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[alankazam]

FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Alan Fane
RECIPIENT: Kirkwy'all
WHAT: Mapquest
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: It Is a Mystery
NOTES: ???

Hello —

 

[ hi guys. ]

 

— Does anyone know where I am?

Comments

[indocile]

Alan.

( a beat. relenting; )

Describe to me.

[alankazam]

[ what, this happens to everyone probably ]

It’s dark and wet. The air’s heavy. There were people, but that was a while back now.

[indocile]

A building? A cave?

[alankazam]

They aren't so different, are they?

[ not the moment for that digression, probably. he considers: ]

It started out like a building. But under the floor now, it's more of a cave. There's water. A boat, but a very small one — I don't think it was very good.

[ or the people who'd used it might have been their own help at directions ]

[indocile]

Did you use the boat or did you -

( how is she making that flapping sound. is it snapping towels at passersby. it might be. )

[alankazam]

The — 

[ he tries to imitate the sound, unsuccessfully. you can't see his arms, but they're waving really hard to try and get the effect.

(if his grandmother still had a grave, her ashes would be rolling in it) ]

— Not the boat.

[indocile]

Maybe you could try the boat, and see where it comes out?

[alankazam]

I don't know that the boat's going to be very helpful.

[ "it's half-submerged and full of skeletons" is ordinarily something he'd just, you know, say. but after their gallows encounter, he's vaguely aware margaux's not the audience. ]

[indocile]

( a stand up bro, that alan. )

Can you come out the way you went in and look for something familiar?

[alankazam]

Good idea. I'll try burning the door —

[ or use the handle, like a normal person,

(there is no handle, there is no one normal here) ]

[indocile]

Is it badly blocked?

[provenforce]

[rly dude, rly.]

You know we can't see you, don't you?

[alankazam]

[ blithely, ]

If anyone does, I have black hair and round ears.

[onlyhymns]

...is it... um... bigger than a breadbox?

[alankazam]

[ good question. hm. ]

I suppose... that depends on how much bread.

[onlyhymns]

How much bread do you think would fit?

[alankazam]

At least,

[ he considers ]

Three. Three hundred? Probably more. I suppose that depends on how big the bread is. A lot more than at least three.

[onlyhymns]

Hm. That's a lot.

...probably bigger than a breadbox.

[alankazam]

I don't know that anyone would store bread here, anyway. You'd get mold.

[in_death_sacrifice]

Is this some sort of rhetorical question? Pondering the meaning of your existence, are you?

[But he doesn't doubt that Alan can be an odd guy sometimes, so maybe there's something else to it.]

[alankazam]

[ a beat,]

What makes a question rhetorical?

[ is that one too ]

[in_death_sacrifice]

Typically, it's a question to which you don't expect a true answer. Something asked when you have some other point...

So I suppose what I actually want to know is... are you truly lost, or is there something else to this?

[alankazam]

[ were alan another sort of person, he might point out that kain's very well answered his own question. but he's not, you know, that much of a dick. ]

There's always something to everything. But I'm lost.

[ and a little too distracted by the skeletons right now to be properly distracted by the possibilities of philosophy, for once — ]

[in_death_sacrifice]

Right, of course… but how can you expect anyone to tell you where you are if you don’t describe the area?

[Though, hm, Kain is not too familiar with Kirkwall, so this may be a bit of a challenge on many levels.]

[alankazam]

Someone might have seen me, wouldn't they?

[ seems reasonable to him ]

[in_death_sacrifice]

Well... I suppose I can't exactly argue against that logic. They may have. I'd not have thought of asking in that way, but... hopefully it works.