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.

Comments

[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.