FORM: Sending Crystal
SENDER: Porpentina Goldstein
RECIPIENT: All with a crystal
WHAT: ??? someone trying???
WHEN: post-announcement, a few days/a week after
WHERE: Gallows
NOTES: n/a
[There's a quiet moment even after she started her message-- She doesn't use the crystal often and doesn't intend to use it more now. But there is something she wants to say. She's waited and not, days later, she's determined.]Good afternoon. You'll have to forgive me-- I neither use the crystals often nor am much of a public speaker. This might just be my first and last message. That's to be decided.
[A beat.] I'm a rifter and-- as you can guess-- the recent uproar is something that is both one I've thought about often and am opposed to. But that's not exactly why I'm here today-- Well, no. I
am, but in a different sort.
Look at this in our point of view: We're brought here, by means none of us know. We have to accustom to a life far away from our homes, our families, and livelihoods. We're expected to quickly acclimate and help out, or not in some cases. A difficult gesture when I imagine for many of us this is... Far different from what we've been taught.
It is not a matter of willfully being ignorant of the going ons here in Thedas. The unfortunate circumstance is that we, more than anyone, have to pay attention, to learn... Or be called, what? Demons? We're well aware of our circumstances and what any wrong move will deem whatever your people think of us as true. It's a fact and at least I myself keep my head down over--
But we learn, we experience, we live here... Yet, someone proposed an interesting question: How many of
you take the time to learn about
us?
[A beat and she's quick to add:] The Inquisition provides food and shelter, this is undeniable. That reason is the one in which I've tried to do my part in the scouting division. But you do it out of necessity, as we've heard too often recently we're a "valuable resource".
[That's the sound of bitterness, tbh. And she's careful with her next words.]I go by Tina. My full name is Porpentina Esther Goldstein.
[On her side, she grimaces before adding:] You can tell why I'd go simply by Tina. But my name... It's also one my parents gave me, and in many ways it's very
Jewish. And I mightn't call myself particularly religiously Jewish but you don't live in New York without seeing it-- there's quite a lot of us there.
[Jewish people, at least in the 20s.] For me a phylactery is different.
They're also called
tefillin. It's worn during morning prayer as a reminder of being led out of a land called Egypt. It's not something I've ever done for a number of reasons, but I'm sure you can understand why
your version leaves me uncomfortable. For even more than my knee-jerk reaction.
[Another pause and she takes a breath:] It's a joke, to me, trying to find a life here. I've come to understand the likelihood of being trusted here is very slim, because to you I'll be gone soon. And I hope I am-- Because my sister isn't here. My job is to protect people, I'm a law enforcer. Yet, here, it feels as if I'll be lucky to be able to go out at night on my own.
I've no secrets to hide. Ask 'em if you want.
[That is her way of saying that if you really want to know about the rifters-- at least one of them-- she'll take the bullet on it. Because they can't expect them to understand them if they don't open up. And they can't be seen as more than tools if they're not asked questions.]