crystal; odd jobs and training efforts

[katabasis]

FORM: Crystal
SENDER: Flint
RECIPIENT: Everyone, but mostly Forces
NOTES: Also, a reminder that the JOBS BOARD exists now. I refuse to stop trying to make fetch happen.

Riftwatch, this is Commander Flint. With the end of winter approaching, Forces will be implementing an accelerated schedule for the repair of equipment and maintenance of gear to see that we're prepared for the coming months. Any member of Forces should expect an extra item on their rota. Any member of Riftwatch outside the division who finds they have time in the day they happily apply to manual labor is more than welcome to come to the division office and take up one of the miscellaneous tasks posted at the list on the door. If you cannot read the list, Matthias will do so for you.

[Hope you all love repairing armor and refinishing the hulls of small boats.]

Further, as the entirety of the organization has a well developed instinct for sticking its nose where it might be cut off, should anyone feel they are ill-equipped to defend themselves in an emergency and wish to remedy that, Forces will be organizing training sessions with which to familiarize yourself with some kind of weapon. There is to be a separate sheet posted on the notice board for both interested students and anyone willing to give instruction. I would prefer no one deface it.

[But if it keeps you all busy and out of his business, draw all the outrageous phalluses you can imagine. There is even a bit of graphite on a string attached to the pin and a suspiciously ample series of margins for that very purpose. You're welcome.]

If there are any questions, you're welcome to submit them either in writing or in person. If you have complaints, there is a box for that.

Comments

[bouchonne]

A better place than most.

[ Even amongst the bullshit, his patriotism runs strong. Strong enough to actually rear its head sometimes. ]

[katabasis]

[Tell that to everyone dead from the Fifth Blight these thereotical soporati are replacing.]

It won't be cheap. Do you think you can convince any Bann they want these people enough to subsidize them, or are we better served calling in some other series of favors?

[bouchonne]

[ and whose people STARTED the blights huh ]

Money...is often in rather shorter supply than land and goodwill is, down in Ferelden. Perhaps we can convince some Orlesian lords that taking in the refugees is a disgraceful burden for us - they'd probably fund it and titter behind their hands.

[katabasis]

[Across his knuckles, a flat look.]

I find men from the South quick to believe anyone from the North is only here in search of trouble. Maybe you can convince Orlais they'd be sabotaging Ferelden.

[bouchonne]

Be fair, now. Nothing good has ever come for us from the North. - But yes; it could be an easy trick.

[katabasis]

Then it sounds like you have plenty of work to do with our allies. And a song to write.

[bouchonne]

Is this your leadership style, Flint? Trying to pass off tasks to others so that you can have ample time to read poetry, brood, and threaten the people around you? I suppose all those activities do take quite a portion of your day.

[katabasis]

I have a long reading list.

[bouchonne]

Have you ever considered the possibility that people with their noses buried in books end up nearsighted, pale, and joyless?

[katabasis]

Everyone in the South turns pale. Is there a reason you're insulting me instead of just asking for something specific?

[bouchonne]

Oh, largely because I don't have anything specific at the moment. I wouldn't mind you promising me a favor, though.

[katabasis]

[He doesn't guffaw in disbelief out loud, but the face he pulls is close to it. What does Rutyer take him for?]

Guarantee it to be proportional, and I might consider it. I'm not cleaning your boots for a week.

[bouchonne]

What - you think debasing yourself by scrubbing boots is greater than the weight of hundreds of innocent lives saved? Your pride must be a dry meat indeed, to stick in your throat so.

[katabasis]

I can see I've overtaxed you.

[The humor is certainly dry in any case. Flint shifts up from the window.]

I'll leave the packet with you, [with a nod to the papers on Rutyer's desk] and see to that partner you require. If you decide there's something I can actually do for you with respect to either venture, say the word.

[bouchonne]

Of course you've overtaxed me.

[ He lets out a low, mournful sigh. ]

I'm a useless, lazy, incompetent man when I'm in full health. And now?

[katabasis]

[From where he stands near the window, Flint gives Byerly there at the desk a thorough study. At last:]

Well, good luck with all of that.

[He turns to go.]