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

[saam]

I got the flow of it, yeah. Statement stands.

[assistente]

Oh. Good. Yes. Um, I-- well, I am pleased, always, when a relatively-- when a person new to the In, um, to Riftwatch--finds a place, quickly. It is a good-- Um, it is good.

[saam]

You can calm down whenever you like, Sal. I don't bite.

[assistente]

[sounds like a thing someone who bites might say, but]

Oh. Yes. No, I am calm.

[saam]

Okay. Trusting you on that one. Calm people are easier to work with, yeah?

[assistente]

Yes, I agree. Fully. You would-- count yourself, then, as-- calm?

[saam]

Yeah. I-... Yeah, I keep calm. Maybe not cool, but calm.

[assistente]

Good. Yes. That is important--an important quality, that is--for someone working in diplomacy. Not that--this is an additional interview, of any sort, only-- um, only--pointing it out.

[saam]

I think I'm gonna have fun working with you, Sal.

[assistente]

Oh.

[As always, Salvio scans that for some hint of sarcasm. It's hard when you're not face to face. Eventually he gives up, and says, somewhat uncertainly, but with great hope--]

Good. I am--glad to hear it.