crystal.

[byblow]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Alistair
RECIPIENT: Everyone
WHAT: Underpants
WHEN: Now
WHERE: Everywhere
NOTES: I spent all my AC points on a shopping crate of underpants and bras so anyone can have 2-3 pieces of modern women's underwear of their choosing xoxoxo you're welcome. You don't have to tag me to handwave that your character snuck in and got some, either!

[ Usually when Alistair bothers everyone on these things, he sounds like he's leaned back in a chair somewhere and making it up as he goes along. This time it sounds like he practiced. ]

I have a box of... things, for women. [ Practice doesn't always make perfect. ] I had to wrestle a merchant who wanted to take them to Val Royeaux, but I won. So they're free! To whoever they fit.

A lot of them sort of. Stretch. [ There are some thoughtful pauses. Anyone who knows him might be able to guess it's because he's playing with whatever it is that stretches. ] But then they go back—

Anyway, you can have them. All of you. And if any women want to take the whole box and share it somewhere people don't feel watched while they look, I'm happy to drag it to you.

That's all.

[ Another pause. And a quiet thwack, the sound of cloth hitting a wall, specifically because he's slingshot a pair of underwear across the room. ]

Ah, thank you.

Comments

[foxsays]

That's perfect, I call dibs. Where do I find you?

[byblow]

The Warden camp, near Zevran's birdhouse—we have a supply tent. I'm between the firewood and the weapons.

[foxsays]

I-- I don't think that's what it's called. [She gambles there at least once a week bruh, she knows.] Please tell me you are keeping the delicate things safe from both of those? No lady wants splinters in her underwear.