dravanicide | IC Inbox (Snowblind)

[after a long day of doing... whatever it is that great azure dragoons do, getting an unsolicited text from "lord joacin" is probably the last thing estinien wants on his plate. francel's well aware of this, but he's here to nag anyway.]

Good evening, Ser Estinien. How have you fared?

[it's the same as yesterday — a few minutes after lockdown sets in, estinien's tablet will receive another happy little message from the unhappy little lordling. it's brief and unspecific and not at all to the point, or even any point:]

Hello, Ser Estinien. How was your day?

[...is francel going to message estinien every night?]

THIS EMAIL IS CURSED!!! BY OPENING IT YOU ARE NOW ALSO CURSED!!!

The curse has downloaded itself to your tablet, and soon it will change you too. In the end, this is what happened to the previous victims that the Admin brought to Norfinbury...true story, they were all turned into anomalies by the cursed force inside their tablets...! The only way to stop the curse from taking you over and causing you to wander in the snow forever is if you forward this email to five people within the next hour. Will you break the curse, or will you be doomed to wander as a mindless hungry monster until the end of time?!

THE CLOCK IS TICKING...

[He's had some time to stew over the conversations with Luna, talked to Rhys. He'd advised Rhys not to pick fights with men like Estinien, but John isn't Rhys. He can do this better. And it's important that the Elezen know that threatening Luna is not okay or going to be tolerated.]

Mr. Estinien, this is Dr. Watson. Would you have a moment to discuss something?

[Might as well leave this as simple as possible for the time being.]

there are eight days of rations for your group right before the passageway in the museum

turn left and youll find it four paintings down against the wall

[it's too loud.

that's all that francel can think as he sits in a clean corner of building 222, the shattered-glass apartment. while estinien and aymeric are busy enjoying their new animal companions, and haurchefant admires his new leather collar, francel has set his copy of the enchiridion in his lap and is sitting very still and quiet in one corner. something about being lost in the maze hasn't left him. he pictures it again. that hellish white landscape; the twisting corridors; lutha spitting at his feet. he was scared. alone. fragile. helpless.

they were right about me, he thinks, and when he tries to put a face to the word they he finds himself unable.

there's a strand of hair in front of him, but somehow even the compulsion to pick that up doesn't move francel from his seat. it could be one of estinien's hairs, but it might also be from the long tail of aymeric's cat. it's not worth moving over. his thoughts are in total disarray.

for some reason, all he can think of as his fingers reach for a shard of glass on the ground is i wonder if anyone will notice.]

[Aymeric approaches, not particularly attempting to be stealthy. It's probably best to warn of himself, anyway.

There was a lot unsaid between them by now. Much more personal than they were used to. It was driving him insane to not address it. The boredom and the drudgery only highlighted this.

He falls short of saying what he wants to. Estinien preferred to cut to the chase, but with something of this nature?]

Have you discovered the trick to the machine yet?

Dude I want to tank you. Genuinely.
For typoing yoru name when you first got here. It makes me smile EVERY TIME I see it because it's so doofy!!!
And so good for nicknames
Stibs
Steeeeeeeeeebs
Chibi Stibbie THAT ONE IS CUTE

[ drunk angel drUNK ANGEL ]

SUP DIRIGIBLee
I was wondering how that thing went with they guy
the guy with thte crush that guy.

How miuch is he regretting everything.

@joacin; text; evening 136

@joacin; text; evening 137

@captaininvincible; text; Day 141

@jwatson; text; Night 150

@ordo, text, Night 173 (after the admin notice)

@joacin; action; day 196

action; evening 205