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a survey;

[heirring]

[Shoved under Allumin's door at some point during his enforced quarantine is a packet of papers with a handwritten (distinctly lovely handwriting at that) questionnaire. The following instructions are pinned to its cover: 'Welcome to Riftwatch! Please fill out the following survey to the best of your ability and return it to the Project Felandaris offices, to the attention of Madame Wysteria de Foncé. Should you have any questions, please do not hesitate to reach out for clarification. Best Wishes, W.A. de Foncé, Research Division.'

The following survey is...expansive.]

Questionnaire Section A
Of and Relating Specifically to the Rifter Population in the Gallows (Kirkwall, The Free Marches, 9:47)

Question 1A. Conceptually, how familiar are the Fade and the Veil to you? Are there similar phenomena (however minor the resemblance) in the place from which you came?

Question 2A. If yes, is energy drawn and/or emitted from or through it? Do cognizant beings (spirits, full bodied manifestations similar to a Rifter, and so on) pass through it?

Question 3A. Does "magic" exist in your world?

Question 3A.(i). If "magic" exists in your world, is it somehow tied to or sustained by this other space?
Question 3A.(ii). If "magic" exists in your world and there is no such alternative dimension as referenced in Question 1A., from where does it originate?

Question 4A. Given the opportunity to objectively estimate your own physical conformation and comeliness against the general populace of the world from which you came, where on a scale of one through ten might you be ranked (for the purposes of this survey, please consider the numerical score of five (5) as average for your home world)? Disregard. This question has been deemed inessential.

Questionnaire Section B
Rift Anchors, with Respect to All Who Presently Possess Them

Question 5B. How long have you had your rift shard? Irrelevant; it is assumed you received it upon arrival through the Rift. However, you are welcome to detail any notes you may have on it here.

Question 6B. Are you able to perform any supernatural acts with the power of your rift shard beyond closing Rifts? If yes, please detail these abilities. Irrelevant; recorded with your personnel file. Please update W.A. de Foncé should your rift anchor develop any additional effects.

Question 7B. Do you have any other abilities, such as mage talent? If so, has the presence of the rift shard or your time in Thedas affected your ability whatsoever (please note whether this is a negative or a positive effect)?

Question 8B. At what point would you take surgical measures to rid yourself of your anchor shard?

Question 8B.(i). Would you permit scientific observation of the process?
Question 8B.(ii). Would you permit samples to be taken from the limb?

(PLEASE NOTE that the authors of this survey do not advocate for preemptive amputation unless strictly recommended by a trusted medical professional.)

[altusimperius]

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There is a lot to process in this moment: how still and quiet Allumin suddenly is, the hand gripping his shirt and drawing him near, the forcefulness. For someone who can play convincingly self-assured, Benedict finds that his thoughts are suddenly falling all over themselves to be addressed first: the realization that he's been had, the realization that he likes that he's been had, the heat building in him (both above and below) at the hot breath on his face.

"...oh," is all he manages to say, and in this moment he also realizes he doesn't tend to do this stone sober, and is a lot less suave than he was playing at.
Fortunately, he's pretty good at blocking out the last thought ('what would Mother think if she knew') in favor of trying to meet Allumin's lips with his own.

Late night, baths, after the Ball in Hightown

[loversinverted]

The night had been...confusing.

Diabhall had been cooped up in the Gallows for what had felt like so long, stepping out to something as grandiose as a society event was more than stark. He was no stranger to parties, not at all; the bit of it that struck him as novel was the fact that no one really knew who he was. There was no one vying for his attentions.

Well. Not exactly.

The thing he had certainly not counted on was finding perhaps the only person he would actually regret never seeing again. But...why is that, exactly, he wonders? They had been intimate in the past, certainly, but he also had no shortage of paid company who served that purpose. He had enjoyed seeing the younger elf, but some of the things he had found himself doing at that party felt...strange. Uncomfortable. Aberrations.

For the moment, he is leaning back in the bath, long white hair fanning around his slender frame on the water's surface. His nightclothes are neatly folded nearby, black leather collar placed on top as if in a place of honor. Lost in his own contemplation, he's staring off into the middle distance, idly tracing little patterns in the ripples of the bath.

Peaceful. Alone.

As usual.

crystal, the evening after Closet Party

[altusimperius]

So.

[Without preamble, no doubt because he'd psyche himself out if he thought too hard:]

...were you serious?

secret satinalia;

[unshut]

On the day itself, waiting in Allumin's mail cubby, is a pin neat parcel wrapped in calico cotton and tied with a length of plain twine. Inside the fabric is a sturdy journal bound in leather, the blank pages firmly saddle stitched into place. The whole arrangement can be secured with leather ties. Accompanying the journal are a number of packets of powdered inks in a variety of colors, and a sturdy wooden dip pen.

And because books and writing is boring, there is also smart little knife with a glossy wooden handle included in the set. Maybe it's for sharpening the pen with.

The note with it reads simply:

Happy Satinalia! -Fitcher