[CLOSED] Hoola wacka! Oola wacka! Something not right

[katabasis]

WHO: Gwen, Carla, Vane, Silver, Flint
WHAT: Abductions, pirates, and intrigue, oh my!
WHEN: Early Cloudreach
WHERE: Some Water
NOTES: For PROFESSIONAL PIRACY. Feel free to kick around your own starters beyond the two group threads I have ready to roll.

Comments

[hornswoggle]

[ There is a moment of inaction in which John considers: Where am I best used?

The men at are work. John can hear the now-familiar sounds of preparation. He could go down to them, but he would create a delay. There's going to be a moment for him to stand among them and talk their questions into nothingness. To talk Mr. Madrigal into nothingness. To remind them all of what is and isn't in their best interest. As much as their time spent among the Inquisition has muddled things, certain routines have stayed very much the same.

He follows after. He doesn't sit, but he does find a place to lean his weight, where he can watch both Flint and Gwen's faces in the flickering light.

And he waits. This conversation will not be started by John, who will decide exactly how persuasive he needs to be by the tenor of stress in Flint's tone. ]