looking for a helping hand [OPEN]

[lionheartedman]

FORM: sending crystal
SENDER: Cullen Rutherford
RECIPIENT: errybody
WHAT: looking for an assistant, perhaps more than one
WHEN: now
WHERE: Kirkwall

NOTES: You don't have to take this seriously. Feel free to mock him and his obvious lack of experience in this matter. You can also feel free to have your character apply for the job even if you don't want them to have it.

[The voice being broadcast is tired. Not just in a didn't-sleep-well-last-night way, but in a constantly-flirting-with-exhaustion way. He doesn't particularly want to be doing this, but Gwen makes some excellent points.]

Good morning, everyone. This is Commander Rutherford, with... I suppose you'd call it a job opening. Keeping on top of everything that needs doing now that we've settled ourselves here is proving to be more work than expected. I'm looking for an assistant, someone to assist with the day to day tasks here, help coordinate with our members and the locals, and just generally... help.

[Help. No, seriously, help. He has no idea what he's doing.]

Comments

[limier]

If only you'd an assistant, with which to sort through all these offers of assistance.

[lionheartedman]

That is at the heart of my problem, yes.

[Are the these two people here trolling him? Probably. Will he recognize it? Almost definitely not.]

[limier]

They shall, of course, require assistance of their own: Someone to coordinate the coordination of coordinators, to oversee the oversought, etcetera. Perhaps a committee might be formed —

[ ok yes, yes she is, but it won't last too long. he's an advisor and right now he sounds like shit. that's worth keeping ahead of. ]

— Or you might allow one that you trust to handle the remaining assignations.

Pardon the intrusion, but do you currently keep to any sort of schedule, Commander?

[lionheartedman]

[One that he trusts. They're coming up on the problem now, aren't they? Mia is gone. Cassandra is back in Skyhold. Also, yeah, even he can see the trolling in that. Any time committees come into things, he knows it's not about him any more.

He sighs.]

Nothing reliable from one day to the next.

[limier]

Mn.

[ a small noise, non-committal: the careful absence of judgment that rather implies its presence. she probably learned it off a chantry sister. ]

Difficult to maintain, with such shifting priorities about us, no? Still, consistency is a balm. There are only so many hours in the day, perhaps it would be helpful to break them down.

[lionheartedman]

Break them down? All right. Dawn, get up. [Notice he doesn't say wake up. He's usually awake already, he's just awake and horizontal.] About thirty minutes after that, begin dealing with the day. There. It's been broken down.

[limier]

And if one of your men were to account their time so, you would find this level of detail sufficient?

[ asked innocently enough. if it’s a little dry, that’s probably only the accent, right?

a general's attention and effort are finite resources, the sort the inquisition need account for. there are less callous reason for concern, of course. they aren’t the sort shared between strangers — templar he may be, but rutherford isn't her brother. she doesn’t know the man, only his position, his reputation. ]