crystal malfunction memevent

[faderifting]

crystals get fucked
(a meme slash tiny game event)

The Inquisition’s sending crystals are typically very reliable and not susceptible to accidental transmissions or misdelivered messages. They’re also fairly limited in function and security.

The latter is something that researchers in Skyhold are working to address, when they have the time. Unfortunately, one of them—maybe a little angry about having to work alone on First Day, maybe day drinking while she does so—has now made some significant errors while meddling with proposed improvements. And from the beginning of the day on Wintermarch 1, the sending crystals will start behaving badly:

Messages might transmit to the wrong person.

Messages might transmit to the right person but also a few additional unintended people.

Messages might transmit to everyone at once.

Pieces of old conversations from any point in the last year or so might leak, either to individuals or to everyone. Delayed messages of that sort will sound distant, like they’re coming from the end of a long tunnel.

Attempts to transition from a public to a private conversation will sometimes fail.

Crystals may start transmitting to people or to everyone at random, without being touched.

All of this could occur at any time—sometimes at the beginning of a conversation, sometimes midway through it, sometimes when someone isn’t using the crystal at all.

The problems will start out sporadic enough to seem insignificant or like probable user errors, but grow increasingly common as the day wears on, until the issue is identified and corrected at Skyhold in the early hours of Wintermarch 2 and the tipsy researcher disciplined accordingly.

This meme/event is game canon. You can decide among yourselves if there’s something you would rather try out for fun with no consequences and/or retcon after the fact, as always, but unless otherwise established by players, this is really happening. Threads done in this post can count toward activity rewards.

Additionally, this specific post is for open top-levels that anyone can tag and threadjack. Think TFLN in style/format, missing pants optional. Don’t post closed or locked conversations here. If you want to do specific misfires with specific people, you can use inboxes. You can also post to the rookery comm if you want to use the event for a more visible gamewide open post.

Comments

[faithlikeaseed]

You do sound like you might enjoy being stepped on.

[bouchonne]

[ Okay, that genuinely takes him aback. ]

I - Sorry?

[faithlikeaseed]

We've scarcely spoken and you'd prefer I hate you.

D'you enjoy it or just feel deserving?

[elegiaque]

( oh, she is listening to this. )

[bouchonne]

[ A beat, and then smoothly, cheerily: ]

My fellow, you set a challenge before me. I do not back down from challenges.

[faithlikeaseed]

[That gets a burst of laughter out of him.]

Oh. We're doomed, then--like stags that get their antlers locked.

[Except, you know-- The timing's wrong, but he's not pointing that out.

For now.]

[bouchonne]

How utterly romantic. How often do you try to adore your enemies?

[faithlikeaseed]

Oh, frequently; I'm told it's one of my most frustrating qualities.

Are you my enemy?

[bouchonne]

Aren't shems the enemies of elves?

[faithlikeaseed]

[Cheerily,] I'm Circle-trained. Many of my friends are shems, [and, you know, there's that absolutely enormous one he keeps around his room,] so that's hardly a criterion by itself. As far as I'm concerned it's merely more likely to make you obnoxious.

[bouchonne]

Why, then it seems we're the best of friends. Just shuffling all those centuries of enslavement under the rug, all those Exalted Marches - sounds just fine to me.

[faithlikeaseed]

I don't take those things lightly, messere, but unless you personally own a slave or are secretly an Ages-old Orlesian revenant who Marched on the Dales--

[The shrug's almost audible.]

You'll do better trying something personal if you're trying to gin up hatred. Except now I'm not going to believe you. What a pickle.

[bouchonne]

Well, good fellow, then you're either sniveling or demented.

[faithlikeaseed]

What, for very sensibly regarding anything you say as suspect?

[bouchonne]

For simply rolling over and whimpering with your paws in the air at whatever I say, dear creature.

[faithlikeaseed]

If I did, I’d hate you by now, wouldn’t I? Seeing as it’s your fondest wish of me.

[bouchonne]

Oh, no. You're a far more disgusting creature than a mere sycophant.

[faithlikeaseed]

Oh? And what might that be, messere?