diplomacy, gird your loins.

[bouchonne]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Byerly and Eshal.
RECIPIENT: All y'all
NOTES: Blue is Byerly, red is Eshal.

Bonsoir, Riftwatch. I have some dreadful news for you all.

[ Byerly’s voice sounds a bit dry. And characteristically dramatic. ]

My dear comrade and equal, would you like to tell them?

It's not dreadful, get over yourself. Anyway, Diplomacy has two heads, because we're better than the lot of them. Right?

Oh, yes. It’s widely acknowledged as a show of faith to appoint two people to do the job normally done by one. A task given only to truly quality prospects.

Exactly.

[ A sigh. ]

My esteemed self and this esteemed lady have been appointed joint heads of Diplomacy. She, being a decent and righteous soul, has volunteered to hear any and all complaints that might be made about this decision.

Yep. Love to meet the rest of you, honestly. Come by the head office, any time. I'll supply the whiskey.

[ Byerly lifts an eyebrow at her; he’d expected a protest to him volunteering her for that thankless duty. But, well, if she’s willing to be the goat here, let her be the goat. A shrug. That’s it. Meet your new overseers. ]

Comments

[justashotaway]

...Diplomacy.

[Doubt.]

[bouchonne]

Just so. A position that requires wit and charm. Haven't we got it in your eyes?

[unshut]

Does this mean the curse is broken, or may we proceed to place bets on your combined longevity in the position? I say this with infinite fondness, of course.

[bouchonne]

You may place bets if I am permitted to join the pool.

[saam]

What're the odds?

[ipseite]

I look forward to working with you both.

[bouchonne]

Surely you were finding things too dull for your tastes.

[saam]

Thank you. You got a name?

[katabasis]

'Esteemed'?

[He voted against literally all of this. Even you, Eshal.]

[bouchonne]

Quite so. We just came back from the bath, where we a-steamed ourselves most thoroughly.

[saam]

[Fake-whispered:] I don't it means what he thinks it means.

[indissection]

You both have my most sincere congratulations.

[ And she sounds terribly amused about the whole event. ]

[bouchonne]

Ah, it never would have happened without my very respectable wife.

[saam]

But are you joining the betting pool?

[heirring]

[WHAT. IS. HAPPENING????]

[sarcophage]

[...






Well, shit.]

[assistente]

[Well. This is still... well, it's news.]

I am pleased that the-- position is filled.

[bouchonne]

Yes, thank the Maker I survived Ghislain to come this far, eh, old fellow?

[saam]

Nice save. Thanks!

[inkindled]

And here I thought it the opposite. Two people, one job--only do that for the more useless jobs, or else to keep someone busy and distracted. Or it's like a test. And one of you'll be sacked in the end.

[bouchonne]

You're not too quick on the uptake, are you, my boy?

[wythersake]

One reflects upon the hydra.

[ could be worse. will at least be entertaining. but: ]

How do you intend to continue Ambassador Amsel's work?

[ mostly the mage bits. a little bit the qun bits. mostly the mage bits. ]

[bouchonne]

Which aspect of her work are you asking about? She was involved in a great many things.

[ just come out and say it. ]

[overharrowed]

My congratulations. I'll be by shortly to check in; if there happens to be whiskey, I won't complain.

[saam]

There's a good man. What's your name? Need to know who I'm going to be biased toward.

[libratus]

Congratulations to you both.

[ That he manages not to sound even a touch sarcastic probably deserves some kind of reward. It's a narrow thing. ]

We have not been introduced, I do not think. Speaker Ilias Fabria. I am heading Project Haven now, so I imagine we will be working together quite closely.

[bouchonne]

I do love the drama of these titles. Don't you? Speaker Ilias Fabria. Honestly, from a certain perspective, aren't we all speakers?

[cozen]

Thank you both for sparing us any further searching. I am at your disposal, of course.

[saam]

What's your name, then? Hope it isn't At Your Disposal.