Posted in the Courtyard | OTA

[aforethought]

FORM: Message board flyer
SENDER: It Is A Mystery
RECIPIENT: All personnel
WHAT: Your new job postings
WHEN: Whenever people are around, waves hands vaguely
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: This is extremely official.

ATTN: NEW ASINMENTS

FIND YORS BELO

FIRST INITCHAL:

A — ESKORT
B — DETANE
C — DUEL
D — SEDUSE
E — ATTAK
F — FIND
G — DISKOVER
H — COVER UP
I — MARRY
J — DRINK WITH
K — STEEL FROM
L — TEECH
M — “HI 5” (? ? ?)
N — LEAD
O — FOLLO
P — FORGIV
Q — AVENJ
R — PUNCH
S — PUNCH HARDER
T — PUNCH REEL REEL HARD
U — RITE ON
V — LIKK
THE REST — CRY OVER

DIVISHEN:

FORSES — 1 OF THEM TEMPLAR STATCHUS
SCOWTING — 16 ANTIVAN CROWS
REESERCH — ANOTHER KRAYKEN BUT ITS BIGGER
DIPLOMECY — FAKE ROYALTY
NONE — NOTHING WHY ARE YOU REEDING THIS

BIRTH MONTH:

WINTERMARCH — IN THE WEST APROWCH
GARDEEN — NEXT TO A RIFT
DRAKONISS — AT THE BOTOM OF THE SEE
CLOWDREECH — IN SOME FLASH ORLAY PALACE
BLOOMINGTIED — IN THE DUNJENS UNDER AREST
JUSTINEEAN — IN THE MAKERS BOSSOMS
SOLAS — IN THE FROZEN WASTE
MATRINALIS — IN A LIBERARY BUT IN THE FADE
KINGSWAY — IN THE MIDLE OF THE WOODS BEARFOOT
HARVESTMEER — ON YOUR OWN FUNERAL PIRE
FIRSTFALL — ON SOMEONE ELSES FUNERAL PIRE
HAREENG — REDAKTED
I DUNNO I DONT KEEP TRACK OF THAT PONSEE SHIT — OWTSIDE SOME FLASH ORLAY PALACE WEAR REAL FOLKS LIV FERELDEN MAY BE

 

AGE:

KID — AT DAWN
GROWN — AT MIDNITE
GROWN BUT STUPID — AT NOON
OLD — WHEN YOU DAMN WELL FEEL LIKE IT NOT A SEKOND BEFOR

 

RIFTER?:

YA — BECAUSE WE SAID SO
NA — BECAUSE WE SAID SO

Comments

crystal

[misdirection_hex]

I'm licking fake royalty in a library, but in the Fade?

Even the spirit librarians are going to hate me. I can't catch a break.

[aforethought]

[ why is he talking to her what did she do ]

Dunno. [ warily ] Reckoned y'all would've had weirder dreams.

[misdirection_hex]

[you'll never know until it's too late]

Oh, I've had plenty of objectively weirder dreams, but none of them tend to involve licking anyone in public.

[this is an absolute baldfaced lie, but Melys doesn't need to know these things.]

Dreams aside, I meant to thank you for the Satinalia gift. I'm putting it to good use.

[aforethought]

[ oh fuck, he knows. how does he know. who told him — ]

Yeah? Don't keep great in tanks or nothing, [ mages keep all sorts of weird ominous shit around ] Don't think the shits know what t'do with water ain't half-scum.

[misdirection_hex]

[this is what happens when you give Myr things that food can be made out of, Melys. he will enlist Vandelin to make them edible, and then your secrets will be laid bare.

--of course, this now begs the question of what he was supposed to do with them otherwise, and the slight pause before he answers is the equivalent of deer-in-headlights panic from people who are not Vandelin.]

Fortunately, I don't have to worry about keeping them. They made damn good pie. The freshwater kind always do. I haven't gotten to make lamprey pie since-- [since the Hinterlands, where the traditional "boil them in their own blood" recipe was ideal for cutting down on ingredients. and there wasn't exactly pie crust to be had, or seasoning, or...anything but the blood.]

--Maker knows, but it's been a while. I missed it.