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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.]
OTA
There is something uncomfortable in the young man who speaks first, a hesitation, care with his words that speaks of unfamiliarity with the setting, with the topic, with something, although what is not so easy to determine. But there is no such unease when Gracchus approaches the crate that serves as speaker's platform.
"Some form of leadership would be of great benefit to this village," he agrees, trying to speak slowly, at least at first, because he knows that the accent in which he speaks English is heavy, rolling, as awkward to their ears as a Numantine speaking Latin is to his own. "Proper leadership could provide the administration required to ensure that everyone here is fed and none die of hunger for lack of the skill to hunt or fish. It could ensure that repairs of damaged buildings are undertaken, that the village is defended against animal attacks. Much could be done to make our lives here more stable, captivity notwithstanding."
/bends space/time just a wee bit/
To this, though, he had a genuine question.
He raised his unbandaged hand, in the arm not confined by a sling, and said, just as slowly and clearly so his own accent wouldn't take arms against Gracchus's, "I'm new here. This is not a rebuttal, I genuinely don't know. To what extent are we already undertaking those things cooperatively? Enough of this community seem concerned with our collective wellbeing. This might be a communication issue—requiring centralized information, not centralized command." Control. "The individuals with relevant skills only need to know their neighbor's need in order to fill it?"
no subject
The mistake that Gaius' enemies made, and Tiberius' before them, was in assuming that because something was about power, it couldn't also be about helping people, and doing what was right. Gaius knows that mistrust, but the concept he's seeing here that people would rather be without any sort of organization or leadership is a strange one to a man whose whole life had been built around the idea of service to the Roman state, steeped in the glory of his father and grandfather, and the indignity of the inglorious death that had been all that state afforded his brother.
This, though, isn't about power. What power anyone could gain over this disorganized group of exiles that could be even a shadow of the power he'd held in Rome, for so brief a time? Even the lowest of magistracies in Rome held an influence that nothing here could touch.
The things he'd learned, though, as quaestor and tribune, quartermaster and leader, were things he knows can help these people if they will accept them.
Gaius lifts a hand in a gesture of concession to the man's point.
"A community this small has no need of the vast infrastructure of Rome, but if we rely on finding the right person at the right time, there is the danger of never having the right person at all. I do not know the skills of everyone here, or everyone in the village. Is anyone able to fix the ruined houses? I do not know, and I do not know if anyone does. Some form of administration would allow those needs to be managed more efficiently."
no subject
He nodded in respect and satisfaction with Gaius's response, stepping back to see who else might join in. Either way, he added Gaius's face to Peggy's in his mental roster of people to talk to further about these things—about setting up some sort of centralized intelligence distribution, as a prerequisite to further infrastructure, or an end in of itself.
…Which probably was against the spirit of the meeting… it wouldn't be secret from anyone else, after all… but Cassian operated better in direct exchanges than in large committees.