crystal.

[mournwitch]

FORM: A crystal message
SENDER: Athénaïs Tavarys
RECIPIENT: All y’all

( the voice that comes across the crystals is a woman’s, nevarran accented, likely familiar to some— maybe some more than others. she’d joined riftwatch in nevarra, following them back to kirkwall from the necropolis alongside professor volkarin; presently, she’s set herself up in the thaig, which is where she’s reaching out to the crystals from,

though it’s not only her voice audible. there’s a slightly muffled cacophony of hideous grinding sounds in the background as she opens, )

So, is someone missing an incredibly mobile teapot.

Comments

[anthracite]

[ when he speaks, it's often a little slow, a little soft. the sort of deliberation that suggests close listening.

(that allows him to hide the hard gutter of ander —) ]

Oh, fuck off.

[ — there it is. ]

[dirthsal]

Do you intend for all of us to be hearing whatever this spat is, or...

[ please take your lover's tiff off the crystals, he doesn't get paid enough by riftwatch OR fen'harel for this. ]

[sprent]

... No, but I'd like to own one.

[inmycare]

I know the teapot you mean. She's not mine, but she belongs to my roommate; I can come and fetch her in the meantime. Where are you?

[reparo]

[ very much going to not eavesdrop on the very public argument (which she also doesn't fully understand), but -

teapot! ]

Mobile in what way? Is it doing a little dance, or putting the tea leaves inside itself on its own?

[corpsestuff]

By what means is it mobile?

[He's going to ignore the spat. Mostly.