crystal; new phone who dis

[aberratic]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Ness Tavane (aberratic, on behalf of The Forgotten (Julius, Bastien, Clarisse, Viktor (and Isaac)))
RECIPIENT: Everyone
NOTES: Player plot info! Basically: As far as everyone in the Gallows is concerned, the people Ness is talking about just straight up do not exist and never have.

[ the voice that comes over the crystal is a soft, somewhat frazzled soprano. other voices can be heard arguing behind her, but only the tones of frustration and suspicion are audible; the content of the discussion is indistinct. ]

Good afternoon, Riftwatch, this is Quartermaster Ennaris Tavane. We—that is, myself, the Seneschal, Griffon Keeper La Rue, and Messeres Bastien and Viktor, we are being barred from use of the ferry to re-enter the Gallows. Is there anyone available to vouch for us, please? We're all very tired from our return journey and have quite a lot of work to get back to.

Comments

[elegiaque]

Show of hands, narrow down who’s mislaid their crystal.

( presumably she doesn’t mean this turn of phrase literally, or it really won’t help over the crystal. )

[extortionate]

It's not a public boat, mate.

[ to the gallows at large: ]

Before any of you go making ass-er-tions, I didn't pawn any crystals.

[elegiaque]

Very specific denial noted.

[extortionate]

Bet it was a Rifter. Got sucked back into the sky, poof, fell down somewhere —

[aberratic]

Captain Baudin!

[ certainly sounds like someone familiar with gwenaëlle—or, perhaps not, because she sounds happy to hear from her. ]

Please reassure the ferrymaster it's really us, he will not listen to me—

[pathlit]

[ From this crystal comes a snicker. ]

[elegiaque]

Did it sound like I was playing along? Allow me to be clearer.

If you haven’t returned stolen property to the guard on duty by the time I get there to collect it, we will have a problem.

[aberratic]

Captain?

[ again, a voice that sounds genuinely caught off guard, and more than a little distraught. ]

[extortionate]

Wouldn't get enough, fucking things hardly work half the time.

[elegiaque]

( that doesn’t seem relevant to her. )

I didn’t stutter. You have the length of time it takes me to get to the other side of the harbour to consider how you want to explain yourself.

[pathlit]

[ Frysquinting: ] Is this related to the play… wright situation?

[extortionate]

Val Royeaux, they call that method acting. Heard of a guy got so deep, he challenged this chevalier to a duel —

[armd]

(Clearly on her crystal,) I don't have mine.

[sprent]

(Not without sympathy,) Oh no, I thought we established that they weren't to come? (Awkward!)

[elegiaque]

( dryly, ) If you need a hand looking for it, start with the left and then try the right.

[armd]

(Pause.

Then,) Found it, thanks.

[laruetheday]

Will you stop screwing around and let us in?

[armd]

Will you give whatever crystal you found to the ferryman and get off our communication channels?

[bouchonne]

How lovely. Some new volunteers.

[bouchonne]

Stop gossiping about me.

[laruetheday]

Dude, come on, I'm not in the mood.

[extortionate]

They did a good job packing your guts back in. Shame about the face.

[bouchonne]

Truly, it is. I used to be the ugliest man in all of Orlais, until that sword strategically shaved off all the bad bits to make me devilishly handsome. Now I have nothing to make me famous.

[armd]

Yeah, neither are we. If you're planning on joining there are official ways to do that, you can't just steal a crystal and hop into the discussion.

[pathlit]

Maybe it’s their last ditch effort to convince us of their acting chops. Who d’you think they’re supposed to be?