hexarchate_rpg | toasting and debriefing

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moves: chapter 2

toasting and debriefing

Sasha has messaged the team, summoning them to a meeting in the common room. After sending the message, she heads there herself, and starts pouring shots of rosemary arak. She gives a glass to Sulen as they enter the room, holding it out formally, with both hands; she gives Reshad a similarly formal presentation, and an equally formal smile. Seyli gets a choice between arak and sparkling water, and a lopsided grin.

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Reshad nods to Sasha's metaphor, and cants her head toward Seyli, as if nodding to their fear.

"Exactly so. I do not trust that Jedao has our best interests in mind. I trust that he'll be himself." Softer: "You're right to be wary, but if we treat him as an enemy, we are likely to make one where it isn't needed."

Sulen and Sasha turn the conversation to maximums, and she follows along. "Those limits likely depend on our strategy," she offers.

"We've already denied him to the heptarchs, assuming we aren't being pursued by Kel moths. We're denying his death to Flute." Firmly, brooking no argument. "I do believe he wants to see the -archate fall. I hope he decides to help us, but we probably have a hand in that, too."

"We need information. We need to know more about Jedao's mysterious collaborator, and what Quill wants. And we need to know more about the rifts themselves."

Because one possible outcome, having interfered, is that the Cantata and everyone they carry will end up lost as the Rosemallow ship was lost, in a future that is not their own.

"One thing I noticed," Sulen says. At what point is the alcohol actually drunk? They don't mind exercising patience as part of a ritual, of course, but it's helpful to know the schedule ahead of time. A mental visualization of a timeline, one point ticking over to the next; that's the appeal of ritual, condensing the chaos of life into a straight line. Also, it's good alcohol, and they would like to drink it. "He is lonely. And desperate. I do not think getting him to talk more will be difficult."

"I wonder how he feels about small baby animals," Alaric said idly. "Not that I'd normally suggest handing one off to an infamous mass murderer, but a surprising number of those have soft spots for pets. Could be a good ice breaker to get his guard down."

[I nearly spit out my mouthful of Fresca, LOL!]

"The hells, Alaric. Do you mean Fluffy's eggs? Pseudo-dragons need socialization with each other and with humans. We're not locking a newborn away from its siblings just to test a hypothesis."

Of course, who is to be held where, and for how long, is the current debate. "How much longer will we be within range of station sensors?" They don't know the range on the Kel moths' capabilities, but this should be a good order-of-magnitude guide.

[Say half an hour, give or take.]

"If we're going to give him a pseudo-dragon, why don't we just give him access to the mothlings," Seyli says, voice dry as dust.

Gerae looks extremely upset at the thought of handing any of the critters over to Jedao, and shoots a grateful look at Seyli and Sasha.

"There's a lot of room between the extremes," Reshad points out. "Why not bring some of the pseudodragons in, supervised? That gives us a chance to work with him, also."

"The mothlings - are they Cantata's?" She's chasing down an idea, tapping a finger silently on her glass as she thinks.

"The mothlings are children," Sasha says, slowly and precisely. "We will not use them as counters in any sort of game."

[Somebody want to start a new thread?]

[new thread here, per request]

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