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]

Choice comments later to come, apparently.

"Well generally, sure. But generally I don't fall out of a hole in the world, down a flight of stairs, and into a brawl either. If I had to hazard a guess, I'd say I've been somehow lost in transit."

Here, the boy pauses. Maybe if he holds a moment, the nonsensical shape of it all will suddenly unknot itself and present a clear solution. He waits maybe a second for it to do that. When it stubbornly resists, he pivots:

"You know, this all seems like a conversation that would be much better to have outside of a cell."

[rathercommon]

Here, Kitty responds without much hesitation. She'd expected this request earlier, so she's got an answer ready to go.

"I expect it would. Not something I can take care of, though."

[reshapes]

And there goes the apparent good will that the whole mystery of his circumstances had inspired in him. Bartimaeus wrinkles his nose, sighs, and sags back to lying on the cell floor.

"In that case, I'm tired of being poked and prodded. Don't you have anything better to do than sit there and taunt me with your freedom?"