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]

A long, contemplative pause follows. The boy in the cell lingers there, halfway between the cell's door and rear wall, his head tipped to the side like a bird studying a particularly interesting insect far, far below the wire on which it's perched.

Eventually, he says in clear tones of 'let's put that on a shelf for later examination, shall we?': "Well, this has been all been very illuminating."

[meds4sale]

"I am glad to have been of some help," the Medicine Seller said with a bow of his head.

"Is there anything else you might be curious about?"

[reshapes]

And just like that, it occurs to Bartimaeus that he's been the chatty Kathy in this situation. --Well, no. He's always the chatty Kathy, but in his case he's doing all the heavy lifting when it comes to trapping them both in this conversation, isn't he?

Hm.

The boy in the cell straightens. He gives the slot in the door an imperious look. "No, I think that's all for right now."

[meds4sale]

"Then," and there was a shuffling noise of something wooden being scraped over the stone, and something else that went clink, "I will take my leave."

His footsteps began to recede, and then stopped.

"My best wishes for your speedy release."