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[trashlife]

FORM: sending crystal
SENDER: Minka
RECIPIENT: Everyone with a crystal
WHAT: Minka's trying to get her bearings
WHEN: Mid-Firstfall, during the Nevarra expedition
WHERE: Shes in Kirkwall, but this message is going out to all.
NOTES: Reminder to check out her permissions post if talk of abuse is something she shouldn't bring up to your character. Not saying it will in her first post, but just to cover my bases.

[ Well this is just great. Here Minka thought she'd show up, they'd put a pair of tweezers to her hand, and out would come the bit of green Fade magic bullshit. Not so, she's now learned. And she's stuck here unless she wants to be in excruciating pain. Super.

It takes her several tries to start up the crystal correctly and when it is, there's the sound of deep breaths and whispered words: "Okay, okay, I can do this. Okay. Just fucking get it over with. Do it, you fucker. Do it. Okay, okay.... okay." ]

How does anybody find anything around this damned place? Like, yeah, I know how to find the stables: just follow the smell. Same with the kitchens. But you lot have completely changed this place since I was last here and I can't find shit. I'm lucky I ran into someone who knew someone who handed out these crystal things.

Would it kill you to put up more signs? And by signs, I mean signs with pictures on them. Not all of us got a fancy schooling to learn how to read.

[ She mutters under her breath. It's something about nugs. ]

Anyway, does anybody do favors around here? I need someone to write a letter for me. Preferably a dwarf, but I'll take who I can get. In exchange, I'll run messages for you in Kirkwall for a week. I just have to let my employers know I ain't coming back for awhile.

[ Because of this stupid freaking shard in her hand, but she doesn't say that. ]

Comments

[trashlife]

Orzammar? No thanks.

[ Lucky for her, Minka has no reputation to ruin, so she says what she thinks. ]

I don't plan to suck up and play nice with a place like that.

[ragweed]

[She can't know how badly her words hit him, how much he viscerally repels against any idea that any part of him would want to make nice with the steaming pile of nugshit that is that thaig. Kit sets the crystal aside for a moment and rubs his eyebrows.

When he speaks again, though, his tone remains easy, affable.] All right, suit yourself. No harm done.

[He lets it go.]

[trashlife]

[ She can't know, and probably wouldn't get it until beat over the head with the fact, so she doesn't know that her words have had an impact. ]

So how long you been above ground?

[ragweed]

Since just after the Blight, [he replies, glad to let the subject shift.] I came up with my unit to fight the darkspawn in Denerim, and.. just liked the sunshine, I guess.

What about you? You're a topsider, I take it.

[trashlife]

Yeah. Never handled letters into Orzammar, but I've been at the markets outside it. And I've lived in the mountains in tunnels and stuff, so I've been underground, I guess. But mostly I stay out in the sunshine too.