inbox.

[heirring]

[action + written + crystal]

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[heirring]

[Somewhere, perhaps in the closet she's shut herself up in, Wysteria de Foncé sags slowly and dramatically further down the wall with each of these various portents of doom. After some highly morose consideration of their (her) circumstances—

Something finally rouses her:]

Out of curiosity— why are you telling me about your invitation at all? Surely not everyone can have received one.

[grindset]

[Ha. An amenable pivot—they can discuss this plainly now, seeing as it's clearly settled—]

Oh, eh... I thought you might have had something to do with it.

[heirring]

Me! What would I have had to do with it!

[Can be formally outraged instead of suspicious to the extreme, now that she's hit rock bottom.]

[grindset]

I don't know, it just seemed— I read "Mister" and you were the first person to come to mind.

[heirring]

You make a valid point. [Generous.] We should suspect a Rifter in our investigations as to the matchmaker's identity.

[grindset]

It could be a joint effort.

[heirring]

It could. But we're we to identify a likely Rifter first, they might lead us to their collaborators.

[grindset]

Mm.

[He squints at the card, squints closer—]

It looks like whoever created this was trying to emulate a typeface. I don't recognize it... but perhaps there's something there.

[heirring]

We could, of course, consult Bastien. He might have some insight as to who was collecting the submissions.

[grindset]

Given his habit of collaborative, distributive endeavours, that does seem more likely than not.

[Now, the essential question: which of them is We, really?]

[heirring]

Then it's decided. We will attend our various... functions in order to glean more information as to who else was put forward, and whether they did so of their own volition. [Not that she knows anything about that.] Then you and I will consult Monsieur Royan. I know him to be the sort who is very fond of knowing things, and if he doesn't know the answer already, he might be persuaded to join us in uncovering the identity of the—whoever it was who nominated you and I for this.

[grindset]

Sounds good. I look forward to finding out who to thank.

["thank"]

[heirring]

Very good, Viktor. Good luck with your—

appointment.

[Consider this a verbal handshake.]

[grindset]

Same to you, Madame.

[Very professional of them both.]