Can't stop won't stop

[justice_is_blond]

FORM: Sending crystal
SENDER: Myrobalan Shivana and Anders
RECIPIENT: All denizens of the Gallows
WHAT: At long last, a cure for Rifter Valley Fever.
WHEN: whenever
WHERE: wherever
NOTES: None applicable.

Good evening.

[Anders’ voice is tired, but calm and collected.]

As we set up to make sure we reach everyone, we have an announcement: we've found the cures. Myr?

[If someone can sound gently frazzled, Myr does.] Magebane first, to clear up the infestation. You should’ve gotten yours by now, but if we’ve missed someone, [all too likely they have,] you can stop by the infirmary for it. Serah Colin is managing our supply.

[There’s a too long-pause and a half-audible aside--something about “forgetting”--before he adds,] Rifters will want to speak to Madame de Cedoux since she’s not liable to forget you’re here.

That's the easy bit. [There's the noise of papers and then Anders continues:]

Rifters, we need you to bring an object you're willing to be bound to for a few hours. It's temporary, and it will stabilize your presence here for the other two stages. If you don't have one, we'll provide books.

The third step is a little complicated. Rifters need to experience and process a lot of different emotions, the more complex, the better. You're becoming like spirits; this will establish your… personhood, so to speak.

Non-Rifters, if there's something out of place in your living quarters, or things you can't remember getting, you may have strong ties to a Rifter and they may need your help for this third step. The binding should mean that you'll be able to remember them and their significance to you when you see them.

[There's a pause and a quiet huff of air.] It may take time and work. Patience will be key.

The Lady Thevenet, Enchanter Hawthorne, and Serah Averesch will be helping with the binding process.

And if that all weren’t complicated enough, [gentle sarcasm,] there’s one additional step, once you’re feeling like your old selves again. You’ve come loose from Thedas in all of this, and you’ll need to have one of our templars reinforce your being a part of the world and not the Fade.

I’m told the process can be disorienting, but it’ll also be very brief. Ser Ashlock has volunteered himself for that.

[Anders clears his throat.]

Potentially more than merely disorienting, as one who has… experienced that. But as you'll be bound the effects should be lessened, and know that we would not call in a Templar to do this unless absolutely necessary.

Once you're cured, Rifters, please check in with myself or Myrobalan so we can check your name off the list; we need to make certain no one is missed.

If you've any questions, please ask. We'll be here until the last Rifter is cured.

Comments

[laurenande]

"Fear," Galadriel admits without reservation. Of all the things that concern her, appearing more powerful than she is, that is no longer among them.

"For what may become and what is already in motion," Galadriel adds and shifts her grip, holding her tether closer. "If you wish to aid me, I will not deny you, but I can offer you no council either."

[justice_is_blond]

He nods. Fear is easy to understand.

"So what we need to do is tap into other emotions. Ones that are more complicated than fear, but even variety will help. When... When I forgot you, what else did you feel? Were you sad? Mad? Did you feel smug about a mere man failing?"

The mere man may always sting a little, but if it helps her he's going to try it.

[laurenande]

At that, she manages to take some offense and recoils from him just slightly. He is leading the question, that is the point of what he is attempting, she knows that, but she cannot restrain her reaction.

"I do not take pleasure in the failings of Men," Galadriel corrects him, sharply. "I was saddened for you, but I feared for this world just as I feared death."

She considers him, and his overt apology, and tries to conjure some thing else to say.

"I am glad you recall now, enough to malign me at least."

[justice_is_blond]

Anger, or irritation, at least. He's always been unfortunately good at hitting those notes in people.

He might as well keep on it and hope that no lasting damage is done.

"Have people forgotten you before in your home? Is that why you grew so upset? Or is the fact that most are forgotten after their deaths and it felt like dying?"

[laurenande]

That is an incendiary question and one that inspires a wave of anger and sorrow in equal measure. Her expression shifts between the two like a flame flickering in a strong wind.

"It matters not," she says and takes a deep breath. "You have remembered me now, as have many others."

[justice_is_blond]

He feels guilty about causing the reaction and it shows on his face... but it's something that had to be done.

"Does it truly not matter? If history doesn't matter, then what is the point of anything we do, anything you do? I'd not particularly mind being forgotten for a change, but it does matter to you, Galadriel. Don't push this to the back of your mind because you wish to be more noble. Hold on to it. Hold on to everything you're feeling, because that's part of who you are."

[laurenande]

"Who I am?" She starts, her voice rising with indignation. "You presume to lecture me on who I am? You, you short-lived, short-sighted, poisoned mortal creature, presume to tell me who and what is held within my mind? Within my fea?"

She shifts, her hands falling to her sides as her anger rises, palpably, around her. Her notes creak under the pressure of her grip.

"My nobility is not in question, nor is the history of fools like you questioning me something that should be discussed."

[justice_is_blond]

Anders looks down despite himself. This is good, she's clearly worked up and she's tapping back into who she is with her anger, but that doesn't change the sting of her words. He takes a breath before glancing around, because he can't take a whole lot more of this. No one seems to be available at the moment but poking more, prodding more, and getting more words, on top of everything else is just too much.

He stands. "Perhaps I should stop presuming for now." Another can take his place in helping her emote. She means all she's saying, and while he absolutely, deliberately provoked her words, that knowledge doesn't make them feel any better.

With a nod, he's departing. There are other patients he can help with, and someone else will likely assist her very soon here.