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[bouchonne]

WHO: Byerly & Kitty & you
WHAT: Open log! Assorted prompts!
WHEN: Months of Harvestmere & then Firstfall
WHERE: In and around Kirkwall
NOTES: If you're not into this junk tell me what junk you're into and I'll give you that junk

Prompts in comments my pretties. If none of em catch your fancy, then just throw up something that does.

Comments

[propulsion]

Yeah I don't care for that.

[ Which isn't to say he wholesale disagrees with it, not looking up as he continues to write.

But for the sake of argument-- ]

If you come from a world where gatecrashing aliens via interdimensional portals is the norm, you're gonna theorise that we're aliens from other dimensions. Or you exist in a virtual reality so maybe we're rogue programmes coded in, who knows, right. If you come from here, everything fits into categories demons, mages, or dream-stuff.

[ He finishes his list of notes with a slight flourish, and sits back in his chair. ] Thedas-bias. How's this?

[ He means the parchment, which he holds out for her to take. Legible if a little inexplicable. ]

[rathercommon]

[ Kitty takes the notes, and looks at them, and then returns them to him. ]

And now try writing them in a way that'll make sense to someone who's not you, please.

[propulsion]

[ Tony narrows his eyes at her, but goes ahead and takes the pages, shuffling back together as if they were individually pristine pages and not a mess of differently abused parchment.

He stands up. ]

Report on your desk, eight o'clock? Are we grading on a curve, by the way.

[rathercommon]

[ A brief moment of confusion in her face makes it clear enough that she doesn't understand on a curve. But - ]

Take the time you need, I guess. But honestly, that's not going to be much use to anyone. Even someone as clever as Thranduil.

[propulsion]

Okay.

[ Agreeing to do his homework, mostly so he can better pivot to-- ]

You work with him long?

[rathercommon]

[ She continues sorting through the papers, frowning. As she does - ]

A few months. Why?

[propulsion]

[ The why is shrugged off. ]

What do you think?

[rathercommon]

Of Thranduil?

[ She frowns at him now. ]

Why?

[propulsion]

[ A beat, then, flatly; ] So I thought that last question kind of made that obvious so I was hoping you would roll with it. Your energy is just crazy.

Why do you think? He's not an easy read and I wanna know what working for him's like.

[rathercommon]

[ A deeply unapologetic shrug. ]

Yours is too.

I'm not going to give you any dirt on him, if that's what you're after. In terms of what it's like to work with him...

It's good. He's fair. He was something very grand back home, and he gets treated like something really grand here, too. But he never acts like it. He's got real care for people and really listens to them.

[propulsion]

[ 'That's fair', says a twinge of a smirk out of Tony, as to mutual energies. ]

Mmh, that tracks. He's very hashtag not like other elves, but his wife tipped me to that ahead of time. And, uh-- for next time I ask what colleagues are like, please assume I absolutely do not care about dirt. [ Really. Please don't give him gossip, he doesn't know what he's supposed to do with it. ] And I'm not sure dirt would attach to him anyway, it would-- just evaporate on contact.