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[spherenpc]

Who: Max, Rhy and Laurie
Where: The Council Room in the Merchant Dome
What: Council meeting
When: August 13th. (Post Baz's post.)
Warnings: Max


[Despite what Max had said to Baz and how he'd argued with him, Max actually is concerned. Honestly, this seems like a fucking shit show and he'd already gone to give the Sphere a good screaming at.

The Sphere as always didn't give a fuck. Fucking Sphere.

So, Max called a meeting of the Council in the Council room in the Merchant Dome. Before anyone else shows up, he's got the good scotch poured into the fancy crystal glasses at each one of the seats at the round wooden table.

His feet are up on it when Laurie comes in looking just as concerned as Max does. Her voice is soft and annoyed.]

Well, this is a pain in the ass. What do we think's going on this time?

Comments

[unbreakable_king]

Not in this room.

[Max is just too easy to rile up.]

Talk to Richard Strand for additional educational guidance. And music. People like music.

[spherenpc]

Good point. I’ll talk to Richard. Maybe the bards too. Unless you want to do it. And when you make the post you can point out a general call for skills that might be helpful.

[unbreakable_king]

[Rhy pauses and looks at Max. Narrows his eyes and pours himself another glass. Stealing it, damn right.]

Well of course I will be pleased to do so, Max. After all, I'm more personable.

[spherenpc]

You’re the new guy. You get to tell people this shit.

[Max just shrugs before Laurie looks to both of him.]

We done here?

[unbreakable_king]

[Well, if that's happening, he smiles. He can accept this horribly arbitrary rule.]

So it would seem. I shall endeavor to relay our message post haste.

[spherenpc]

Good. I’m gonna go start getting things ready from the infirmary. Max don’t start anymore shit.

[Max just shrugs not a agreeing to anything. ]

And bring shit from the black market. Things people can’t live with out: booze, smokes whatever else alright?

Yes mother.

[Laurie just rolls her eyes. ]

Good luck, Rhy.

[unbreakable_king]

Well, if he's bringing the booze...

[Rhy reaches for the decanter and pulls it close again. He'll take this. To help him compose his message.]

Let's hope they don't seek to burn me for this.

[spherenpc]

[Max just snorts and pulls out a cigar and lights it.]

Yeah. Welcome to politics.

[unbreakable_king]

I'm a King. I'm used to it.

[Though normally only from the nobility, who were assholes. He takes the bottle and offers the man a deep bow with an extravagant flare to it.]

I am here to serve.

[spherenpc]

Hope they don't skin you alive. And leave my booze.

[Max just puts his feet back up on the table and takes another draw of his cigar.]

[unbreakable_king]

I don't know. If I'm relaying the information, then you should really be giving me courage.

[And then he jiggles the decanter. Come on. Share.]

[spherenpc]

Well. I inspire conflict, remember? And you're more personable. I'm sure you will have no problem finding comparable quality of scotch elsewhere.

[Max's tone is entirely made of: good luck with that, buddy.]

[unbreakable_king]

You are quite right. I am that talented. And very busy.

[In a more ornery mood he'd have called for fire, but he's smarter than that. Marginally.]

Good day, Max.

[spherenpc]

Good luck, new guy.

[And he just uses his abilities to slide the bottle back towards him.]

[unbreakable_king]

[Rhy freezes for JUST a moment, shocked. Water magician perhaps? Or wind. But he just nods and walks out. He's got messages to put out there.]