The Ministry of Truth mass distributes this announcement through the streets of Crookback. As per the recent outbreak of disease in Crookback, it has come to my attention that its denizens are in need of crucial help. Alas, we must consider the health of all Regalian people, and ensure that this sickness remains contained in a swift manner. Regalians shall exist in a reality where they are not overrun by rats and plague. That is why we, at the Ministry of Truth, are taking action to order Crookback on a STRICT QUARANTINE. While the Checkpoint Gate is already closed upon the release of this notice, we shall be boarding up all Sewer entrances and borough exits. CRIMINALS CAUGHT INTERFERING WITH THESE HEALTH-MEASURES WILL BE CONDEMNED TO APPROPRIATE PUNISHMENT FOR HIGH LAW CRIME. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Under His Eye, Her Truthful Eminence, - Dr. Therese Braunschweiger.
“What business does a truth Ministry have with trying to enact quarantines?” Willem pondered out loud as he read the printed notice, lighting a cigarette and offering a light to Malcolm Lowe (@Testlo). “Shouldn’t this be left to doctors, or the owners of the clinics? Not a communications expert?” He then eyes the signature.. “Oh. Signed off as a doctor. Well, still. Trying to enact it as a communication ministry is my whole point. I’m making sense, aren’t I?”
A blonde nelfin read over the notice once. Twice. And then with an aggravated sigh, passed it over to her colleagues. "You know. I find it funny that within a month of my return to Regalia, a disease outbreak happens. Probably pure coincidence, but it's odd that it's happened twice." "Ready for another round of Yazzak's-esque quarantine?" (@soggytoenails ,@5eaweed , @FolkFume )
The announcement finds its way to the hands of a pallid Asha, who takes a copy of it between his claws. Aldon’s silver eyes glance over it with a hardened gaze, as in the distance the sounds of the gate closing rattles out, clear and precise. Stifling back a feeling burning at the back of his throat, the Change Silven drops the paper to the ground in defeat. Around his feet, a dozen and a half metal rats crowd, shifting in endless geometry. They breathe out antiviral breath, skittering endlessly, fluid and transient. But there is nothing that the Silven notices as his eyes are set to the gates, to the walls that now trapped a hundred lives in a feverish cauldron. “So this is there mercy. A thousand rats trapped in a cage… all so they can avoid the truth that they’re dumbasses playin’ god in the dark. All they’re doin’ is stokin’ a fire higher and higher…” The Asha coughs, wiping the side of his mouth with a bitter expression. He could already feel the fever pitch burning around and inside of him as he takes a drink from the last of his drained flask. He sighs out, speaking out into the open air, to nobody in particular, “… Maybe this time, we ought to let ‘em burn.”
Finn walks past this and immediately zeroes in on the Ministry of Truth sigil. “… You’re fuckin’ kiddin’. Well, another thing to blame on the ‘First Prince’ an’ all. Asshole hired the Bralona in the first place and pretended it wouldn’t lead to chaos. Fuckin’ moron for thinkin’ crazy shit wouldn’t happen and affect the rest’a the city. Void. Retrospect’s twenty-twenty, ain’t it?”
