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crystal | letters | in-person

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CLAIMS THIS | crystal, during the rifter collection

[strangel]

Sestra! I have good news.

( lol she left kirkwall without asking )

[coppelganger]

Where the hell have you been, Helena?

[strangel]

I went to go finding new rifters. Proving I can be good and helpful.

[coppelganger]

Helena! What the fuck!

crystal;

[periastron]

Sarah, I got an idea, ( she may sound faintly tipsy. or not. who knows. )

we build a still, or get fancy barrels or whatever the fuck, and make actual decent booze, and then make a packet because these people are used to the worst fucking drinks known to exist.

[coppelganger]

[ Oh, now here's an idea she can get behind. ]

Shit, I'd do just just to have better whiskey to drink.

[periastron]

Right? Never ending reserve, custom made for you.

( So dramatically said, like she's some 1950s car salesman. )

I had a mate who used to make beer, but other than that I gotta admit my personal experience with booze making is limited, so it might take a bit of research. And extensive testing.

[coppelganger]

I've never actually done it, but we could get the ingredients here, I think. It'd take a bit to age, but...

[ She's dreaming of some decent bourbon. ]

[elegiaque]

( allowing time for the work involved and, of course, to locate a rifter gwenaëlle has not bothered learning the name of—

eventually, a framed piece of embroidery is delivered to I think Herian called her Sarah, one of those new rifters, oh, there's coin in it for you if you find her.

the bear had already been done, subsequently repurposed: the addition of a green anchor-shard to its paw, and black cursive stitched beneath it: 𝓂ℴ𝓇ℯ 𝓅𝓇ℴ𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒶 𝒷ℯ𝒶𝓇

the back of the frame is signed g. baudin. )

crystal;

[strangel]

Sarah, I have been doing research.

[coppelganger]

What about?

[strangel]

( a long pause. ) Things.

Family things. You should punch me, in face. For better trust.

[coppelganger]

Uh. What the hell?

[periastron]

Sarah, g'day. You heard about this tourney thing?

[coppelganger]

I've heard of it, yeah. What's up?

[periastron]

Weird shit, eh? You gonna go?

Eh, the usual. Beauregard's being weird, but I'm starting to suspect that's just what he does.

crystal.

[sangsues]

Sarah — how are you?

[coppelganger]

[ Oh... yay... ]

I'm great, Étienne. What's up?

[sangsues]

My spirits and good fortune, of course. And yours, I hope?

crystal, once the negotiation results are public

[youwonscience]

Hey, you busy?

[coppelganger]

[ There are soft musical sounds in the background as Sarah answers—some kind of plucking instrument that sounds surprisingly nice (well, surprising because it's Sarah playing it). ]

Busy, no. What's up?

[youwonscience]

Why the fuck does anyone go into politics on purpose? I mean, that's mostly rhetorical, but, like, if you have any insight. Because I feel like I've been run over by a truck and they don't even have trucks in Thedas.

[periastron]

Sarah? It’s Alex.

( She takes care to make sure she sounds normal, and not like a shaken up mess. A bit more brightly, but with a voice that still sounds a lot rougher than usual, )

You up for a drink?

[coppelganger]

[ Sarah, observant as she is, picks up on the change in Alex's voice but doesn't comment on it. If Alex wants to tell her business, that's on her. ]

Always. The tavern, or your place?

[periastron]

Too many pricks in the tavern.

( Not that she's moody, or anything. )

My place. I bought a stupidly fancy whiskey and a cheap shitty whiskey. We can see if we can tell which one's which, if you want?