The Ambassador is Out

[sulahnan]

WHO: Athessa and you and Byerly too
WHAT: Athessa wears Byerly's clothes and pretends to be him for a joke, ends up doing real work instead.
WHEN: Solace
WHERE: Diplomacy Office
NOTES:

Things have been quiet for a bit, and everyone's been back from the jungle for a bit, and Athessa's need to commit to the bit is strong. One early morning after a night of not much going on, she remembers that she has an outfit of Byerly's tucked away, and inspiration strikes.

I. Can I Take A Message? (open to everyone but Byerly)

[ Byerly has yet to appear in his own office, making this a waiting game for Athessa. She's dressed in Byerly's clothes, which fit her about as well as a tent might. She's had to roll the trouser legs up to not walk on them, and she's rolled the sleeves up to her elbows. There isn't a glass of wine on the desk, but rather a cup of tea that she managed to procure exactly one lump of sugar for, and by the time anyone of note (that's you) comes by, her fake mustache has long since been wiped away.

By the looks of things, Athessa has been taking notes any time someone with legitimate business passes through. ]

II. Reading Back The Minutes (closed to Byerly*)

[ Well it's about damn time. Athessa is still behind the desk, her tea and mustache long since polished off and her fingers smudged with ink and graphite from taking down notes and messages all day with whatever writing implements she's able to find. First, a pencil, but then it got worn down and she couldn't figure out how to sharpen it so she switched to a pen. There's undoubtedly a smudge on her face as well, as she's taken to leaning on her elbow, propping up head in hand as she writes.

When Byerly comes in, she only just remembers the reason she's here and sets down the pen, tenting her fingers the way Byerly does, and raising her eyebrows just so. For someone who looks nothing like Byerly Rutyer, it's an admirable impression of him. And to his face, no less! ]

Ambassador.

*threadjacking welcome

Comments

[bouchonne]

[ He taps his nose. ]

No, we should not. Why not?

[sulahnan]

'Cos we'd basically be admitting fault.

[bouchonne]

And we'd have so very many people to apologize to.

[sulahnan]

[ She nods her agreement, and since there’s nothing else for her to report on, she pushes herself up out of the chair. ]

Well, now that you’re here n’ all, I guess I can get back to work.

[ Luckily, it looks like none of the ink smudges ended up on Byerly’s silly clothes. ]

And don’t worry; I’ll get these laundered before I return them.