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[at the opening to Isaac's tent in the Gallows there is placed a cloth parcel containing an enormous dead centipede. pinned to it is a note that reads, in a bold and informal hand:]

cat brought me this. sorry

Barrow

Edited (not that sorry though) 2024-05-11 00:03 (UTC)

( Tit for tat, no wasting time with lead-up: )

Do you have much experience with the Tranquil?

Hello. We've not spoken before, but-- is this Isaac?

[ sometime in the week after their conversation on the crystals, ness comes to the enchanter's office, a sheaf of loose papers and a pen and inkwell in hand. she peeks in the door, rather than enter outright. ]

Enchanter Isaac? Ness Tavane, here after that Circle history you offered. Is now a good time, or are you busy?

Assuming you've seen the new posting,

[which nobody is thrilled about-- he had his own room for like a month before the attack, piss shit damn--]

I had wondered what manner of, um, friends in jars I should expect. [the last thing he wants to do is piss them off]

[It's early in the morning when a knock comes on Isaac's door (and Herian's and Siegfried's but)--

Barrow is standing on the other side of it, holding some manner of deceased nightmare invertebrate that is large enough to spill out of his dinner plate of a hand.]

This yours,

[he has the look about him of someone who woke up very suddenly and very unpleasantly.]

[ Some evening or another, when he's too much on the clock to work out his boredom another way: ]

What happened with you and Ilias?

[ Sometimes work is waiting for a messenger at a particular intersection for three hundred hours (or twenty minutes, so far). ]

What got you out of the Circle? Good looks?

[ —could be smarmier, if it weren't delivered without so much as looking at Isaac, let alone winking or wiggling eyebrows. ]

1. Name: Isaac
2. Likes: Tentacles, surprises, hags.
3. Dislikes: Wine, threats, knitwear.
4. Deepest secret: I’m not Orlesian, this has all been an elabourate ruse.

With a week's time, Jayce's gift set in Isaac's mailbox is: a pruning folding knife in a shallow S-curve shape. The hilt is made of hardwood. The blade is approximately 4-inches long. It is nestled in a leather sheath meant to be threaded on a belt. The leather is tooled with a simple design of tentacles extending from the pocket and curling toward the bottom. A torn piece of paper, folded and tucked beside the knife, reads: For harvesting. Happy Secret Satina/Satinalia.

It's Guilfoyle who comes to fetch him—

A brief conversation. He references the matter of her face, swollen and mottled with bruising, but that can't be the whole of it because Gwenaëlle Baudin has taken her shirt off and stitched her own wounds with someone holding a lamp for her in the infirmary and she is not, by habit, precious in that way. That he so firmly insists Isaac must come with him to La Souveraineté means something specific, and Felix (sometimes he is Felix; perhaps this moment is one of them) does not seem afraid in the right way for the more to be some concern that this head injury is proving slowly fatal.

Then again, Isaac knows already how little this man's face expresses.

He is shown all the way up to the bedroom that she shares with Strange, the uppermost floor of the boat and a room that occupies most of it; a curtain drawn across an alcove that must be where their bed is, not otherwise in evidence. It is an expansive space, doors closed to other sections, including the balcony, barring out the sea air. Her desk occupies a well-lit corner; keepsakes and curiosities live in velvet-lined, glass-fronted cases that make up one entire wall. Gwenaëlle herself is dwarfed by a thick velvet robe and looks, immediately, the worse for wear.

“If there is aught you need for your work,” Guilfoyle says, behind him, “only ask.”

The more the bruising has set in and the battle-adrenaline drained away, the more discomfort in trying to speak, so she doesn't immediately. Sets her jaw. Says, “Merci,” for coming.

Edited 2024-10-28 00:27 (UTC)

I have a question about this ...current development.

Enchanter,

I wish to speak with you at your earliest convenience on a private (for myself) and professional (for yourself) matter of some significance. I will make myself available.

Mme de Cedoux

[ Isaac may be coming or may be going. Either way, Nicola is waiting with his back against the wall opposite his door, hands in his pockets and seemingly content without distractions in the meantime. ]

Enchanter?

[ There are four people with rooms to themselves at the moment. Two are Tevinter. One is a rifter. One is an Orlesian mage. He's beginning with what sounded most appealing on paper. But if it were settled, Nicola would already have a key from the quartermaster's office and have brought any of his belongings with him. ]

I am here to find out how you feel about sharing your room.

important message

crystals; bugging u here too

crystal

action; office.

crystal

action jumpscare

crystal.

action.

SECRET SATINA 9:50

immediately post sarrux.

Crystal;

the book.

action.