openish | diplomacy meeting

[cozen]

WHO: Diplomacy Division
WHAT: A meeting (or a consolidation of several theoretically daily/weekly meetings)
WHEN: Nowish
WHERE: Diplomacy work room, Gallows
NOTES: See belowww.

There's no one sitting at the head of this meeting, but no one has the time to spend arranging the chairs in a careful egalitarian circle, either. For the most part the chairs remain at the desks, and the occupants are tasked with angling them this way or that to create a wobbly polygon with everyone facing vaguely center. There's coffee. There's more than one person, probably, taking accurate notes, because this is Diplomacy. There's a pleasant breeze through the busted window that occasionally turns into a paper-rustling gust. And there's work to do.

OOC | Tag this like a network post even though it's happening in person—action spam, threadjacking, branching conversations, no tag order. Make new top-level comments for new agenda items/conversation topics. Anyone can add a new thing. Please add new things. If anyone who isn't in Diplomacy wants to drop a problem/scenario as a top level (like "P.S. Bob made some nobles angry and that needs to be addressed") for everyone to talk about, please do that.

Also, mod hat: when inventing things our characters are doing or have done in the background, we're limited to little things. If something is significant enough to require a plot request, we can't say we're already doing it! But we can propose/strategize for future plot-request-sized efforts (and then do plot requests).

Comments

[cozen]

That's good. And the griffons—we are uniquely positioned to be able to respond to these kinds of attacks. Maybe it should not be so unique, though. I know before he left Captain Flint was interested in training some of the wild griffons to trade to allies.

[bouchonne]

Dear Maker, yes. Let’s get rid of some of those beasts.

[cozen]

None of the ones we ride.

We, Riftwatch. Not we, us.

[ He's thinking about it though. Would that be a huge betrayal. ]

[dissolving]

[ hesitantly, ]

Buttons can't fly. And he might be happier alone -

[ or maybe he just enjoys attacking everyone. maybe they could give him to someone they don't like. ]

[bouchonne]

Which one is that one? I can’t keep them straight.

[dissolving]

Old grey, only got one wing. He's, uh,

[ can you call a bird a bully? more importantly, can you do that and look anyone in the eye ever again ]

Fighty.

[sprent]

We could ask Ellie to inventory the griffons for us. She knows them all very well, so she may know who we could sell on, if it comes to that.

[dissolving]

[ pause, ]

You seen Ellie lately?

[ probably busy. everyone is. anyway, ]

Messere Farnon'd be good for it, too.

[cozen]

Ouais. Either of them.

We would need to train riders, too. If our goal is to help people defend other cities—and the griffons have a say in who rides them, no?

[bouchonne]

Horrible critters.

[dissolving]

Riders?