EVENT: TRUTH BOMB

[faderifting]

WHO: Anyone
WHAT: TRUTH BOMB
WHEN: Bloomingtide 15-17
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: OOC information. Use appropriate content warnings in your subject lines, please.

It’s an ordinary day—so not a very pleasant one. The weather is dreary and muggy, and the day’s lunch is a soup that’s a little too watery and bland. The griffons are being their usual level of noisy and swoopy. The work is its usual level of urgent and difficult.

But in the storage rooms, something wiggles. Then it hums. Then it pops.

Outside of the storage room, there’s no actual sound, no shift in the wind, and no visible sign of a change. But the pop might be felt—like the moment something finally clicks, or two ideas suddenly fit together, except the opposite. In the heads of everyone in the fortress, something is suddenly not connected quite right.

The first sign of what’s gone wrong is that someone immediately stands up and tells the cook how bad the soup is.

A lot of people’s days are about to get exponentially worse.

Comments

[sulahnan]

Athessa pulls a face. Any other time she wouldn't be sure what to react to first, but her mouth does the talking for her:

"I'm just pretending to read so people won't talk to me."

[altusimperius]

"Oh. That makes sense."

He seems a little ashamed of the revelation, and fidgets a moment before speaking again. "...you see I just. I just never thought elves were very intelligent."

A moment's pause and a frown, like that doesn't seem quite like what he'd want to say, but there it is.

[sulahnan]

"That says more about your brain than mine, I think." She wants to throw the book at his face.

His pretty, framed-by-gorgeous-hair face. Ugh

[altusimperius]

"Does it?"
He taps his chin, genuinely considering the question.

"So do your lot have... you know, tutors and schools and things like that?"

[sulahnan]

"Says you're a prejudiced jerk, at least," she grumbles, and snaps the book shut.

"Maybe, I dunno. How would I? I grew up on the streets in Kirkwall after my entire clan mysteriously went missing. Sometimes I wonder if it was my fault."

Its all very matter of fact, until she blinks at the last and it's clear she didn't mean to say quite so much.

[altusimperius]

"Oh, so you're not one of the wild elves," Benedict reasons, blinking back at her. "That makes sense. Why would it have been your fault, though?"

[sulahnan]

She chews on her answer for a moment, as if struggling not to say anything.

"Because my clan would have moved on from that spot sooner if I hadn't gotten lost hunting some stupid animals, and if they hadn't stayed put maybe whatever happened to them would've...not happened."

Squints. "You got something against wild elves?"

[altusimperius]

"...oh."

He takes a moment to think about it, and before he can stop herself, "...yeah, maybe it was then." He'd certainly think so, anyway, if it had been him.

"I've got nothing against wild elves. I've never actually seen one."

[sulahnan]

Well that hurt more than she expected. She thought it herself plenty, but for someone else to say it? Ouch.

"Well, you have now."

Without much mulling over, she draws back and chucks the book at his head.

[altusimperius]

Say what one will of Benedict, he's been here far too long to not see when there's about to be a projectile aimed at him, so he sidesteps it with a look of surprise that he might not deserve.

"What was that for!" he demands, sounding more wounded than angry.

[sulahnan]

She's already on her feet and rushing towards the door when she responds: "For agreeing with me and hurting my feelings, for being prejudiced, and for having good hair!"

[altusimperius]

She's already out the door and gone when it hits him.

"...oh."