WHO: Wysteria, Fitcher, Flint, Marcoulf & You WHAT: Thread Catch-all WHEN: Solace WHERE: You know. Around. NOTES: Will update if necessary. Feel free to grab me if you want a specific starter/wildcard me, baby.
"Oddly, I'd have assumed the opposite. If there was ever a man who might benefit from getting out of the Gallows for a turn, I'd have said the Seneschal was at the top of that list."
Though some men carry certain things with them regardless of location. Not that John would know anything about that.
"Now, doesn't your lofty and important position afford you some benefits?"
"The benefit of paper cuts and a cramped hand, perhaps," she says, quite cheerfully and far more honest than she would be with virtually anyone else who might possibly wish to discuss the perks of her very lofty and extremely legitimate position. But she has very little reason to impress Captain Silver, and imagines she would have a difficult time doing so even if she were to attempt it, and so can hardly be bothered to romanticize a thing which is so fundamentally opposite to the idea.
"But no. No additional stipend for the purchasing of dresses I'm afraid, Captain Silver. In fact, I'm surprised there is no deduct to my pay to account for the fact that I'm to be trapped in an office with hardly a single window and am unlikely to be seen by anyone at all."
"Well, I cannot be of assistance with your chances of an audience. I do, however, have a proposition that I think is worth the cost of enough fabric for a dress."
There's likely some clerk in the Diplomacy office who could serve his purpose. It's perhaps even something Ket might help with, considering her assistance in putting together a group of traveling minstrels turned out to be so indispensable. But there's some specific qualities that Wysteria possesses that he can't find elsewhere.
"I've been considering ways to circulate criticism of Corypheus among his supporters. The details of the venture are of course sensitive in nature," Maybe? "But I've found myself in need of drafting a small pamphlet containing some facts that should be damning. Do you think, for the price of however much of that lovely fabric you need, you'd be willing to give me something that puts together the information in a very..."
John pauses, trying to think of a descriptor that gets across "incisively cruel" in a more attractive way. He raps his knuckles on the edge of the stall instead, eyebrows raising, leaving some room for Wysteria to volunteer her impression.
Her hands, which are still in the process of turning over the red fabric this way and that in the way one might toy with a daydream while avoiding responsibilities, pause. She looks at him.
"Oh. Well." Well! What is someone to say to such a flattering proposition? She veers visibly between a sudden open enthusiasm and then a just as abrupt tempering of it. "I can't say that I've ever composed a pamphlet, Captain. Are you certain you wouldn't rather consider Madame Baudin instead? I believe I have heard she once was something of a writer."
John has weighed his options, all appearances to the contrary. Having spent more than one occasion lamenting the conditions of a kidnapping with Wysteria, he's very confident he's made the right selection.
"I can have my notes sent over to you. There's a tone I'm very much hoping to hit."
The tone: mean gossip
"And if the cost is a bolt of fabric, I'd say you're letting me off easy."
Every governess she has ever had has said she is a rather poor with composition. Yes, Miss Poppell, I will allow that the information being delivered is indeed all well and good, but perhaps we might consider the volume at which it is presented. Consider this passage on page fourteen of your 'short note to a friend'—
But the red is rather a good color.
"In that case, I suppose I have no choice but to accept. It would hardly do for anyone to think me unwilling to rise to a challenge in the name of accomplishing Riftwatch's work."
At which point John produces a small pouch of coin from one pocket to drop into Wysteria's hand.
"Expect the information tomorrow morning. I'll expect a draft in the Diplomacy office by next week, Miss Poppell," John says, potentially not fulling realizing what he's commissioned. He claps her on the shoulder, and moves on, business more or less completed.
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Though some men carry certain things with them regardless of location. Not that John would know anything about that.
"Now, doesn't your lofty and important position afford you some benefits?"
Does Salvio have a charge account?
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"But no. No additional stipend for the purchasing of dresses I'm afraid, Captain Silver. In fact, I'm surprised there is no deduct to my pay to account for the fact that I'm to be trapped in an office with hardly a single window and am unlikely to be seen by anyone at all."
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There's likely some clerk in the Diplomacy office who could serve his purpose. It's perhaps even something Ket might help with, considering her assistance in putting together a group of traveling minstrels turned out to be so indispensable. But there's some specific qualities that Wysteria possesses that he can't find elsewhere.
"I've been considering ways to circulate criticism of Corypheus among his supporters. The details of the venture are of course sensitive in nature," Maybe? "But I've found myself in need of drafting a small pamphlet containing some facts that should be damning. Do you think, for the price of however much of that lovely fabric you need, you'd be willing to give me something that puts together the information in a very..."
John pauses, trying to think of a descriptor that gets across "incisively cruel" in a more attractive way. He raps his knuckles on the edge of the stall instead, eyebrows raising, leaving some room for Wysteria to volunteer her impression.
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"Oh. Well." Well! What is someone to say to such a flattering proposition? She veers visibly between a sudden open enthusiasm and then a just as abrupt tempering of it. "I can't say that I've ever composed a pamphlet, Captain. Are you certain you wouldn't rather consider Madame Baudin instead? I believe I have heard she once was something of a writer."
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John has weighed his options, all appearances to the contrary. Having spent more than one occasion lamenting the conditions of a kidnapping with Wysteria, he's very confident he's made the right selection.
"I can have my notes sent over to you. There's a tone I'm very much hoping to hit."
The tone: mean gossip
"And if the cost is a bolt of fabric, I'd say you're letting me off easy."
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But the red is rather a good color.
"In that case, I suppose I have no choice but to accept. It would hardly do for anyone to think me unwilling to rise to a challenge in the name of accomplishing Riftwatch's work."
slaps a bow onto this one i think
At which point John produces a small pouch of coin from one pocket to drop into Wysteria's hand.
"Expect the information tomorrow morning. I'll expect a draft in the Diplomacy office by next week, Miss Poppell," John says, potentially not fulling realizing what he's commissioned. He claps her on the shoulder, and moves on, business more or less completed.