EVENT #15: THE NETHER - IC EVENT LOG

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Event #15 - The Nether

OOC event plotting | settings info

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After a Conclave vote earlier this month, you're prepared to accept the formal request from the Nether for your assistance. By now, you'll know who the delegates are and that the dragons have suffered an illness from the rifts that opened this summer, due to the unfortunate actions of one of your fellow Summoned. Whether or not you agree with your Conclave's majority rule, the decision has been made.

The expedition will begin on October 16 and last 10 days. If you need to return home sooner, you can activate your portal stone at any point during the trip, but there's no going back once you do.

Though mysterious, the Draconae - or daemons, as others call them - are not elusive like the Fey. Anyone who's been to Nocwich will have seen a handful of them amongst the population, and some reside in the Free Cities or the outskirts of Thorne. The only nation they aren't found in is Solvunn.

Into the Heart

Your arrival to the Nether is a frosty one. The northern island is barren, save for a thick layer of snow, a few birds, and some hardy insects. Massive skeletal remains can be seen as you walk over the ice. Every few minutes, the ground trembles. The Draconae warriors greet you at the base of the volcano, including Orion, The Warden herself. Though they appear intimidating, they're grateful you're here and will clap you heartily on the back.

Entering the Obsidian Heart requires nerves of steel, but appearances aside, the narrow walkway is sturdy. As long as you're brave, you'll make it down without a problem. The less sure-footed are encouraged to ask for a hand. If they do, they'll be assigned a Draconum warrior who will cheerfully carry them down the winding path. You can also help each other, of course! Any Summoned who are capable can carry their friends, too.

As you venture down, the oppressive heat intensifies...until suddenly it stops. The moment you reach the fiery gates, the smell of brimstone fades from the air and the temperature eases into that of a pleasant summer's day. If asked, the Draconae will tell you this is how it is - a blessing from the two remaining dragons. Without them, the air would suffocate all life within.

Although the main purpose is to aid the dragons, the Draconae will invite characters to take breaks, participate in recreational activities, and explore the Nether. They want their guests to be comfortable, especially as the Summoned have arrived to help.

Around the City

At the center of the volcano lies the Obsidian Heart, where the Draconae reside. Made of stacking homes and stone bridges that spiral downward, it's a wonder how anyone finds their way. There are no maps, signage, or any form of direction. Their ability to navigate appears inherent. The most dangerous beasts lurk beneath the lava, so unless you intend to go swimming, you're unlikely to run into anything aggressive.

Doors and furniture are heavy and are made of iron, bronze, or steel. You might need to push or pull furnishings and doors with both hands and extra effort. Luckily, citizens are happy to help - as long as you ask. If you don't, they won't interfere out of respect for your autonomy. In fact, if they see you huffing and puffing, they might stop to watch and will sincerely cheer for you should you accomplish your objective by yourself.

Watch your sticky fingers. While petty theft is a minor offence in other places, the Draconae are highly protective of their belongings and treasures. Hands and heads have been lost over stolen trinkets.

The Hieran Wing

As a guest, you'll be invited to stay at the Hieran Wing. Named after Hierus, the oldest living dragon, the Hieran Wing is located in the eastern section of the Citadel. The rest of the Citadel is under heavy guard and inaccessible.

◎ The rooms are carved into the stone itself. Bedding is comfortable, if simple, with room to store your belongings. A curved stairwell grants you privacy even though many rooms have curtains rather than doors. The few rooms that have doors contain no locks. Your safety is assured, but if you're nervous, you can ask for a guard to watch you at night.

◎ The dining area consists of open-fire grills, pots, and raw ingredients - including spices and fiery hot peppers. As great believers in self-sufficiency, the Draconae will leave you to make meals to your taste and liking. You can hunt and fish your meat, as well. There are numerous lava pools where one can net jumbo shrimp, crabs, and flaming fish. For larger game, you can go after the Erymaes Boar or Petran Bison. Feel free to share your catch with your friends or offer to cook for the culinarily challenged.

◎ The library contains only fiction. You'll recognize several titles from your faction or Nocwich, suggesting they've brought back their favorite stories to read. Other titles are new, written by the Draconae. Novels and poetry span all genres, but the most common ones seem to be adventure, horror, and erotic romance - some of which contain surprisingly detailed illustrations.

Magma Pools

Outside the Hieran Wing, unusual cerulean magma pools are provided for bathing. Despite how they look, temperatures are equivalent to that of a steaming hot spring. The magma bubbles naturally from within the volcano and provides soothing effects. No soap or cleaning agents are required. These magma pools contain tiny frogs that leap and jump around. The Draconae consider them a tasty live snack. Don't be surprised if you see a local munching on them.

The Foundry

The Foundry has expanded over the past two centuries. A marketplace now circles the ancient forge. Observing the tradespeople inside and their secrets are off-limits. However, you can browse a selection of tools, clothes, accessories, and potions. Healing potions are common due to the Draconae's lack of healing magic.

You'll have the chance to request custom-made jewelry and purchase glass ornaments that are blown for you on the spot. Merchants won't sell the large weapons on display, but daggers and other small weapons are available. They'll also modify any pieces you own by adding jewels, altering the fit, or repairing nicks and faults...for a price. The Draconae deal in Abraxan currency if you have any, but they'll accept a vial or two of blood or saliva as payment.

Negotiations & Meetings (Rank 5+)

The first order of business is to present your Conclave's terms to the Inner Sanctum, the Draconae's governing body. If you've been voted as a delegate, you'll be greeted by the NPC meeting you (and your partner, if you have one). If you haven't been selected, you can still speak to some of the NPCs available.

A Place at the Table

Negotiations will take place in The Solar on the second day, a hall lit with a fiery orb of light. This is where the Inner Sanctum conducts all of its business. Tightly guarded, you're the first outsiders allowed inside in centuries. Here, you'll have the chance to present your terms and convince the Draconae to accept. You'll also have the first day of your arrival to gather a few details about the NPC you'll be meeting.

Only one meeting is required. The Nether will give you their final answer the following day.

Be sure to reply with the terms before starting the thread. Mods will approve or ask for revisions, so try to submit your points by OCTOBER 17.

Once approved, please TAG IN with your character under the correct faction heading.

Meeting the Inner Sanctum

Members of the Inner Sanctum who are not involved in diplomatic affairs are Aster, The Guardian and Anneth, The Flame. Additional descriptions about the two NPCs and where they can be found will be in their character comments below.

Characters who are Rank 5+ (negative or positive) and who are not acting as delegates can speak with one of the two NPCs above.

To do so, TAG IN with your character under the NPC you want to meet.

Runaway at Pyritean's Rack

Abraxan outsiders will whisper that Pyritean's Rack is a nefarious torture device created by the Draconae for their victims. This is true if the victim in question is delicious meat. The Rack, in other words, is a giant cooking area filled with grilling racks and pits. Shelves of ingredients and spices line the perimeter. Its most striking feature is the primary heat source, which uses magma rather than fire. Ingredients and meat unique to the Nether result in dishes and flavors not found elsewhere. Hot peppers are a popular feature.

The Draconae cook and share their food each night at the Rack. The station is always occupied. Locals take turns hunting and fishing, preparing ingredients, and cooking. Consequently, food is provided without cost. You only need to lend a hand.

Not everything goes smoothly, though. An escaped hatchling has infiltrated the Rack, and Khloris, the baby dragon, is eager to snatch and steal food throughout the week.

Earning the Torch

Impromptu competitions are frequent. They usually begin when one cook sees another outdoing them and makes a challenge. You can either issue a challenge or receive a challenge. Challenges can be between you and the natives, or you can face off with another Summoned. Judging is done by the crowd, which can be chaotic.

Not to worry! There's no downside to losing except your pride. Though the competition can grow fierce and heated in the moment - including vulgar insults and much jeering - once all is said and done, there are no grudges when the food hits the table. Sore losers are looked down on as being thin-skinned.

Winners will receive a jar of spice mix or marinating sauce from one of the many talented cooks. We won't be modding this aspect, so just be realistic with your character's cooking skills. Be sure to work things out with your thread partner if the competition involves another player character!

Escaped Hatchling

One young dragon has escaped its sanctuary at Dragon's Glass. Curious, it's drawn to the smell of food at Pyritean's Rack. As a result, it's disrupting competitions, breaking equipment, and stealing ingredients or even chunks of meat off people's plates. Desperate to get the dragon back before it causes more trouble - or worse, injures itself - the Draconae have asked you to catch the hatchling.

Of course, you'll need to contend with the dragon's unique abilities.

Khloris, the runaway in question, leaves behind small patches of grass. Its pollen dust coats nearly everything it goes near. When eaten or touched, the pollen causes flowers to sprout in your hair for a day or two. It can't fly far or very high, but it's prone to swooping down to snatch meat off the grill. The Flame informs you the dragon can be lured with gold trinkets or bright colors like red and yellow.

To see if your character can catch the dragon, submit for a roll HERE. Submissions will close October 18 at 11:59 ET. Results will be posted on October 19 so players can account for their success or failure.

Ailing Dragons

The two ailing dragons are Hierus, the Obsidian Drake, and Kruos, the Glass Serpent. Mated to each other, they're the only remaining adult dragons in the Nether and have been for decades. When you visit them at Dragon's Glass, their condition is worrisome. The dragons' scales have lost their luster and are grown over with painful white patches. They appear lethargic.

Those researching can offer the dragons healing potions or ointment to aid their symptoms while a cure is worked on. If you're not much of a healer or a scientist, you can feed them or simply spend time with them. The dragons are intelligent and appear capable of understanding you, though they can't communicate directly.

Characters have 3 avenues of participation, depending on their interests and strengths: gathering ingredients, researching the cure, and looking after the baby dragons and eggs. They'll have time to do all three throughout the 10-day excursion.

Finding a Cure

At first, you aren't sure where or how to start. The Draconae suggest the Ashlands may be a place to explore. It's dangerous, they warn, but they have a potion that'll help keep you safe. Due to the hazards, you're told not to go alone. As you travel through the deadened land, you notice an odd phenomenon: where you walk, the air around you clears, and the ground beneath your feet springs to life. You realize you don't need the potion to protect you.

The changes are temporary, fading behind you as you walk. Curiously, the effect you exhibit is similar to what the Draconae claim their dragons are capable of - though to a much smaller degree. Still, you have to wonder if you and the dragons share a similar magical connection to the Singularity. You can't help but notice that those of you who regularly interact with the Horizon and have been doing so for a while seem to affect your environment more. Your aura may be a little larger and the vicinity restored around you lasts a bit longer rather than melting away immediately - maybe even up to a minute or two.

Restoration and Gathering

Your ability to restore the land has unlocked a vital element. Ingredients once thought lost can now be gathered by the Summoned such as yourself, and they may hold the key to curing the dragons. Bring back these ingredients to your peers waiting at Dragon's Glass. The more you gather, the more they'll be able to research and experiment, so don't be shy about making multiple trips.

There are three sections for you to explore. Each one has its dangers and a specific ingredient to collect.

Due to its circumstances, Aetherie is only available on Day 9 of the event, shortly before the cure is finalized. The Draconae will seal the area once more when they realize what's happening. Cinder's Core and Featherhive are open for the full duration of the event.

◎ Cinder's Core

Filled with petrified trees and fossilized bones, the area that restores around you demonstrates its previous life as a flourishing rainforest: the humidity grows, the grass turns lush, and tropical flowers sprout under your fingertips. Although its sulfuric air won't affect you, you'll need to brave dangerous heights to reach the tops of trees and dried-up waterfall cliffs to retrieve the kydros fruit. The fruit smells like citrus and is surprisingly light despite its size.

Vines brought back to life can help you climb, forming ropes for you to climb and bridges that weave beneath your feet. They'll wither once more behind you, so you'll want to move quickly to avoid losing your footing. Height isn't the only danger - the ground below is littered with sharp skeletal protrusions and jagged trees. Beware of dangerous thorn bushes that will come to life in your presence and try to crush you in their spiny embrace as you ascend.

◎ Featherhive

The air here is too toxic for the Draconae to breathe in for long. Luckily you're unaffected. Scattered across the ground are the remaining husks of birds' nests. A dragon's skeleton curls under a rocky overhang. Use your restorative ability to journey deep into Featherhive's heart. Pushing aside the thick overgrowth reveals a small clearing covered in bright crystals for you to harvest.

Although Featherhive poses no physical danger, the land is haunted by shadow birds, ethereal spirits connected to the dragons - and you. As you pass through, they flutter around you and parrot familiar lines to each other. Their movements are jerky and strange. Quickly, you realize the birds are mimicking your memories. They might replicate an entire scene or echo a phrase or two that's plagued you all your life. Or, if you're lucky, they're merely repeating your grocery list. Shooing them will cause them to dissipate into smoke, but they'll soon return.

◎ Aetherie

The loss of a dragon released a noxious gas through this village without warning. Escaping villagers were forced to leave behind those they could not save and seal the doors. The Oblivion is a painful moment in history for many, and none have set foot near the area since. Near the end of your stay, the Draconae request you use your ability to venture where they can't and gather Anoix pods, powerful healing seeds from a plant that only grew in Aetherie. They believe the abandoned huts will contain pouches of the pods on shelves and cabinets.

Entering the village, you expect a tragic scene of corpses. Instead, you find something far worse. The dead have mutated into grotesque arachnids, limbs fused to bulbous abdomens. They show no signs of recognition or awareness and attack you on sight. Hidden in the depths of the purple haze, rat-sized spiders scurry forth. Their venom causes painful sores that will fester and spread if left untreated. Multiple bites may result in temporary blindness or paralysis of a limb. Luckily, this will clear up within 24 hours to a few days, depending on the severity.

Grab the pods if you can or flee if you're overwhelmed. When word reaches The Warden, she'll rapidly send her people to reseal the abandoned village and come to aid any who need it. If you're injured, The Flame and her apprentices will tend to you at Dragon's Glass.

Research and Magic

Dragon's Glass is a glass-domed temple said to be forged from the fires of Kruos. It's located in the Spiral, which is outside the Obsidian Heart. Here, the two remaining dragons reside while ill, along with their clutch of eggs and a few precious hatchlings.

Anneth, The Flame, will invite you into the temple's alchemy labs, where you can apply your skills and knowledge to create the healing elixir that cures the dragons. Doing so requires you to experiment with key ingredients found in the Ashlands. You'll have access to basic alchemy books and apprentices at the temple. Use any additional tools, supplies, and knowledge you possess, and take advantage of the resources donated by the factions.

How you approach your research is up to you, but each ingredient comes with a set of risks - so be careful while you work!

◎ The kydros fruit contains seeds that will explode when heated, causing a chain reaction like popped popcorn. The explosions aren't large, but they might scorch your supplies. Crushing them in the open air results in a similar chemical reaction. However, soaking them in water makes them soften into mush, allowing you to turn the seeds into a paste that could be useful. The fruit is similar to grapefruit and is excellent for a sore throat.

◎ The crystals come in three colors: red, blue, and black. Extended contact will dye your skin that color. The stains are extraordinarily stubborn, so your clothes may not recover. These crystals resonate with a strange hum that suggests they respond well to magic spells. Combining them with a liquid will give off a foul-smelling smoke, so you may need to find ways to neutralize the stench before combining it into an elixir.

◎ The Anoix pods must be used sparingly, as no more can be gathered from Aetherie. They possess strong healing properties, but each pod is very delicate and must be split open with care so as not to damage the soft seeds inside. In addition to researching the cure, you can also attempt to help the Dracaone grow new Anoix plants using the preserved seeds.

The final cure will use all 3 key ingredients. Don't worry too much about continuity! As long as your character participated, you can assume they made a valuable contribution.

However, to assist with coordination, we've provided a RESEARCH DISCOVERY section where you can present any findings your character would share with others in-game.

Hatchlings and Eggs

While curing the adult dragons is a priority, the hatchlings and eggs aren't to be neglected. Baby dragons are active troublemakers, and without their parents to keep them in line, they've become especially unruly. The apprentices at the temple can only do so much. The Keeper has even made rare appearances in Dragon's Glass to lend his assistance.

Meanwhile, the eggs are beginning to show signs of affliction. The shells are beginning to weaken, and the feathery growths appearing on them will suffocate the hatchling inside if left untreated.

Babysitting the Dragons

If you have a spare moment, you can look after the baby dragons. Keep them out of trouble by reading their favorite stories, singing songs, and playing with them. They'll also need to be fed, watered, and their bedding changed or fluffed. The hatchlings are mischievous but friendly. They're eager to bond with the Summoned for reasons unexplained, as if they feel something resonating within you.

Many are attracted to shiny objects and bright colors and will attempt to steal them. Conversely, they might gift you a trinket that they've pilfered from someone else. The local Draconae would appreciate it if you returned any missing tools or jewels.

Hatchlings you'll encounter in Dragon's Glass are:

◎ Okenus spouts water instead of flame. Bearing fins instead of wings, this sea dragon is vital to bringing lakes and rivers back to the Nether. Currently, it can only make tiny puddles and rainclouds. Watch that your belongings don't get wet. Standing near the dragon might cause a small storm cloud to spawn over you and rain down on your head. A simple spell will make the cloud disappear, but if you don't have any magic, you might have to bring an umbrella.

◎ Epeius can form miniature gusts of wind beneath its wings, but it doesn't have firm control and frequently spawns them when excited. These small dust devils and whirlwinds will follow you around. Though they aren't powerful, they can be a nuisance, knocking over cups, blowing away hats, and sending papers flying. The other hatchlings will find your misfortune a source of amusement.

◎ Ledas can help salt deposits form in the shape of large salt crystals. Salt is important to the Draconae, which the hatchling is aware of and thus takes great pride in its abilities. The crystals can be eaten as is or crushed into granules. Ledas will strive to impress you with the largest crystals that it can make...which occasionally results in the structure collapsing, littering the ground with salt. You might find yourself sweeping often around this dragon, but at least you'll never be short on seasoning.

◎ Anthusa is a very special hatchling that creates bioluminescent algae. The algae grow on its scales, forming a symbiotic relationship. Unfortunately, without a proper habitat for this algae in the Nether, its glow has dimmed in recent years and the hatchling has become languid and sickly despite its youth. Nonetheless, Anthusa is friendly and curious even if it struggles to keep up with its siblings. You can help Anthusa play by lifting it to heights it can't reach, and carrying it back when the dragon is too tired to walk.

Weakened Eggs

As noted, the eggs demonstrate signs of suffering, too. Three eggs are waiting to be hatched. Whether all of the eggs survive is dependent on the decision that each faction Conclave made regarding resources found, as well as the help provided by you and your fellow Summoned.

The eggs can't be cured until the dragons are cured, but you can help slow the growths by gently scraping them off and wiping the eggs regularly with a clean cloth. They must also be kept heated, so check the magma frequently and refill any magma basins. The growths can be donated to those researching for additional study if you wish.

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Comments

[restingstitchface]

[What a charmingly perverse sight. He has nothing to say about it; no twists in expression nor disgust in his stare. These hatchlings are as impressionable as most children. Charmed by kindness and a pretty face.]

Hardly. I come bearing gifts.

[He gestures his ointment jar.]

Medicine. Rub a thick layer over chest and throat three times daily.

[princessvegas]

For what? That weird white gunk? [ She's helped care for the eggs once or twice, and visited the adult dragons at the beginning of the week. ] Or just for Anthusa?

[ Although, if Julie understands the explanation she got, Anthusa's frail nature comes from something other than what's affecting the grown dragons. That it needs an environment it can produce algae in, but there isn't one here.

Epeius appears to catch onto the word gifts, and before Julie can grab it, the dragon launches from her hair to fly to Crane. ]

[restingstitchface]

Oh, I'm afraid this is for the parents.

[Hands gently deposit the jar as the hatchling flutters around; circling around his head in some stupid attempt to make him giddy?]

Your parents.

[Words go unheeded. Crane smiles awkwardly, put upon and tired, and rises to his feet. He begins fixing his glasses - only to notice the expectation in the air. He wrinkles his nose before unhooking the chain from his pocket watch. He offers the timepiece - which is gummed by a scaly mouth.]

Perhaps you should keep it. I'm looking for a newer model.

[Nothing manipulative about giving children gifts, right?]

[princessvegas]

[ For as guarded as she is with people, Julie appears on every level to be genuinely smitten with the dragon babies; she beams toward Crane being accosted as she closes the book. Anthusa purrs and rises on back legs to pull on Julie's necklaces until she picks it up and cradles it to her chest. ]

You know that the others are all gonna follow you around like little stray kittens now, right? [ There is a smirk on the edges of her smile. She thinks it's funny. ] A pocketwatch is a big score. You're gonna be their Santa.

[ Her feet idly sway back and forth, crossed at the ankles, and she leans her head back against the wall as she watches him. The dragon in her arms curls up against the warmth of her skin exposed by her low neckline, and goes to sleep. ]

What's the cream do?

[restingstitchface]

Topical ointment. Medicine for the physical symptoms of a cold.

[He raises one hand as the hatchling drapes itself across his shoulders, a small and awkward smile on his face. He is not one for enjoying the company of children. Or, well, company in general.]

Unlike most drugstore medication this should work - if taken as instructed. Three times daily to the chest, back and throat.

[If everyone else can't follow instructions, that's their fault.]

[princessvegas]

[ His discomfort is entertaining, to say the least. Julie appreciates the simplicity of animals, particularly young ones; she doesn't have to work out their motivations or twist herself into knots to be what will best keep the situation in her favor. They're a break from the chess game of human interaction.

Epeius hunkers down on Crane's shoulder and furiously gnaws the watch, clutching it in tiny claws. Surely Crane appreciates all the wet smacking noises right in his ear. ]

So you made Vicks for dragons? Hope you didn't forget the chicken soup and ginger ale. Y'know, I've said before, anyone who can recreate medicines from back home, like regular modern Earth, they'll make a fuckin' mint on it. [ She sighs, resigned. ] I mean, we got Jaskier to grow weed for us, after we showed him in the Horizon, but I don't think he can help with like, Advil or whatever.

[restingstitchface]

[The noise is annoying, repetitive and mundane.

For he has worked with worse and listened to more unnerving noises. He smiles pleasantly at her joke - this affair is nothing worth bothering about - and clasps his hands behind him.]

The medication I work with is stronger than paracetamol. I'm afraid there just isn't a large enough market amongst us.

[He tilts his head. The locals, however? Well.]

[princessvegas]

[ Julie does not know what paracetamol is, although that is perhaps to be expected, given that she has only ever heard it called acetaminophen. Still, she can read the context enough to understand, and her head cocks curiously in return. ]

And what kinda market are you lookin' for, exactly? The kinda folk you like to work with ain't the kind who head to the drugstore for a fix. [ For a split second, she does seem to reconsider, then adds, ] Well, except for every box of Sudafed they can buy.

[restingstitchface]

I look for only those people who need my particular kind of help.

[No more, no less. His detatched stare directs towards nothing and nobody - towards the future goal where he finds the market he requires. One with enough sample data.]

Now, I understand we all have problems, but who are we to judge those who seek solace in a little stimulation?

[princessvegas]

Said like someone who's never met a meth head. [ They were, unfortunately, not exactly uncommon in the tiny Midwestern hellhole Julie grew up in. ] They'll steal the fillings outta your teeth and then blow the place up cookin' next to their baby's dirty playpen.

[ She's not someone who looks down on taking drugs. Julie loves drugs. What she looks down on are people who she regards as low class. People who represent the white trash label she's spent so long trying to escape. Meth addicts are practically the poster children for that world.

Epeius, still half-wrapped around the pocket watch, pushes off Crane's shoulder with his back legs and with two flaps of his little wings, he curls up next to Julie's leg to continue chewing on his treasure. Julie strokes his back absently. ]

You lookin' for a job at the prison camp? Not sure they care much about mental health out here.

[restingstitchface]

[Crane feels the urge to grit his teeth and roll his eyes. Arms cross in preparation. His head tilts to the side - and he blinks before finding purchase under his arms. Her line of questioning is so brazen as to be bold.]

Oh, I'm certain they care for what it brings.

[Comforted people are orderly people and those people are easier to control.]

But I can't say working in prison suits me. I don't think I'm made of anything quite so tough.

[princessvegas]

Sure, but they gotta care enough to pay for that. Livin' in America shoulda been enough to teach you how people feel about payin' for other people's well-being. Payin' for prisoners' well-being.

[ There's a reason that Cadens reminds Julie so strongly of America. It's the same cold, self-interested bullshit from all angles. From the people who would protest a tax hike to the government who would rather pocket the cash. The same strong sense that prisoners deserve the ill treatment they get.

Julie honestly doesn't care much one way or the other. As long as it doesn't affect her directly. ]

And who else needs your kinda help? [ Her head cocks to one side, green eyes fixed curiously on him. A dark sense of curiosity. ] Not that I'm an expert on the law or nothin', but I always got the sense that they ain't as concerned with rehabilitation as we were back home.

[ Which is to say that she's pretty sure the concept of justice in Cadens isn't much concerned with whether a sentence is fair. Crazies hang just like normal folks. ]

[restingstitchface]

Well, people are reluctant to challenge their morality, until they or somebody close to them is affected. Thus many believe the ill are responsible for their own health and deserving of punishment.

[Crane does not particularily care for those those unwilling to change; those unwilling to criticise themselves as much as they criticise others. He speaks with a cool tone that turns cold as he voices his dislike of those kinds of people.]

Perhaps I can best explain it as I help those who cannot help themselves.

[Whether they like it or not.]

[princessvegas]

[ She sighs and rolls her eyes. He knows good and goddamn well that she doesn't have any patience for this coy little dance, this semantic back and forth where he ultimately doesn't reveal anything at all, let alone anything of interest. The last time he tried it, she walked out on him and left him with her tab. This time, she has a pair of baby dragons keeping her in place, so all she can do is express her distaste. ]

You could best explain by actually sayin' somethin'. You use your medicine you won't say nothin' about to quote-unquote help people who you sure don't do a good job makin' sound like they exactly want your help. Just tell me where you're tryin' to fuckin' work, like a normal person.

[ She seems much more frustrated at the runaround than at the horrible crime of ethics she has described. ]

[restingstitchface]

[Julie rolls her eyes while he stares. He lacks patience for her behaviour, much as she lacks patience for his manner. His head tilts back and he raises his brows. Patient with his body language while his mind reads differently. The coldness of his detachment from her insults is unnatural.

Like somebody is wearing his skin. That same figure who is sliding his hands into his pockets and rolling his shoulders.]

Well, that's difficult since I do house calls. The work offered here is hardly as stable as what I was afforded back home.

[His voice is neutral to the point of being unusual.]

Would you like to follow me as well? Or are you content interrogating me much as you're doing now?

[princessvegas]

House calls. For those who can't help themselves vis-a-vis criminal insanity. Okay, sure.

[ Her voice is dry enough to cure meat. Again, he thinks he's so much more clever than he really is -- in his attempt at alien-level aloofness, she can so easily see his thoughts have not strayed from her. He pretends she has no effect on him, that he is indifferent to her pointed insinuations and curious gaze, but still he wants to stay and talk to her. More than that, he wants to play some kind of game with her, where he baits her into asking questions that he then refuses to satisfactorily answer, round and round until she gets tired and snaps. She has no doubt that, if she had not gotten irritated, he would instead be working up yet another suspiciously avoidant thing to get her to ask after.

Also, just like a typical man, everything needs to be about him. Across three lengthy conversations now, she can hardly recall him asking anything about her. Strange, for someone whose whole life is supposed to be getting into other people's heads. ]

You came in here, Freud. [ She scoffs, closes her eyes as she leans her head back to the wall. Epeius succeeds in snapping off the front cover of the pocket watch (in which it is quickly fascinated by its own convex reflection). ] See ya later, alligator.