The Days That Bind Us 2: Still Bound

[exequy]

WHO: Mages, anyone else who cares
WHAT: Give us liberty or give us potatoes, or: a most noble strike for a most noble purpose, or: pissy mage babies throw a tantrum
WHEN: 14-19 Cloudreach 9:44
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: This is for consolidating RP regarding the strike. Your character doesn't have to be striking themselves to top-level or tag around, as long as it's tangentially related.

The morning of Cloudreach 14, with minimal fanfare, a significant fraction of the Circle mages working with the Inquisition across Thedas stops showing up for work. On the other hand, a significant fraction doesn't stop. But the not-working fraction is significant enough to cause problems, and for the Inquisition to not delay or prolong the discussions already set to take place at Skyhold with a few representatives of the aggrieved mages and a number of Templar and Chantry representatives.

In the Gallows, most of the mages who are refusing to work relocate—voluntarily, unless being scowled at by Kostos Averesch qualifies as being forced against one's will—to the dusty recruits' quarters in the former Templar tower for an indefinite, politicized slumber party, featuring uncomfortable bunk beds and a lot of unseasoned starches. For a cause.

ooc | Remember that striking characters are generally losing access to confidential information, Inquisition equipment or materials, and any amenities, comforts, or privileges beyond the "plain potatoes for dinner" and "not thrown out into the streets" level.

Comments

[supersonic]

Pietro's face is one of the newer ones around the Gallows. New enough that he missed most of the discussion about what demands to make of Inquisition leadership and how far to go to enforce said demands, so it's lucky he's predisposed to extremes. He's not so new, however, to have missed the more recent meeting of Inquisition Circle mages, the one that involved a lot of arguing with each other in the course of choosing who would go to Skyhold to argue on their behalf. He remembers Gareth among those who volunteered — and Gareth might remember him as one of those (few?) who'd raised their hand to vote for him, without much more than a flat look to explain himself. Maybe he'd liked Gareth's style. Maybe he just hadn’t liked anyone else.

Today, Pietro is not quite so chipper to be deliberately idle, but he is committed to the general aesthetic. The lean he's affected against his bedpost is the approximate sort one could imagine he'd enact while neglecting to extinguish the flaming limbs of anyone who thinks mages ought to be kept on leashes, at any rate — but in the absence of any particular need for that at the moment, his eyes keep wandering toward the spines of his neighbor’s mini library.

“When you run out of books--" Not soon, is the implication, but eventually-- "Is that the point, do you think, at which we must admit all is lost and our cause futile, or is it when all the rest of us have finished ours as well?"

[foundmyselfagain]

For whatever reason he was voted for, it was appreciated, and undoubtedly meant that Pietro had at least some good judgement. Not that Gareth isn’t willing to chat with just about anyone, judgement or no. Particularly when they’re here, participating in the strike.

And so, Gareth glances over, cocks an eyebrow at Pietro, and with a lazy grin on his face, makes a show of setting aside his current book to deliberate over his little pile. “Well, I have a good amount of books. And we can always buy more. Which means we should be set, unless we run out of books in Kirkwall, or coin. That, I think, would be a good sign that it’s time to throw in the towel.”

That seems to be all he has to say on the matter, as he reclines back down. Then he pauses, like a thought has just occurred to him, and he glances back at Pietro. “And that is when we just start throwing books at them.”