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

[overharrowed]

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.

Comments

[heirring]

"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."

[overharrowed]

"Perhaps. If you were inclined to approach it that way, I would suggest giving the Division Heads an opportunity to review them before opening them to the company at large." Yet another draft may not be the most compelling idea on its face, but he adds, "If you present it to the organization already knowing the leadership is at least open to all you present, it can allow for genuine discussion without the potentially awkward addition of one of the Division Heads publicly intervening."

(Then again, maybe not everyone is obsessively devoted to not losing face, Julius.)

"I only think, in your place, I might wish a more organized framework. But I am not attempting to directly intervene, only to understand your approach," he adds, mildly.

[heirring]

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."

[overharrowed]

He tilts a hand. "Obviously, it would take some thought. Offhand, I would say the most extreme cases aren't pressing; everyone in the company, I assume, knows that murdering a fellow Riftwatch agent or knowingly passing information to the enemy is immediate grounds for expulsion, and more dire consequences as well. More useful might be something like ... What happens if someone refuses to work with another agent because of their political beliefs or nationality? What if someone were to keep a neighbor from getting sufficient sleep because of a mismatch in their waking hours and refused to adjust their behavior after the neighbor asked? What are the rules differentiating personal affects from Riftwatch's collective resources?"

Julius shrugs. "Maybe we are small enough that these things don't need to be spelled out. But if they have been spelled out and agreed upon, it gives you new power as mediation officer to back up your judgments. As no document could cover every case, obviously your judgment would still be in play, but in more routine instances, possibly useful. Or not — again, I don't mean to say this must happen, only to explain what I mean."

[heirring]

"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?"