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Julius ([personal profile] overharrowed) wrote in [community profile] faderift2023-12-09 02:29 pm

[OPEN-ISH] Sometimes I feel like my brain turns to leaves

WHO: Julius, Ellie, Strange, Barrow, Wysteria, Benedict, and anyone else who wants to tap in
WHAT: Julius has a new job
WHEN: Vaguely after the return from the Silent Plains
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Feel free to tag in responding to the main text, or talk to me OOC if you'd like to hash out a bespoke starter.




When Julius realized he was the last dedicated project leader remaining, it had been clear to him that the position was likely to change or vanish in short order. The organization has contracted, and distinctions that were once useful have become redundant. It's not as if his knowledge from the project would be lost, or that he doesn't trust the new division heads. To the contrary, he's worked with Niehaus on red lyrium for years, and Derrica is among his nearest and dearest. They are sensible choices and that are also personally advantageous to him.

If a small part of his mind registers frustration at not swinging up the ladder himself, there's another part ready to point out all the reasons he wasn't the most strategic choice, many of which were the results of his own actions. It's fine.

Seneschal is unquestionably a position they need filled, and also one that requires trust. He's here because he's earned that. And he's willing to shelve his own ambitions (or at least turn them down a bit) in the name of a well-run, effective organization. It's not as if he isn't a practical man. But it's an adjustment. It certainly feels a bit like starting over, not least as he settles into a new office. He's not set official office hours yet, but he can be found sorting through a variety of books, papers, and correspondence more often than not for the first week or so.

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[personal profile] heirring 2024-01-29 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Well," she says, in the tone of voice of a person who once a long time ago drew up a lost and who has now more or less forgotten about it until exactly this moment.

"I had proposed the formalization of a sort of agreement to certain kind of conduct which we might all ascribe to. Expectations, you see, of certain rules for the organization which might be suitable and how we might address the breaking of those rules. But that's the sort of thing which requires those whom it will set in order to first agree to it, and I can't say that I was given the impression that most members embraced the possibility. And no one was very keen on the idea of dueling or any other way of settling affairs."
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[personal profile] heirring 2024-02-03 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, I agree. But I would argue that I can hardly impose certain rules and regulations of my own volition. It would require—well, your approval, for one. And the Division Heads, naturally. But moreover, as we are predominantly an organization of"—miscreants and scoundrels—"volunteers, I imagine that any such expectations and the means by which they're enforced must rise up from the lower ranks, so to speak. I'm more than happy to inquire on the subject again, but I can't say that I anticipate a more considered response this time than the last."

Deep breath. She continues, "The people who are most often given to be sensitive about matters of conduct imagine themselves to be capable of enforcing whatever repercussions they choose, and to do so privately without the interference of the organization. The rest don't seem to believe it's necessary."
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[personal profile] heirring 2024-02-07 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
"But that is of course my meaning—" she begins to say. The last time she had made inquiries, she'd been met with jokes or silence and little between the two points. Hardly rich earth for tilling, as certain University of Markham scholars might say. But here she pauses, wrinkling her nose. If it's a little sullen—

Well, then it just is. Sometimes one is a very busy young lady, and somewhat prone to disliking the pretense of yet more work (nevermind it being work for an office she had elected to snatch).

"I suppose I might propose a series of articles, and then demand a response within a particular time frame. 'Speak now, or hold your tongue later' sort of business."
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[personal profile] heirring 2024-02-09 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
For a split second it seems as if she might reply instantly. Then, her mouth buttons up tight. She takes a thin breath in through the nose, a flicker of frustration evident in her face as she measures some invisible thing inside her head; when she speaks again, it's to ask—

"And what sort of expectations would you suggest, Seneschal? Were you the one drafting the rules of conduct."
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[personal profile] heirring 2024-02-17 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I understand entirely what you mean. And am agreed that there eought to be expectations and certain agreed upon behavior. My point is that the What happens requires at least some small measure of agreement among the company as well—an understanding from those in Riftwatch who spend a majority of their time outside of offices—, and the what happens would seem to be very nebulous indeed. I have asked these questions before, Seneschal, and no one seems particularly ready or willing to suggest an answer. Not seriously, in any case."

She spreads her hand across the arm of the chair. It's her own kind of shrug.

"So what would your answer be? Let us take one of the more trivial crimes. I have had things stolen by other Riftwatch members—in the past, not now obviously. What do you believe would have been fair recourse for such a thing?"