AUGUST RIFTER ARRIVAL

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters, rescuers, and anyone else
WHAT: New arrivals are collected and transported to Kirkwall
WHEN: Mid-August
WHERE: Southern Tevinter, then the Gallows
NOTES: This log contains prompts for the ARRIVAL and RECOVERY of new rifters, which are closed to new rifters and to the characters involved in the catacombs escape/rescue team in the Tevinter plot. It also contains a new QUARANTINE prompt that is open to everyone.

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[connorrk800]

He shifts around for a bit, uncomfortable. It's just small talk; maybe he could simply dodge it. Nodding could work too. But he doesn't know how much he really cares right now- everything is so exhausting and difficult. Finally he just looks at her askance.

"I'm not sure. It's my first time."

That was probably a mistake.

[pyrazine]

She takes a long look at him. What the hell is he talking about, she thinks, and she tilts her head like maybe she's trying to catch the sound of what he just said. Excuse me? What? She frowns a little, and an eyebrow goes up. "It was your first time."

She sighs. Okay. They're doing this. "Well, did it feel good?"

[connorrk800]

He blinks back slowly. It's difficult for him to fathom the horror of what he has just experienced, so her question just sits rattling around in his far-less-optimally functioning brain for a bit. And that's on top of everything else that has happened since he died.

"Does anything about being human actually feel good-- People enjoy it? Or is it like a game where everyone knows the rules and the only rule is not to talk about the rules?"

[pyrazine]

She tips her head up and smiles a little, just to be flirty - just to be an asshole. She's not actually flirting with this man who clearly has never had a piss before. Instead she is rubbing her thumb on her top lip and smiling. "Sure. Lot of things about being human feel good."

Oh, that's some innuendo.

[connorrk800]

He briefly entertains the whole idea of unreeling a convincing enough speech about how he has been programmed with a variety of erotic techniques, maybe that he has customizable genitalia- why not? He's pretty sure CyberLife offered 'special' parts for its HR400s and WR400s. But she looks too smart to fall for that, so he groans instead. But he smiles a bit too.

"Excuse me if I remain unconvinced? I'm topped up on horror for one day, so let's talk about falling out of the sky for a bit. It's my first time for that too."

[pyrazine]

"Well." Luana looks up, and rolls her eyes. "That's not common."

The truth is that she's never fallen out of the sky either. There are places where shifters are birds, but she thinks that must be weird, to have to master flying, too. She doesn't even pause to think that most of the things she does are based off instinct. Like roll her eyes.

She gives Connor another look over. "Pleasure's a whole thing. Time to learn."

[connorrk800]

"Isn't it?" Connor looks out over the camp. Some of the soldiers who had taken command of the situation at the river are still moving about, passing before the campfires. Some are chatting, as they are, while others finish maintaining their gear. He looks back to Luana. "They hardly seem surprised."

Her other comment gives him pause. He would be glad to be numb again- comparatively. His senses had been far more acute but he didn't feel anything; data was collected, analyzed. It was nothing like this chaotic mess. But if he could get used to it, would he find something enjoyable in it all? He has his doubts. Still, it's something to think about.