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.

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[wont_be_me]

"Is it?" We're only inches away from someone childishly asserting: I don't see your name on it. Somehow she resists, instead lolling the box in one hand, tossing it up lightly, letting it clatter back into her palm.

"Would you like to trade me for it?"

[meds4sale]

He seemed almost amused by the proposition. The box itself wasn't particularly valuable - polished wood with a decent hinge and lock, but the medicine it contained was quite a headache to make.

"Oh?"

The Medicine Seller smiled. He did not have a particularly nice smile - it was small and thin and the markings on his upper lip, coupled with the unchanging cold stare made it look more like a smirk.

"Forgive me for assuming. ...However. You do not seem like the sort of person who would need what is inside."

[wont_be_me]

His unfriendly looks remind her of every alien trader she's ever pissed off on a space station. She has made this play before-- it is one of her favorites-- making herself a problem, and making placating her the path of least resistance.

"My needs aren't the topic," she answers cheerfully.

[meds4sale]

He'd dealt with thieves before, and he'd dealt with people who thought they were much more clever than they actually were, and he'd certainly dealt with a combination of the two. His medicine pack and its myriad of treasures were a source of curiosity and temptation for many. Which is why it was ridiculous that she was holding onto a simple wooden box where he'd stored a bear's gallbladder.

Unless this was a game.

His gaze wandered briefly to the healers and the injured to see if he needed to end this now - there were a few soldiers and mages who'd been injured, bloodied and slumped with harried healers fussing over them.

...They'd be fine.

"Is that so? Then if you do not need it, please return it."

[wont_be_me]

It's always a game with Carla, and only she ever seems to know the rules. One moment you think you've finally wiped that smirk off her face and made it to the end of it, but then she'll be grinning again. It's hard to tell what she actually cares about, and what she does just to stir things up. Or was stirring things up all she cared about.

"Call it a finder's fee," she proposes, tucking the box in against her hip. "It could have just as easily been lost in the dark, entirely."

That could still be arranged.

[meds4sale]

"Medicine sellers are not so rich," said the man decked head to toe in brightly coloured silks and jewelry.

"I can offer you something useful, though you should not hold the box like that, or else..."

And something damp and sticky and stinking of bile oozed out the crack in the lid.

"...It will start to leak."

[wont_be_me]

She holds it up by one end, and watches it drip without any apparent gesture of regret.

"Disgusting," she observes, although there's also no particular disgust in her voice. "What was that about something useful?"

[meds4sale]

"...Something useful."

He offered a square of plain fabric, perhaps pulled from the voluminous sleeves with a bit of sleight of hand.

"You should wipe your hand. The box and its contents are quite useless to the both of us now."

Alas. Fortunately, bears seemed to spawn from all places in Thedas - maybe he could get another fresh gallbladder another day.