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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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[ Accept the consequences or refute them, he'll still be left with this itch like so much rancor riding his bones that tells him that he'll never be right until the day that he dies. Pouring into Tartaglia should be remorse but there's just nothing like that here, drowning in his errors. Every decision he commits himself toward is one that he tends to make for good. ]
No point regretting the choices I make. It's alright if I get what I deserve.
[ Deflecting, he's laughing rather boyishly, even if his gaze is molten lead and depthless and he's got this look on his face that better resembles a starved-out predator than anything resembling decent. ]
Must be lonely keeping others at a distance all the time, Mishka. [ Laying his hand out palm-side up, Tartaglia freely acquiesces. ] Come closer.
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He had repeated to himself the names of those he knew: Adelis, Briar, Roche, Sasha; Adelis, Briar, Roche, Sasha; Adelis, Briar, Roche... and with each iteration, a name would fade, beneath the visceral sensation of his claws through flesh, heels through stone. He had held his composure dear, and yet, like an addict, he came to give his heart to violence. )
... You remind me of a moth to a flame. Would that I had your conviction.
( And he understands that, most of all. How a flame enraptures, and how it consumes.
The upturned palm, the offer, gives him pause. His demeanor in some regard is like an animal sizing up the person offering, testing the waters; with Tartaglia, he's not quite sure what to expect, save the obvious. But he doesn't expect either of them to extract weapons here, as much as his instinct and training tells him to meet every overture with expectation of aggression. )
I think I'd be much worse off, I think, with you.
( Yet, he puts out his hand, as if offering it to take. Pushing others away is a habit he's broken into himself; he doesn't come closer. Still, he broaches the distance. )
Would you make it worth my while?
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[ Obtuse and then provoking, his smile is so maddeningly full. Leave him alone and he gets so much more upsetting, mouthy and awful as he already is. How much Tartaglia longs for the ocean, when he'd rather be up to his throat in gruesome carnage, is surely an abominable thing.
Even he knows that this hunger lurking inside him will be his undoing, gnawing away at the first signs of weakness. But he's keenly transfixed and still seeing not much of anything at all. A bit monstrous, what with all of his humanity continuing to ebb away with time. ]
Just remember you started this!
[ Placing his mouth on Mishka's palm, none of the brutality comes out right. Instead, it's an intoxicated kiss on that upturned hand. It's heavy like the words he's spelling out into it, melancholic but cruel. If Tartaglia listens, will the locusts buzz under his attentiveness? ]
Goad me on some more and I'll be as mean to you as you like.