WAR TABLE MISSION: People of Riftwatch

[bouchonne]

WHO: Diplomacy interviewers and interviewees
WHAT: As outlined in this ooc post, Diplomacy members have been asked to interview other members of Riftwatch to gather information so they can have pamphlets written about them.
WHEN: Whenever
WHERE: Diplomacy office
NOTES: None as of yet

The Diplomacy office has a rather nice set-up: there are a few comfortable chairs and couches, and the offices themselves are well-supplied with coffee, tea, and drinks of a stronger nature. So, at the very least, the interviewers and their subjects will feel relatively comfortable during their conversation.

If things go according to plan, each interviewer will be set up in the office when their interview subject arrives. Benedict Artemaeus will have opened the door and shown the interviewee inside and will have gotten them a drink of their choice. From there, it falls to the interviewer to ask the first question.

Comments

[icasm]

Loki has had a trying time since he last saw and spoke with Jude directly. Some weeks? Months, perhaps. Losing time is a real concern, actually. Good things have happened but also terrible things, and he's doing his best to prevent himself from spiraling further, deeper into depression as a result. So. Tasks. Assignments, even.

Helping with the war effort. Or something.

Not a bad idea, he thinks. As a plan of attack against the myriad of things beyond his control, it is vague as all get out, but it's better than nothing. Or the alternative.

All of this to say that Loki is glad to see Jude in particular for this... project, in part because Jude exudes a sense of calmness. Of familiar and familial comradery. His smile at the greeting is tempered by an inner exhaustion that seems if not bone deep then rapidly approaching such, but he shakes Jude's hand with a firm, soft grip that has only in the last year begun to develop calluses.

"I'm almost afraid to ask which division you thought I would be part of, instead." A headtilt and Loki gestures. Sit, sit. "Do you need more tea before we get started?"

[foolsmakeitcolder]

Jude settles his hand on the back of Loki's, squeezing it lightly between his own, holding on long enough to look over his face. He looks like a man far too careworn, even here in this place.

He reluctantly lets him go, setting down on the other side of the table.

"Scouting," admits with a smile. "Or Forces. No doubt either would value a shifter. But I imagine that's for when diplomacy needs a bit of help."

Jude shakes his head lightly, and instead, slides his still-warm and mostly full cup across the desk for Loki.

"You look like you might need this more."