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

[foundmyselfagain]

They aren't too far apart in age than Gareth, and that's probably why he's not as focused on them being children. He wasn't that much older than they were, when his Circle fell, and he could understand what was wrong.

Admittedly, for several years, he thought the answer to that problem was gratuitous murder, but hey.

But he know that gratuitous murder is not the answer, here. He's not sure what the answer is, but killing probably isn't going to help. So, like a mature, rational adult, he parks himself on Kostos' bed, and pouts. "I don't know. Maybe if Nell gets us extra privileges, or a new Mage Council, they can't be in it." Which...entirely depends on hearing back from Nell, when they're finished negotiating.

[exequy]

Kostos moves his legs obligingly, because it's Gareth. Someone else, he might refuse. Or move his legs deliberately into the path of their descending bottoms.

"Or if Nell gets us a dining hall table," he says, and he's still making fun a bit, but without the surly why are you even talking to me tone he might aim at someone else, "they can't sit at it."