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

[altusimperius]

Though he hears the noise, they're both fortunate that the cell is too dark for Benedict to properly see into. He does squint his eyes, but at present is willing to give the prisoner the benefit of the doubt.
"Yes," he says simply, quietly. Then, "...here."

Through the bars slips a small white hand-rolled cigarette, followed by a single match. He has little to give, but there were little things that helped Bene get through the day, when it was him in the cell.
"I'll... bring you some chalk, if you like."

[reshapes]

He doesn't move to accept either match or cigarette, though it's not like they're going anywhere. After the boy leaves, he he might get bored and roll over there and see about setting some straw on fire with the match. But for now? No, he'll stay where he is for right now.

"Is there a reason you're doing all this?"

It's a brusque, plain kind of question. Chalk? Fine, whatever. Bring him a bit of chalk. But what he really wants to know is why a stranger is here at all. It can't be as simple as being in this position once too. That's not, Bartimaeus thinks, how the world works.

[altusimperius]

It's a good question, and Benedict realizes he doesn't actually know the answer. He thinks on it a moment, looking out at the hall again.
Then, after a good long pause, he turns his head back toward the bars. "No one deserves to be forgotten," he says, with a quiet and almost shameful air. Immediately afterward, perhaps fearing he'll make an ass of himself, he steps away from the door and takes his leave.