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sixthiterationlogs2017-02-01 11:26 pm
andrend) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-02-01 11:26 pm
Let the blind lead the blind
WHO: Kylo Ren
WHERE: Just outside the Inn
WHEN: February 1st
OPEN TO: All; Threadjack style
WARNINGS: None other than that this is really long.
STATUS: Open
The fact that daily meals not only existed, but seemed to do so in spite of snow, earthquakes, and auroras in the sky, was one of a few consistently positive glimmers of hope for the village and its inhabitants. It also had the benefit of drawing a large number of those same inhabitants to one predictable location more often than not. For Ren, that was normally a reason to avoid the inn in the hours after dawn and before dusk. However, with his mind on the conversations he had had with Sansa and Veronica, and the missing beast presumably still roaming somewhere out in the canyon, Ren knew he couldn't keep approaching the problem the way he had been, previously.
Veronica's advice still lingered in his mind fresh enough after a month of thought to have him trying something new. He waited for a good number of people to enter the inn before doing so himself, and asked, with a softened tone and a calm voice, if people could spare a moment when they finished to have a discussion.
He had missed the most recent meeting, entrenched as he had been in his training. It had been another lost opportunity, and he wanted no more of those. This was as good of a chance as any, and he was taking action before action could be taken from him.
With his request submitted, he left the inn and borrowed a sturdy crate from outside one of the unused buildings. He took a seat on it, just outside the front of the inn, during the meal. Most people came and went through the doors, and it gave him a good position without worrying about the crowding of the growing village's size packed inside one space.
When enough people decided to come out and take part, he stood back up, his long hair loosely pulled back, and the scar the cut across his face and down his arm far more visible for it. He looked around at the faces gathered, some familiar, others new, and straightened his back, standing taller and more assured. He needed people to trust him, or at least trust that what he had to say might be important. But he could not be harsh, he could not demand. He had to coax reason out, and the only way to do so was to offer his ideas as ideas, and nothing more.
"A lot has happened in this canyon. Some of you have been here for far more of it than I have. There have been hazards, storms, unusual discoveries, and violent creatures. People come and go, almost always without the slightest inclination as to how or why. I myself have gone and returned, and I remember nothing of it." He paused there, one hand holding onto the metal staff he had been using so long now it had become an extension of him. He rested it on the ground like a cane now, using it to keep himself grounded.
"This canyon is unpredictable. The dangers and threats that may face us in the future can not be anticipated wholly, and there is no way of knowing who among us will still be around to see them. But one thing is clear. I do not believe our captors have ever intended anything positive of this place. They observe, and they prevent our escape. They take our strength, our possessions, our memories," He hesitates a moment, his grip tightening on the staff, his voice sharper for a moment before settling back to an even tone. "And they toy with us. We have no idea who they are, what their true intentions may be, or how they came to bring us here, only that for now we are trapped here, together."
He looks over the group that has gathered, a frown crossing his face, his brows furrowed a moment before smoothing over. He has to choose his words carefully, and for the sometimes reckless young man, it isn't easy not to dive straight in.
"I think it's time we discuss whether or not this place needs more than the loose assortment of tasks and common, repeated actions it has as it currently stands. I believe we need a leadership in place. A council. With how unpredictable this place has proven to be, no one person can or should be trusted with that task but more dangers will come, we will face more disasters, more attacks that we can not see coming. We can not assume that we will always have the luxury of waiting until after the fact to react."
He breathes, slow and deep, and tries to find the words again, searching for the right phrasing, the right voice.
"I think a council is something we should consider. A group of people to share the burden of making tough calls or assigning tasks when things go wrong, or when something needs to get done. It will not work, however, if disagreement runs rampant underneath it. That's why I came here. At the very least, it should be discussed. If the majority is against it, I will drop the matter, but if we do not at least have this conversation, I do not think this village will last many disasters before the fragile organization the structure of it is currently built on collapses and falls apart."
Having said his piece, Ren stepped aside, and offered the area he had been speaking from to anyone who might choose to use it.
[This is a meeting post open to threadjacking, interruptions, opinions, and the like. If your character has anything to say, let them do so. I'll drop a secondary comment below for Ren specifically, otherwise go wild and respond to anyone you like or start your own thing. It's intended to be an IC discoure over whether or not the village needs some form of leadership, but any actual organizing of a leadership is not intended or planned to be formed from this meeting.]
WHERE: Just outside the Inn
WHEN: February 1st
OPEN TO: All; Threadjack style
WARNINGS: None other than that this is really long.
STATUS: Open
The fact that daily meals not only existed, but seemed to do so in spite of snow, earthquakes, and auroras in the sky, was one of a few consistently positive glimmers of hope for the village and its inhabitants. It also had the benefit of drawing a large number of those same inhabitants to one predictable location more often than not. For Ren, that was normally a reason to avoid the inn in the hours after dawn and before dusk. However, with his mind on the conversations he had had with Sansa and Veronica, and the missing beast presumably still roaming somewhere out in the canyon, Ren knew he couldn't keep approaching the problem the way he had been, previously.
Veronica's advice still lingered in his mind fresh enough after a month of thought to have him trying something new. He waited for a good number of people to enter the inn before doing so himself, and asked, with a softened tone and a calm voice, if people could spare a moment when they finished to have a discussion.
He had missed the most recent meeting, entrenched as he had been in his training. It had been another lost opportunity, and he wanted no more of those. This was as good of a chance as any, and he was taking action before action could be taken from him.
With his request submitted, he left the inn and borrowed a sturdy crate from outside one of the unused buildings. He took a seat on it, just outside the front of the inn, during the meal. Most people came and went through the doors, and it gave him a good position without worrying about the crowding of the growing village's size packed inside one space.
When enough people decided to come out and take part, he stood back up, his long hair loosely pulled back, and the scar the cut across his face and down his arm far more visible for it. He looked around at the faces gathered, some familiar, others new, and straightened his back, standing taller and more assured. He needed people to trust him, or at least trust that what he had to say might be important. But he could not be harsh, he could not demand. He had to coax reason out, and the only way to do so was to offer his ideas as ideas, and nothing more.
"A lot has happened in this canyon. Some of you have been here for far more of it than I have. There have been hazards, storms, unusual discoveries, and violent creatures. People come and go, almost always without the slightest inclination as to how or why. I myself have gone and returned, and I remember nothing of it." He paused there, one hand holding onto the metal staff he had been using so long now it had become an extension of him. He rested it on the ground like a cane now, using it to keep himself grounded.
"This canyon is unpredictable. The dangers and threats that may face us in the future can not be anticipated wholly, and there is no way of knowing who among us will still be around to see them. But one thing is clear. I do not believe our captors have ever intended anything positive of this place. They observe, and they prevent our escape. They take our strength, our possessions, our memories," He hesitates a moment, his grip tightening on the staff, his voice sharper for a moment before settling back to an even tone. "And they toy with us. We have no idea who they are, what their true intentions may be, or how they came to bring us here, only that for now we are trapped here, together."
He looks over the group that has gathered, a frown crossing his face, his brows furrowed a moment before smoothing over. He has to choose his words carefully, and for the sometimes reckless young man, it isn't easy not to dive straight in.
"I think it's time we discuss whether or not this place needs more than the loose assortment of tasks and common, repeated actions it has as it currently stands. I believe we need a leadership in place. A council. With how unpredictable this place has proven to be, no one person can or should be trusted with that task but more dangers will come, we will face more disasters, more attacks that we can not see coming. We can not assume that we will always have the luxury of waiting until after the fact to react."
He breathes, slow and deep, and tries to find the words again, searching for the right phrasing, the right voice.
"I think a council is something we should consider. A group of people to share the burden of making tough calls or assigning tasks when things go wrong, or when something needs to get done. It will not work, however, if disagreement runs rampant underneath it. That's why I came here. At the very least, it should be discussed. If the majority is against it, I will drop the matter, but if we do not at least have this conversation, I do not think this village will last many disasters before the fragile organization the structure of it is currently built on collapses and falls apart."
Having said his piece, Ren stepped aside, and offered the area he had been speaking from to anyone who might choose to use it.
[This is a meeting post open to threadjacking, interruptions, opinions, and the like. If your character has anything to say, let them do so. I'll drop a secondary comment below for Ren specifically, otherwise go wild and respond to anyone you like or start your own thing. It's intended to be an IC discoure over whether or not the village needs some form of leadership, but any actual organizing of a leadership is not intended or planned to be formed from this meeting.]
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"You did your best, your best came up short. We need to do better. We need to have a clear line of information and a clear line of direction. We need everyone on the same page, and that isn't what's happening here. No one has to agree on everything. I'm not asking people to hold hands and I'm not looking for an overnight solution. I'm looking for ideas to help fix the obvious holes lacking in the supposed structure in place here. A common ground and common set of minds that anyone can be directed to when there is a problem, and who can direct when a problem needs to be solved." He gives a bitter laugh with his words and a shrug. "I didn't realize wanting a bit of reason and logic to this chaos would be a problem, nor did I come here with the intent to tell anyone what I have decided, or did you miss the part where I asked for a conversation to discuss it among everyone?"
He waves a hand off and turns his back. If she wants to leave, fine, but he's not letting her arguments slide without counter.
"But do go ahead and avoid the problem by turning your back on it. I am sure that solves many problems where you're from, and finding missing people is certainly not something a properly organized council could help accomplish."
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"Maybe this isn't the time," he says, trying to reach both of them, though he wonders if he is now speaking to a pair of deaf ears, their horns locked--and he does look at Ren's back when he says it. "I think if we had a council, they wouldn't bait people into cooperation when they're upset over something so important."
Though he's sure he's made no personal ground with her, he'd hate for the woman to storm off in distress. Who knew what could be waiting for them to clash, separate, and scatter into the trees. "Ma'am, if you'd like help in the search, I can't predict the future, but I have...helped find things in the past. I know it might seem stupid or useless, but," he pulls the deck from his coat pocket, remembering how it had found the box Ren had been seeking. "Reading cards is one of my skills. If it would give you any peace of mind, I'd try to help.
"And if it wouldn't, I won't keep you here any longer."
/lurk/
And it was fascinating. Excellent to hear the statements and thought processes of his fellow… cellmates? in whatever sense. The debate betwen Kira, Peggy and Ren particularly so. Cassian was tempted to join in but agreed with Kira about not impeding Peggy… it was difficult to navigate two important directives. Neither should eradicate the other.
Which, ha, was all a microcosm of what they were talking about: the community and the conversation. The through-line as far as Cassian perceived it—indeed stated outright by Ren, Peggy, and Kira in turns. Centralized distribution of accurate information was a prerequisite to command or judgment, if not an end in itself. But while such things died if not made actionable, they could be implemented in stages. One thing at a time.
He watched to see what they did next, and to see if he'd have any services to offer this current implementation. (This talk of "prediction", in seemingly a more literal sense than tactical anticipation, was a bit beyond him. More to learn.) If he didn't, he might have something to offer re: the other, and would find Peggy later to discuss it. (Of course they'd recognized one another when they first met. But he realized now it was beyond both having been in service; it was having been in intelligence.) And separately, if humanly possibly, learn more about whatever Kira was describing.
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"I know what those cards are going to say," she says, her voice quiet and even despite how many times each syllable nearly cracks. There's pain in her eyes and she already knows how this ends. "I need my denial just a little longer, just for a moment more." She gives him a nod, and Ren a last, firm look. "Good luck."
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Shuffling the deck once out of habit, he puts the back into his pocket; Cassian's presence, his attention, he takes in with a downward pull at the corner of his mouth: not having given the man his name, he hardly wanted to give him any knowledge of the deck or its purpose. But that was the price for their public pool of resources, and he could hardly stand around asking for some directory of skills if he meant to keep his own secret.
At least she hadn't thrown the offer back in his face, disbelieving and hurt by his lack of tangible assets.