crystal; closed to diplomacy

[altusimperius]

FORM: crystal
SENDER: Benedict
RECIPIENT: members of Diplomacy
NOTES:

[posh and softspoken, guess who it is:]

In light of our most recent Rifter's arrival, maybe we ought to, um. Encourage a certain degree of etiquette, both for those receiving sending crystals for the first time, and for those greeting a new member.

It can be very confusing and isolating, coming here. When one didn't intend to, presumably when one doesn't even know what our world is or what they're doing here. People say stupid things on both sides of the crystal, and they get heated.

I don't have a solution, but it's something I've been thinking about. And would like to talk through, if you'll humor me.

Comments

[dissolving]

[ echoing benedict (which might be more effective if he didn't sound like dracula's poor cousin): ]

Encourage a certain degree of etiquette. You got another way that looks, 's the time to put it forward.

[bouchonne]

Oh, now we’re talking about Artemaeus.

[dissolving]

We're talking on you, and what you want from the conversation he started. You can duck that long as you like, but he was brave enough t'bring an idea. Reckon we all owe it some actual consideration. Not blind agreement, and not having a go. If you can't do that, dunno how y'expect everyone else to.

[bouchonne]

We haven’t talked much before, have we, dear fellow?

[dissolving]

[ that he does not, given this conversation, intend to talk much after -

doesn't matter. won't. that's the crux of all this, isn't it? they're too short hands to shuck anyone for acting a fool.

(that byerly has sat in the exact same meetings as him and thought it irrelevant stirs some older shadow. same as abella not hearing his name, as rowntree talking past his head, as vidal's rank condescension. ever the outsider,) ]

I'm in the Gallows most days,

[ so: no. ]

[bouchonne]

We should talk more.

[ He sounds immensely pleasant. ]

Shall we set up a charming little coffee date?

[dissolving]

[ goat: gotten. but he didn't decide to branch out only to bitch out, run back to guard duty; you sign for the job, you do it. so — ]

'S time for another Barnsley letter. You want an eye on it, come 'round the library after noon.

[ before that, he'll be hitting his feelings with a sword ]