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[judgemewhole]

WHO: James Norrington and anyone who cannot stand watching him doing boring things.
WHAT: James. Doing really boring things.
WHEN: First week of Justinian
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Boring

There are few things more boring than watching paint dry. James Norrington happens to be doing one of them, and it is called 'doing inventory'. No, he is not moving around, counting things, making sure all weapons and armor are accounted for. He is sitting at his new make-shift desk, painstakingly writing out numbers, and compiling costs on a separate ledger. The day is warm, Interceptor is asleep by his side, and James is just slowly, and methodically, putting in amounts of equipment and calculating cost. One line at a time. Minutes crawl past and he ... stretches, then goes back to work.

It is mind-numblingly boring to watch him.

Quill scratching on parchment. Parchment shifting. Man intent on his figures. Nothing more. No dragon attacks. No sudden exclamations of protest or fireballs or anything. Just ... accounting. Every day, normal accounting.

Comments

[arlathvhen]

Beleth is increasingly familiar with the mindless monotony of paperwork. She understands why it's there, why she needs to do it, but understanding the necessity doesn't make it any less boring.

Which is why she feels no guilt for interrupting Norrington while he's immersed in his own.

First, she stands next to his desk, waiting for whatever counts as a lull for paperwork, and then politely clears her throat. It's only after she's sure that she's gotten his attention that she speaks. "Ser Norrington, good day. I was wondering if I could ask you for your assistance for a quick moment?"

[universal_charm]

Do you know what is not boring, James? Cats. Cats are not boring. Well, they can be when they are being decidedly lazy sort of cats, but then they're at least cute, so it somewhat mitigates the boring. But-! An active cat, a playful cat, is never boring. Especially when they spy a feather quivering and shifting. So easily distracted, was a young cat.

Which is how James would find a cat suddenly on his shoulder, reaching out to try and bat at the pen with a paw and a chirruping sound, tail flicking.

Followed swiftly by another James in the doorway, panting. "Leonard!"

[onlyhymns]

If there's one quality in a person Cade appreciates, it's being boring. He's happy to be boring with James, spending at least part of the day helping with the counting and the checking and the writing, occupying his time here as promised instead of going out in the world to be a problem.
But being who he is, Cade can only sit still for so long without starting to worry about something. His leg has begun to bounce and his quill to tap, drumming out a faint but repetitive sound on the desk.

[bouclier]

Ordinarily Geneviève wouldn't break stride when she walked by someone doing mind-numbing paperwork. Really that kind of tedium is something that fails to register on her radar. However she's passed by James three times now in the past hour and he hasn't moved an inch. If it weren't for the movement of quill, she'd think he had died in his chair.

She stops on whatever mission she's been tasked with (snooping around out of boredom, mostly) and turns her full attention to the desked templar instead.

"I've heard healers say that if you sit too long in one position blood will pool in your legs and kill you. How long have you been sitting there, doing that... la corvée?"