therookery | [Open] One does not simply wake up

FORM: Crystal.
SENDER: Delphine Cormier
RECIPIENT: All other crystal baring people.
WHAT: Apologies for her complete denial of this place being real, and a couple of requests.
WHEN: Now.
WHERE: Everywhere.
NOTES: So she was brought into the game after being shot and recovering, which means so far she's believed this whole ordeal to be some kind of drug induced dream. Until she's slowly come to realize she isn't waking up, she can read, the text is fixed (which isn't so supposed to happen in dreams) and everything is too real.

[ Whoever was speaking, they had a very obvious French accent and sounded flat. She probably rehearsed this many times before finally doing this. ]

Hello. This is Delphine Cormier, I suppose this is long overdue. I'm a rifter, as you people call it. I'd like to apologize to any of you I've possibly offended for not completely believing this to be true. [ A small pause, there was just a hint of weakness in her voice and she had to stop and compose herself. She didn't know who this was going to reach, she couldn't risk exposing herself. ] And thank the ones that have helped me so far, I'm afraid I haven't caught the names of some of you, but you should know I appreciate your assistance.

I'd like to ask if there was anyone willing to explain the current situation to me, and what is expected from as a rifter. [ Whatever this was, she believed if she did her job this might mean she could be sent back to her world sooner. ] As the information I've gathered so far isn't adequate.

[ Whatever she was doing while talking it probably took it's toll on her, as she sounded slightly out of breath and there was a barely audible whimper. ]

I'd also like to know who to speak to for... [ Help? Now that was definitely showing too much. ] medical assistance.

[ After a longer pause, she takes a deep breath. This part is said very hesitantly. ]

Lastly, I apologize I haven't completely gotten the hang of using the crystal so I'm not entirely sure how to make something private. With that said, Cosima I'd like to speak with you, if you don't mind.

Good day.

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Yeah, yeah.

[She's half grumbling, but only half. There's a lot they still need to sort out, but Cosima can't deny that some small part of her is comforted for having a familiar face - this one in particular - nearby.]

Don't go making it a habit, okay? I don't think it's good for my blood pressure, you getting shot.

I can't make any promises, as long as I'm playing my part. But I can assure you I won't be shot again, at least not while we're here.

[ Now getting blasted away by magic or attacked by monsters? That's another subject. ]

À bientôt?

Yeah. See you soon.

[And then they'll really talk.]