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Luceti Town Meeting Cycle Year 5

Who: Everyone!
What: Town meeting
When: February 6th at 6 PM
Where: The school cafeteria
Summary: The village gets together for a town meeting. Let there be ideas, plans, and future festivities.
Rating:
With the help of some friends and friends of friends, the school cafeteria has been transformed into a meeting space. Rows of chairs and a few benches fill the space, providing adequate seating for whoever wishes to come to the meeting.

Along the back are some tables set with cookies, pastries, and tea, juice, and coffee for people to munch and sip on, before, during, and after the meeting

By the entrance is another table. On it sits a locked box with a slit on top, small sheets of blank paper, and a few pencils and pens. This is the message box, for anyone who wishes to express an idea or thought in an anonymous manner. The box will later be opened and all the messages inside will be read out loud by Ginia.

At the front sits a platform - one of the ones built for A Midsummer Night's Dream - with a table and chair resting on top. It's where Ginia will sit during the meeting, the extra height for the purpose of being able to see anyone who may be seated in the back row.

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Pre-meeting socializing
The meeting
Message Box
Headcount

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"You were on the last draft. How many of their war ships could she engage at once? What about air attacks?"

Edited 2012-02-06 20:34 (UTC)

"Not many." It's a simple, honest answer. "Exploding shot might be effective against some aerial attacks, but, again, not many. It is one ship, but I would rather see one ship engage what enemies it can as best it can than let an entire fleet land on the shores unopposed. Even if Britannia stops only one ship-- that is one ship worth of enemies others do not have to fight."

"So she's a way to buy time, you're saying.

Not a deterrent, though. Unless they thought we have more ships than we do."

"By all means, Captain Jack, if you wish to create a deterrent, you are free to join us in the Joanna Joyce The more we have, the more time we can buy. At the moment, no one has even pretended we can stop a full invasion, but even a full fleet could not do so if the enemy had its mind made up. Leave the objective to those of us actually attempting to do something."

"Kennedy -- first off, I've sailed longer than you. I've been a Captain for nearly twenty years. I've probably been in more open-water conflicts than you, not to mention faced down the entire EITC fleet with two ships. Sit down or take a different tone.

Secondses: the Joanna is not a battleship. I just want to be clear on what your intentions are, is all. If people are signing on for a suicide mission, they should be aware of the fact. You've got powerful magician-like types on our side. Why could they not create an illusion of more ships? A glamor. Something sort of permanent-like."

He had just the person in mind, though he wasn't sure if he could ask her to do that.

"Do you think we could convince the Third Party that this village has the manpower to crew a fleet?

You have mentioned, Captain Sparrow, facing down a fleet with two ships. That says precisely what we mean-- a fleet need not be a deterrent. One can be outnumbered and still come out victorious. Or be willing to chance the odds. That goes both ways. There is nothing to say that they would turn tail and run if they thought we had a fleet.

If Britannia could be a reliable full defence, I would welcome it. If she can only buy time and stem some flow of the battle to make the rest of the fight easier for others-- fine. If we are invaded? Any resistance might be no more than a suicide mission. That is the reality of war. You and I-- Mister Kennedy and Mister Bush-- most of the village knows this.

We must be prepared to die. But we can, at least, be equipped and manned to give them a fight and help those who do not have an easier time of it."

"Aye. I think we could convince them of that, actually. Seeing, as they say, is believing. Imagination, you'll recall -- you see a fleet, you see the men behind it. My way simply spares more lives, and is therefore the better wager.

Leave the fighters to more optimal stations by the village, where the attack will be targeted. Blow the tunnel. Disable the transporter. The mountains are the best defense, well nigh impassable as they are. Play Navy on your own time."

"Jack. Unless you are planning to join the crew or help make gunpowder, I suggest you keep your suggestions for purely hypothetical situations until they are needed. All we are asking for, this moment, is a crew and powder to have the power to do something when the time comes, and when that time comes, I am sure your suggestions depending on the situation will be invaluable."

Not spoken in a very patient tone.

"It's a town meeting, Kennedy. I'm sorry if I've trod all over your bollocks in asking questions about your mad bloody useless plan, but I'm not seeing how any of my questions concerning it are out of order.

I will never join your crew, sir, because I do not trust either of you to lead said crew to any good ends. Your preparations are foolish and a waste of manpower. If I see an enemy sail on the horizon, I will be taking the steps aforementioned. If they've no way to move their armies across the mountains, they shall not reach the village."

"The Third Party can fly through mountains, Jack."

Bugger. That was possibly true. They did have wings, after all. But worse than that --

"Their buggered flying ships."

"Which ours were quite effective against, last time. With...Captain Hornblower in command."

Ugh, that draft. That draft had been one long period of shame for Jack Sparrow. First mate on the ugliest tub in the sea, under Norrington, no less. The newcomer Hornblower chosen over him as captain, even though he'd had more experience. It had stung. Things had only improved upon the capture of the Elizabeth, that fair flying vessel. But that hadn't ended well.

Ugh. With Captain Hornblower in command. Jack throws up in his mouth a little.

"You smug bastard, Kennedy. Very well; how many guns did you say you had?"

Sorry for spoiling your birthday present, Horatio, but...

"We'll soon have a long nine at our disposal. Best for range and accuracy. We hope to have more before long. It'd be better than blowing up the tunnel and cutting off an escape route."

"Kennedy -- I know what a long nine's good for."

Honestly, it bothered Jack most when Archie Kennedy treated him as though he knew nothing of sailcraft or warcraft. All those explanations. Almost as bad as Angel, sometimes. Maybe that was a Navy thing.

"How on earth are you going to get more of them? Surely our smithy isn't capable of producing that many so quickly."

...A long nine. Horatio has to check the beginnings of a smile. But there's business to attend to.

"But others here might not," Horatio interjects, tone as even as he can manage.

"We may not have access to many quickly. But any that we do have, we can use.

Cutting off the tunnels-- It's an old tactic. A good one." Sound in theory, he doesn't want to argue that. "But an old one. If they know about the tunnels-- and they might-- then." His tone changes. It lowers, not calmer but more guarded. "All they need do is send a decoy force by sea. We will react-- destroy the transport system and effectively block the tunnels. Then they sweep the main force from the other side.

We would have no means of escape."

"Sorry -- do you mean an escape from the village to the sea? Or escape from the sea to the village? Because there is a path."

Because he wasn't clear on that. And an escape from the village to the sea wasn't an escape at all.

[lol and if I had known at the beginning of the thread that the 3rd Party could in fact fly an armed force across mountains -- confirmed by Masa -- this thread would have gone differently. Sorry!]

Edited 2012-02-06 22:03 (UTC)

"From the village to the sea. From the sea to the village. Either way, it's travel through the mountains and days worth of walking, from my understanding.

Any way to stop them also stops us. Destroying possible entrances should be looked at as destroying possible retreats, as well."

"Only if you leave anyone on the other side. Easy enough to kill the connection at the Barracks after evacuating the shore. And you know as well as I that the beach is no place for hundreds of people to retreat to. No water. No food. Nice long death, if they get trapped out there."

"Then it's a contingency we can plan for, Jack, not a death knell to the very concept of having a ship of war as defense. All this, it may not even happen, and any plan we make won't survive an actual invasion. All we can do is build up resources. It's the entire reason Britain lost the colonies, isn't it? And it's why we've beaten back Bonaparte thus far. We were underprepared before, and we're trying to prepare."

"Britain loses the....

And for the record, I never said I was against preparations. I've had to think of all of this since I moved out to the shore a year ago. Food. Storing it up. Water. Rain barrels, caches on the roof, a collection tank. It takes a lot to support even three people by the sea for any length of time. All I do, gentlemen, is prepare. Now this is two different animals: prepare a ship, and prepare for refugees. I'm not against the former, not at all. The latter will take more than even a handful of people are capable of."

"Then perhaps you'd best bring up as a separate subject how best to go about it."

"And why would I do that, sir?"

"Because you already have, and in the wrong discussion."

Jack looks pointedly at Hornblower, who brought up the topic of escape to the sea. Why even bother to argue anymore with these two.

"Luck to you, gentlemen."

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