[closed]

[katabasis]

WHO: Yseult, Thranduil, Flint
WHAT: Interpersonal conflict management
WHEN: Time is fake
WHERE: the... Gallows??
NOTES: Keep it action spammy; turn order is whatever makes the most sense. See here for context.

[In the Forces division office, a conversation is already in progress:]

—Which is evidently why he felt the pressing urge to come forward now, months after the fact. A report will have to be made and one of us should speak to Rutyer, that much seems obvious. Beyond that point however, it appears we have some decisions to make.

Comments

[katabasis]

[Oh for—]

If I thought he shouldn’t be punished, we wouldn’t be here. It is so unbelievable that there might be some middle ground between letting him do what he pleases and slitting his throat in a back alley?

[bouchonne]

Of course, of course.

[ A smile. ]

Forgive me. Lingering hurt feelings over not being invited along at first. I do so love to talk, after all.

[katabasis]

It was my mistake entirely; I thought you might already be aware that you'd been stabbed and only the Scoutmaster and Provost were in need of being caught up.

[hassaran]

To the infirmary then, for their grippe fund. Is there anything else?

[bouchonne]

[ Frowning: ]

I'm feeling very ignored right now.

[hassaran]

I thought you were concerned about appearing tyrannical.

[bouchonne]

Appearing, yes. But if I'm getting secret payments...

[ He doesn't actually mean it. ]

[katabasis]

[Right. To Yseult:]

I'll have you my remarks by the end of the day. Will you inform Leander what's to be done, or should I?

[bouchonne]

[ DRAMATIC SIGH. ]

[hassaran]

I'll take care of it.

[katabasis]

[A low noise. It might be agreement.]

[hassaran]

If you'd prefer to be there... [ she spreads a hand. Fine. ]

[katabasis]

[They can cross that bridge in five minutes. Instead, Flint tips his attention back to Byerly.]

Will that be all, Rutyer?

[bouchonne]

[ Sweetly: ]

I have a few inquiries of you, but they can wait till later.

[ Then: ] It's chilly in here. Is anyone else chilly?

[katabasis]

[Flint veers his attention to—]

And you, Provost?