That Secret Side of Me

[tellmejohn]

Who: OPEN TOWN MEETING
What: Discussing how to deal with the Malnosso's Ultimatum
When: 10AM Wednesday the 13th
Where: The Barracks
Summary: Law put up a LucetiLocked Summons for people. Come attend yo.
Rating: Variable

[A Town Meeting for how to handle the situation. No doubt people will come and speak up about things in turn. Despite the fact that I'm posting with Scorpius he's obviously not the one organizing it. There's an OOC Plotting Post here.

This post will have two subthreads mostly for quick and easy organizational purposes - one to put aside the proposing of ideas or questions, ICly (if you want to not write out the whole thing ICly you could just put up an OOC description of what they're doing. and then a second for mingling which isn't necessarily publicly proposing some big idea or question

As it's a mass log feel free to tag in whatever format you please]

Comments

[tailasoldastime]

[Somewhat bitterly:] I don't have a "mum".

[all7seas]

Lad -- EVERYONE'S got a mum.



Unless, of course, they were torn directly from the thigh of Zeus.

[And he's guessing you weren't, Beast.]

[tailasoldastime]

[... He does not know what that means.]

I mean she is... [...] ... She's dead.

[all7seas]

............Oh. Well. Mine too, eh?

[Awkwarrrrrrd.]

[tailasoldastime]

[Well hmph, he asked for it. But this is pretty awkward. Now he doesn't know what to say.]

[all7seas]

[Make that two of them, sitting in kind of clumsy silence.]

[tailasoldastime]

[Hmmmm, this can't go on forever, can it? One of them has to say something. And it... will have to be him, won't it. Uh...]

... S-so... wh... what will you... do? In th-this... thing?

1/2

[all7seas]

The same thing I always do, Beastie.

2/2

[all7seas]

[tailasoldastime]

[Oh...

...

... Why... why aren't you using a glass? That... doesn't look right.]

Does... d-does that... really help?

[all7seas]

I find it always helps me. Would you care for a swallow?

[tailasoldastime]

[His face immediately contorts into a slightly confused, almost-disgusted face.] S-swallow?! Y-you mean... drink?!

[Wait, Beast, wait... that's not very nice. Try again. ... But he doesn't even know what that is... a-and he... touched it... with his... mouth. ... Ugh.]

Uh... I, uh... n-no... th-thank... you.

[all7seas]

Whyever not? You look like you could use a bit of the hair of the dog. Or.




Right, no more hair. But you look as though a little mallet to the head wouldn't harm. What of just a swallow?

[You're huge, Beast; you should be able to handle some liquor.]

[tailasoldastime]

[His face drops at the hair comment.]

A little... mallet... to the... head...? [That... actually sounds like it would harm, Monsieur Jack.]

[all7seas]

It's JUST an expression!

[tailasoldastime]

Oh, right, uh.. I knew that. [...] ... No thank you.

[all7seas]

Why not? Are you certain? It's very good stuff.

[tailasoldastime]

[Probably not good enough for him to ignore that that drink probably has your germs, Jack.] Is it?

[all7seas]

Would I lie?!

[Yes. Yes he would.]

[tailasoldastime]

[Narrowing his eyes now.] I don't know.

[all7seas]

Perhaps you're more of an ale man. Beast. Thing.

[tailasoldastime]

I'm not a "thing".

[all7seas]

Sorry! Lad. Furry lad-beast. Is ale your beverage of choice?

[tailasoldastime]

[Hrmph. Good enough.] I've never tried it.

[all7seas]

Very well -- what HAVE you tried?!