me ravishing your mother?

[extortionate]

Yeah. They any good? 'M not swapping for some trash what's got stick limbs, circles for eyes.

[bouchonne]

Dear Lazar, that is almost distressingly outre. Or maybe I'm getting old.

[extortionate]

Don't start something you can't finish. 'S what I'm always telling your ma.

[bouchonne]

I can't imagine that my frigid mother would ever be finishing anything.

[extortionate]

You just crawl out on your own?

[bouchonne]

Don't be absurd. I was found in the woods.

[extortionate]

Explains a bit.

[bouchonne]

Have you and your mother always been close?

[extortionate]

Eh, likes my brothers better. Liked — been twenty years, maybe spawn finally got the hag.

[bouchonne]

You're so sentimental.

[extortionate]

But you are a bit, ain't you? Not for the mother.

[ which means this whole conversation circles a more distressing point (for someone more easily distressed)

lazar doesn't own much in the way of social graces. or maybe, more accurately: he doesn't own a lot of interest in deploying them. but he likes byerly. enough that, having found his finger jammed between ribs, he'll only twist so hard. besides — ]

You ever fuckin' come into the Gallows any more?

[bouchonne]

[ Hm. The not so-hard-twisting is noted. Appreciated, really. ]

Now and again, when I want to remind myself how good I have it not being there. You should come by our civilized environs for dinner sometime.

[extortionate]

Sure. Sing out when the guards're gone.

[ illegal looting is such a loaded phrase for assisting in kirkwall's cleanup ]

[bouchonne]

With pleasure. I'll hold you to it.