[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]

"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?"