you keep dreaming and i'm scheming

[mismanagement]

Who: Maketh Tua, Rey, Henry Percy, Lance Sweets, Nick Valentine.
What: Some needed conversations.
Where: Guard Post
When: Nov 10
Warnings: tbd



It's a normal day, so far as Maketh knows. She's got a mug of good coffee, reports that only need marginal corrections before they can be filed, and no one has killed anyone yet. The day is young but she's hopeful. And in a relatively good mood.

She looks up with a faint smile.

"Oh, hello. I wasn't expecting you."

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[synthedick]

Nick's brow furrows. He knows Curufin can be... well, enthusiastic in his approach at times, but he takes his position on the Guard seriously -- or he has so far.

"Let's give him a chance to do so, first," Nick suggests, wanting to give the elf the benefit of the doubt for the moment, especially in light of how things have been withing the Guard as a whole. "Maybe he'll surprise us."

[mismanagement]

"Perhaps."

Maketh isn't feeling confident about that, but the Guardsmen are a hardy group. They've survived worse.

"We will do what must be done. Always."

[synthedick]

Do what must be done, indeed. Nick is starting to wonder just what it is that must be done about the Guard -- especially when one of them goes astray.

"If you say so," he returns just a bit noncommittally, finally taking a seat. Maybe some paperwork will help him sort things out in his head, especially when it comes to Maketh herself. He wants her to do what's right, wants her to be better, but he's given her chances before. How many will it take before he does something?

They need to talk, but now that he's given the opportunity, he finds himself at a loss for words. Whatever he says is going to hurt like hell, but maybe he's not the right person to hear them from. Maybe she'll listen to someone else. The question is who.