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]

"Because," says the boy, all but rolling his eyes. "That was obviously when I remember seeing you last. Honestly Nathaniel, you'd think that much would have been obvious from the start. Catch up, won't you?"

Nevermind that it had taken him a solid fifteen minutes of bickering with a certain smart mouthed would-be revolutionary to figure out the same. Details, details.

"Now, far be it for me to speculate - after all, I'm only a fourth level djinni with centuries of experience when it comes to being dragged against my will from one world to the next -, but I can say that time displacement isn't usually a factor. Which leads me - again, only literally an expert - to believe that something has gone very wrong indeed."

With his chin tucked against his knobby knees, the boy fixes Nathaniel with a suspicious look. He says, "Seeing as you were the last person with your hand in the metaphorical cookie jar, you'll have to forgive me for assuming that you're the one who broke it around your fat wrist."