RIFTER ARRIVAL: Guardian 9:45

[faderifting]

WHO: New rifters, rescuers, and anyone else
WHAT: New arrivals are collected and transported to Kirkwall
WHEN: Mid-Guardian, 9:45
WHERE: The hills north of Starkhaven
NOTES: This log contains prompts for the ARRIVAL and RECOVERY of new rifters, as well as the subsequent QUARANTINE period. All prompts are open to anyone.

Comments

[reshapes]

He'd already started to make a few subtle alterations to his guise - a little longer in the nose here, a little sharper in the face there, and so on - in the hopes that old Sense Of Humor here would find a way to slip inside. It would have been a simple matter of knocking him over and taking his place and closing the door behind him then. Usually he wouldn't have had to prepare like this at all; usually he could have made the change between one step and the next. But here, it takes some preparation. Some attention. Some time.

Which is why when that light lifts up to illuminate his face, he most closely resembles a slightly mushy copy of the young man standing in the corridor.

Bah. It was a good idea at the time.

"That's rude, you know," says Lopsided Colin. His hand in the slot has strangely long fingers and his eyes are very, very dark¹. "You shouldn't call people names."

1. So he's not getting the door opened, that much is painfully obvious. Might as well have a little fun with it.

[keenly]

"Shit." Colin immediately stumbles backward and starts scrambling for the stairs. He's at least two floors up before his footsteps fade away.