[closed]

[katabasis]

WHO: Tony, Byerly, Yseult, Flint
WHAT: Worlds best bosses discuss their 5 year 6 month plan.
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: N/A, will add if necessary

[There had been a traffic jam on the Kirkwall docks. Something about a barge waiting to load a herd of goats and float them out to a mercantile ship waiting for resupply taking up most of the usual small craft moorage. And how it was meant to have been a temporary stay but had unexpectedly extended dramatically when the goats—possibly sensing futures of cramped, short lives at sea ending in stews and salt barrels—staged a jail break en route from stock yard pen to expectant barge. Cue shouting goat herds and sailors and a cursing representative of the harbormaster, and the color commentary of a growing string of ferries and rowboats and little fishing vessels jostling for dock space. All of which is to say—

Flint had been late, and saying so by crystal may have saved the others the trouble of sitting around a table without him but it's given the fire in the meeting room's hearth plenty of time to burn. So the room is warm. The coffee set out has gone cold. He'd shed his coat within the first minute of arriving and now sits close to the room's bank of windows in hopes that some of the damp cold air flowing through the one that's been cracked open will do away with the prickle of sweat on the back of his neck incurred from power walking up a half dozen flights of stairs.

The stack of papers—reports and notes and various bits of division minutiae—near his hand can hardly be the only set on the table. They've also a great map spread between them all pockmarked with heavy wooden markers, and a long stick to hand for shoving them around with. But the papers (or the subjects covered in them) are the pressing business. He turns one over, saying,]

Given the organization and speed with which the enemy left Ghislain, I doubt there will be much left to pick over. That said, while I've asked our liaison with the Inquisition to keep us abreast of the situation, it would be prudent to send a few of our own people to assist in recovery efforts. I'd rather we have our own eyes there should anything of note be unearthed from the rubble.

[He glances up then, casting a look about the room.]

With the front line so altered and with the change in our own ranks [Hi Tony] now might be a good time to evaluate the trajectory of our efforts.

Comments

[hassaran]

[ Sadly unable to read minds, Yseult squints slightly, as if scrolling through a mental roster. ] Personnel developments?

[bouchonne]

A few of those lovely occasions when you discover people actually aren't idiots.

[propulsion]

[ Tony puts up his hand. ]

[bouchonne]

[ With a gracious nod: ]

Yes; do you have a question?

[propulsion]

[ The hand stays in place. ]

I'm just voting yes on secret pirate fundraiser. Unless you guys wanna pass that potato around a lil' longer.

[katabasis]

[Flint, sat all the way back in his chair—pauses with his cup halfway raised for another sip.

Well, says the quirk of his mouth. Okay then.]

[hassaran]

[ Well. ] It is highly unlikely to be both effective and secret. Which I believe is the point the Commander has been dithering around. We will need to settle on a diplomatic approach.