CRYSTAL;

[katabasis]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Flint
RECIPIENT: Riftwatch
NOTES: new dad; vaugely backdated to earlier in the month

This is Captain Flint. For those of you who may be unaware, Ser Coupe has stepped away from command of Riftwatch's forces. I've been asked to take the work to hand in her absence. [How politic.]

I mean to familiarize with the division's work and its personnel. If we have yet to meet, you are more than welcome to make your way to the division office in order to make your introductions. Should you have any questions, I encourage you to ask them. I only request that any concerns be submitted in writing for fair review as I work to acquaint myself. [So they can be burned or stuffed unceremoniously into the Complaints box.]

Comments

[exequy]

What happened to Coupe?

[ Did she fall down some stairs.

Were they the stairs with the broken glass on them. ]

[katabasis]

She stepped away. [see fig.A] I'm sure she'd be more than happy to discuss the matter with you personally were you to ask.

[elegiaque]

Well, you were already sort of in charge of me.

( she means because boats, and that she's in forces, but also #outwiththeolddadinwiththenew )

[katabasis]

[Anyone being in charge of Madame Baudin is so wholly an unnatural state of affairs that it hardly warrants mention.]

I appreciate the sentinment.

[elegiaque]

( it's a purely ornamental role, just ask coupe. )

Just be sure to keep your quarters closed if you don't want any of the fucking menagerie in there.

( she didn't warn any of the other division heads. affection. )

[bouchonne]

Oh, now I'm sad that I'm on Diplomacy. Experiencing a bit of your stern discipline would be thrilling.

[katabasis]

[He and that dog are on good terms, but you can keep the rest.]

I'll see to it that anything not in need of chewing is kept off the floor.

[katabasis]

By all means - you're more than welcome to stop in should you find yourself in need of scolding while Riftwatch is looking for a new head of Diplomacy.

[bouchonne]

Would you be cruel?

[katabasis]

I'd prefer fair, but you can call it whatever you like.

[bouchonne]

I suppose all the tyrants of history considered themselves fair, too.

[katabasis]

[A bark of a laugh.]

Maker help whoever oversees your division.

[bouchonne]

[ Sounding quite pleased with himself: ]

Sadly for them, the Maker does not concern himself with such petty matters.

Still - congratulations. I suppose this was a promotion that never could have happened under the auspices of the Inquisition - fortunate that we're now Riftwatch and can embrace...novel approaches to leadership.

a concern submitted in writing for fair review,

[aforethought]

COMANDR CAPTEN FLINT,

WHAT ABOWT ONES CANT RITE

[katabasis]

Novel. That's kind of you to say.

[It's not like Byerly's wrong.]

a bewildered runner, sent to track melys down days later,

[katabasis]

"I'm to say you can make your complaints in person to the Seneschal if you cannot write them."

[elegiaque]

You know, he's very well-trained.

( he'll still chew up your shit. )

[bouchonne]

It is, truly. Novel is a high compliment. After all, it's not as though the old approaches were really - you know - working.

[katabasis]

Has the Provost considered closing his door?

[elegiaque]

Hardie especially can't simply be shut up always. A certain amount of coming and going is inevitable.

( and cats are gonna cat, what is a closed door to a cat but a challenge. )

[ipseite]

Congratulations on your appointment, Commander Flint.

[katabasis]

I'm surprised to find you with strong opinions on the matter, Mr Rutyer.

[katabasis]

So he has considered it.

[elegiaque]

Yes, but you kept getting in anyway.

[katabasis]

[Sounds like gratitude (stilted, half genuine) even if the words aren't a thank you; he knows how he's meant to play this game:]

I hope to be useful in it.