06-23-2018, 12:32 PM
AND I'M JUST A DEAD MAN WALKING TONIGHT
Madi was late as fuck because impromptu trips to DC, but nevertheless, tasks were tasks. Things to do. Bastille yawned slightly, and then blinked as others started to wander over to him for an assignment. Right. Time to play think of shit that's fitting but useful. He offered Pele a half-smile, and then provided, "Hey, Pels. Why don't you ask someone to visit Tangle with you? Take them some extra beads and shit to keep and teach them a little bit about our traditions.
"Gordon, I want you to gather up Margy's kiddos and bring them to the Cleric's corner sometime. You know the back storage in there? The pouch of necklace strings are in there, and they need to pick theirs soon. That work for you?
"Suiteheart, meet with anyone who is signed up as an ambassador. See if you can find volunteers for our vacancies as well. Brainstorm ideas and shit for events." A bit dismissive towards her, more neutral towards Margy. "Margy, can you put together a sparring competition of some sort? Something engaging to get people to fucking training a bit."
A pause as he considered Hazel, briefly at a loss. And then: "Hazel, you can... Um, add some constellations and paint to the bunker, too? To match the basement?"
[align=center]BASTILLEPRISONER — ASTRAL SERAPH — TAGS"Gordon, I want you to gather up Margy's kiddos and bring them to the Cleric's corner sometime. You know the back storage in there? The pouch of necklace strings are in there, and they need to pick theirs soon. That work for you?
"Suiteheart, meet with anyone who is signed up as an ambassador. See if you can find volunteers for our vacancies as well. Brainstorm ideas and shit for events." A bit dismissive towards her, more neutral towards Margy. "Margy, can you put together a sparring competition of some sort? Something engaging to get people to fucking training a bit."
A pause as he considered Hazel, briefly at a loss. And then: "Hazel, you can... Um, add some constellations and paint to the bunker, too? To match the basement?"
Honey, you're familiar, like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on his sword, Innocence died screaming; honey, ask me, I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door. [b][sup]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/sup][/b]