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crescentview2023-01-17 10:01 pm
winebar) wrote in crescentview2023-01-17 10:01 pm
Town Hall Meeting The Second
WHO: Everyone willing
WHAT: van Zieks trying to catherd, again, in order to Establish Law & Order.
WHEN: Sometime in the Summer between the various events.
WHERE: the forest, outside van Zieks' farm.
WARNINGS: chaos mostly, more will be added if needed.
[A week or so after the chaos of Hot or Not, each farm will recieve another missive from Barry Z himself, chief buzzkill, who clearly learned nothing from how things went last time. It reads as such;]
To All Parties Brought to the Island by the Harvest Goddess,
Tomorrow at 11AM sharp, please arrive at the location indicated on the map shown of the reverse of this document. The topic of discussion on the table is the potential establishment of some form of social contract and body of law. As before, I cannot force attendance, however, I would again hope everyone sees the benefit in being involved in this discussion.
Sincerely,
Lord Barok van Zieks, Esquire
[And again as before, there's a map on the back. This time leading one to van Zieks' residence, an orderly forest farm with a nice stable currently housing the horse van Zieks rode in on to make himself the boss of things, apparently.
At the time of the meeting, there are two tables that were clearly brought out from inside. There are... snacks? Van Zieks is not a chef, you will have these strawberries and fried mushrooms and you'll like it, I guess. There was an attempt. Van Zieks himself is still dressing in his less fancy- but still absurd for this weather- three piece suit.]
Than you all for coming. I understand that the topic I have put on the table may seem... needlessly dire to some, however, in the case that something does happen, it would be far better for us to already have a system in place. I do not think we currently require any sort of active police force, but rather that we should have some sort of agreed set of behavior in place, and then elected individuals to adjudicate any potential disagreements.
As far as a social contract, on Mr. Trahearne's advisement, it would follow thusly; [He pulls out another paper to read from.]
- Do not cause unsolicited physical harm to one other.
- Do not harm or otherwise disrupt another person's farm.
- Do not damage, destroy, or unlawfully take possession of another person's property.
- Do not vandalize or otherwise disrupt communal spaces for us or the townspeople.
- Do not behave in such a manner that would elicit broad reprisal against the group as a whole from the townspeople or the goddess.
If anyone has any other thoughts, feel free to share them. I feel that this is basic enough that even those of you more prone to... rebellion can agree to it.
The second matter is to discuss how to handle if someone does break these rules. While I have made clear before my prior experience with the law, I understand that a system like this can only function if there is trust in those enforcing it. Thus I think that the authority should be given to whoever the group as a whole feels most comfortable entrusting it to. So I open the floor to nominations for that responsibility.
Finally, I'd like to make clear why this is necessary. I have spoken to the goddess, and as long as it does not directly interfere with her and her means, she has no intent of intervening if something were to happen to one of us. We are not her "people," the residents of the town are. Therefore, it is imperative that we work together to protect ourselves.
[And now he will step back and hope that some productive discussion happens.]
WHAT: van Zieks trying to catherd, again, in order to Establish Law & Order.
WHEN: Sometime in the Summer between the various events.
WHERE: the forest, outside van Zieks' farm.
WARNINGS: chaos mostly, more will be added if needed.
[A week or so after the chaos of Hot or Not, each farm will recieve another missive from Barry Z himself, chief buzzkill, who clearly learned nothing from how things went last time. It reads as such;]
To All Parties Brought to the Island by the Harvest Goddess,
Tomorrow at 11AM sharp, please arrive at the location indicated on the map shown of the reverse of this document. The topic of discussion on the table is the potential establishment of some form of social contract and body of law. As before, I cannot force attendance, however, I would again hope everyone sees the benefit in being involved in this discussion.
Sincerely,
Lord Barok van Zieks, Esquire
[And again as before, there's a map on the back. This time leading one to van Zieks' residence, an orderly forest farm with a nice stable currently housing the horse van Zieks rode in on to make himself the boss of things, apparently.
At the time of the meeting, there are two tables that were clearly brought out from inside. There are... snacks? Van Zieks is not a chef, you will have these strawberries and fried mushrooms and you'll like it, I guess. There was an attempt. Van Zieks himself is still dressing in his less fancy- but still absurd for this weather- three piece suit.]
Than you all for coming. I understand that the topic I have put on the table may seem... needlessly dire to some, however, in the case that something does happen, it would be far better for us to already have a system in place. I do not think we currently require any sort of active police force, but rather that we should have some sort of agreed set of behavior in place, and then elected individuals to adjudicate any potential disagreements.
As far as a social contract, on Mr. Trahearne's advisement, it would follow thusly; [He pulls out another paper to read from.]
- Do not cause unsolicited physical harm to one other.
- Do not harm or otherwise disrupt another person's farm.
- Do not damage, destroy, or unlawfully take possession of another person's property.
- Do not vandalize or otherwise disrupt communal spaces for us or the townspeople.
- Do not behave in such a manner that would elicit broad reprisal against the group as a whole from the townspeople or the goddess.
If anyone has any other thoughts, feel free to share them. I feel that this is basic enough that even those of you more prone to... rebellion can agree to it.
The second matter is to discuss how to handle if someone does break these rules. While I have made clear before my prior experience with the law, I understand that a system like this can only function if there is trust in those enforcing it. Thus I think that the authority should be given to whoever the group as a whole feels most comfortable entrusting it to. So I open the floor to nominations for that responsibility.
Finally, I'd like to make clear why this is necessary. I have spoken to the goddess, and as long as it does not directly interfere with her and her means, she has no intent of intervening if something were to happen to one of us. We are not her "people," the residents of the town are. Therefore, it is imperative that we work together to protect ourselves.
[And now he will step back and hope that some productive discussion happens.]
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[He really isn't disturbed at all. He simply grins.]
Now that is romantic. I like the "keeping you company" part. I couldn't ask for better attention. Though I do hope you'd put my blood to good use.
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Would you mind if I made a poison from it? ( He seems quite pleased that the flirting took. Finally, someone with taste. ) This is a thing quite near and dear to my heart - and I generally conduct my business with poison on my knives. I'd keep you beside me, throughout and after death.
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[He even puts a hand to his chest, as if touched...his blood used to kill people...wow...]
A shame I wouldn't be alive to see my blood being used like that. But maybe one day, you can lick it off your knife when you're done and tired with life, and let me take you to your sweet death.
[:))))]
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( He laughs. This is definitely more his pace. )
I think I'd like that. How comforting it would be, to pass with another beside me; few things are worse than a lonely end.
( Metaphorically beside him, in this scenario, but, you know. )
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[Very Shakespearean, if Steinbeck knew what that was.]
But hey, in the meantime, before that fateful end, we can enjoy ourselves, can't we?
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( lol )
Speaking of, I've gotten my insects to hear my voice again, so they've been busy at work helping me tend to my crops. It's been quite exciting in some way I had not appreciated back in my home. I'm hoping I can manage sweet fruits soon enough.
( Since he usually used his insects for like... Serious business... And not fun little things like trying to grow a whole strawberry... )
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[lmao]
The...insects? [Hm?] Are you saying you talk with them>
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I do. I haven't mentioned it?
( Genuine question. His long term memory is on vacation for the most part. )
They've been quite anxious about the weather, actually. Not at all fond of the hurricane, and most, I believe, will die. The ones I have ought be safe, but... ( Quite somber, actually. ) Well, we've tried to protect the crops, at least.
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[He doesn't even seem to be surprised - he just nods as the man continues to explain his insect news.]
Well, I guess I've never really thought about it, but I suppose its a hard life for them. Can't say I don't get them...we all need to eat, after all. [He seems a little sad, too.] How many you got?
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( But, well, it is what it is. )
How many I have... in me? I'm not certain I've counted. They are typically festering, so I imagine it's always more than the last time I've guessed.
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I meant how many you have in general, but. They live inside you?
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( How silly of him to let that slip his mind!
He kind of does this weird, gulping motion, and he like, reaches into his mouth, and just starts pulling something out,
Eventually, he ends up with a handful of honeybees, them waggling their antennae a little perplexedly. He licks his lips. )
All kinds. They are a part of me, in some way. Usually they are crawling out of me more often, but I have been asking them to behave here.
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[He blinks. Just once. And then nods, because HE HAS. SEEN WEIRDER. THAN THIS.]
Oh, I see. [JUST SUPER CASUAL.] Huh! And they don't get like. Dissolved?
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Somewhat? As far as it feels to me, they become a part of me and a part of each other on the inside. ( Does that make sense? It makes sense to him. ) I'm certain if you slit me open, they'd all come pouring out.
Do you have a favorite insect? I might be able to fish one out, if you'd like.
( Gift...! )
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[WHICH. ONCE AGAIN. HE IS SURPRISINGLY MORE OR LESS CHILL WITH. Sometimes you know Cthulhu.]
You're not bad on the eyes even with something like that. Good for you. [And a chuckle.] Mm. Hm. I like bees, already, so...what about a nice butterfly?
forgot a cw last time but cw... butterflies emerging...
I'll confess, the prettier ones aren't much if you're to be so sweet... How can I refuse?
( He does that same sort of gulping motion as before, but this time he does not reach into his mouth so much as he parts his lips, widening slightly as something pushes out - some things, as it turns out, as some several colorful butterflies - some of prettier patterns, like those in Crescent View; some looking blood-red and menacing - push out and unfurl their wings, flitting out - but not away, as butterflies are wont to do. They seem to flit about the area, as if contained. )
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[He watches them idly as they flit about, even reaching out a hand to see if they would land on his fingers.]
Mm. They can't fly away from you?
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They could, but I've asked them to stay. We don't have such colorful butterflies where I'm from ... I enjoy looking at them.
( Some start to land on Steinbeck's shoulders and head ... Possibly also because Mishka's asked. )