[closed] let's go de-fense

[thereneverwas]

WHO: Barrow, Flint, Marcus
WHAT: let's talk about FORTIFICATIONS
WHEN: for comedy's sake let's say a few days before DeathPlot
WHERE: Misc Office M
NOTES: if you don't do the safety dance you will be left behind

In proper Barrow fashion, he closed his eyes and submitted his name and then forgot about it for a month and a half, and when the posting arose, he continued to pretend it didn't exist for another week or so before finally, while gazing absently at the battlements one day, he realized time wasn't going to slow down.
And so it is that Barrow has requested the presence of the two most likely collaborators in his newfound position of Master of Works, also known as The Bloke In Charge Of The Siege Things, and it's with a very convincing (he thinks) confidence that he welcomes them into the spare office, where he has laid out some glasses with a decanter of whiskey and some assorted biscuits (what do official types drink during meetings, anyway?).

"Gentlemen," he begins, the disarming smile plastered on his face-- look, look at me, you have to work with me now, let's pretend we like each other-- "thank you for coming. I thought I'd have a look into what's already in place before I start making any grand plans."