[open] pre-gaming, the dignitary variety

[freeing]

Who: Anyone invested in the Dorchacht Dilemma or planning to visit Dorchacht through the event.
When: Septeril 1st, late evening
Where: The Sly Seadog
What: Planning
Warnings: Who the eff knows



[ It was getting late in the evening, but it was crucial to meet up. Daenerys – with the help of some more technologically savvy people – offered invitations to anyone who seemed interested in the affair with Dorchacht.

They meet at the Sly Seadog: a run-down little dive of a tavern, found along a narrow back-alley in the harbour, frequented by sailors, welcoming to Monsters and humans alike. The crowd is dense for this early in the "night", but still a few drunkards pawning off their last bit of money for a little bit more booze.

It was not up to a standard she would prefer, but it's something and it's relatively quiet. Three long tables can fit enough people for their meeting – and there's some standing room at the bar. Time to get down to business, right?

Feel free to top level, make points, argue, etc. ]

Comments

[usurpers]

You’ll always be wrong to someone out there.

[ he says rather easily— a sign that, after a moment of processing his words, decides that he’s had enough brandy. he finishes up, sets his mug out, and asks for water while shifting back into his seat.

it has been a long night and his ears are tired of repeating history. ]

. . . Do what you’ll regret less, is what I’ve always been told.

[overworker]

That's true.

[It's a familiar feeling-- not wanting to fight, but knowing that you can't accept the decisions of those standing opposite you. At least if she could understand them it would be easier, but... she can't relate with the conditions she saw at all.]

For me... I don't like what's happening here, but first and foremost I want to do what's best for our group. If we have to be involved... I want it to be to create a safer place for the people here-- for ourselves and the people who have been kind to us and helped us. If we can help someone else in the process that would be nice, but... I don't think that should be our priority just yet.

[usurpers]

[ if anything, eren is a good listener. even if he’s rocking back and forth in his chair as if he didn’t invest much in the meeting as a whole. the less attention on him, at least, the better.

his freedom was implanted elsewhere, but for that— keeping his ears perked like a hunting hound’s was a necessary setback, among a few other things. . ]

You have a focused heart. [ he doesn’t say if it’s good or bad, and doesn’t give much margin for one to assume, other than it just being something he’s noticed. ] And you feel prepared for this involvement?

[overworker]

[It's an interesting observation-- one she's never heard before anyway. To her, at a time like this, it feels nice to hear, so she's going to accept it as such.]

Yes. I don't know how much I can do, but I'm going to do everything I possibly can. I don't know what kind of outcome we may get, but I'm prepared to face whatever comes next.

[If it weren't for this feeling-- this overall sensation of everyone coming together to discuss their ideas and opinions, her own might have been different. But watching this, it's hard not to feel a little inspired.]

I can only say that because of everyone else though. I know there will be a lot of other people working just as hard to accomplish that change. Because it's something we're working towards together as a group-- I'm willing to accept whatever outcome follows. Because it's the path we chose together. I don't have any regrets with that.

[usurpers]

[ he doubts that, with such a focused heart. but then again— he really never did say if it was good or bad, right? eren stays quiet with a glance that strays even further away. it’s as if he’s listened, understands her, nods at her,

but by no means agrees with her. ]

“Strength in numbers”. [ wetting his lips with a dip of water from his cup, the dragon flicks his tongue and inhales. ] Who’s a part of your group?

[overworker]

My group? Heh... I haven't been here long enough to say that I have a really strong connection to this group as a whole.

[While she admires what they want to do, she doesn't think they're exactly unified-- and while that's understandable considering their numbers, she's had to think about where she stands. But that wasn't something particularly difficult for her.]

The group that truly matters to me the most are my former classmates. Rean, Elliot, Fie... While I don't mind doing what I can to support everyone... if I have to make a choice, then there's no question about it, I stand where they stand.

[usurpers]

[ “that’s nice”, is eren’s initial thought. too many holes in that for him, small contradictions that’re impossible to unify under the situation presented, and only ignorance would accept as something true, possible and righteous. it’s too idealistic for him, these days. he’ll pass. ]

Sounds like the ideal outcome, [ he dips his head a little, takes some water, and briefly settles his glance over one of their own debating at the table. ] for visionaries.

[ this is almost a waste of time, almost. but, he’s here, so, he’s getting something out of it. who he might be able to count on, or use, for lack of better wording, even though that still makes his skin crawl. he’s met, rean, fei, she doesn’t look like a machias . . . ]

You must be Towa?

[overworker]

[She can't necessarily blame him for being skeptical. Even she's aware that despite everything she and her friends have been through, they've fared exceedingly well overall. But knowing that, she can't bring herself to believe in them any less, whether it was realistic or not.

Towa blinks several times.]

That's right. Towa Herschel.

[She doesn't can't imagine any other reason that he'd know who she is-- so he must know one of the others.]

Sorry, I can't say I'm confident enough to guess your name though.

[usurpers]

Eren Jaeger. [ he won’t let the extra second of silence linger any longer with him, either. he follows up rather easily, falling back into his chair and making it dangerously close to balancing on a leg. any and all attempts, for the moment, end with a clatter.

it’s almost upsetting that he doesn’t believe in his friends much anymore, for their own well being. it was time to trust himself, for once. he would’ve always been right if he did. ]

I have a bond with Elliot.

[overworker]

[Elliot seemed like a fine judge of character. More than she could say for herself, even. But something about that statement, coming from this person, feels... strange. Off. It's not her place to pry, but-- she can't help but have her concerns.]

I knew there was one I hadn't met yet. It's a pleasure to meet you Eren. [...] Elliot's a sweet boy. Please take good care of him.

[The glint in her eye suggests that if she found out he ever did anything to the contrary-- they would meet again, with far less pleasantries.]

[usurpers]

[ that wasn’t the first time someone has somehow threatened him over elliot’s well being, eren knows how to read people, even more so with detail he picks up with ever slit eyes. he frowned the first time he heard it, but it’s just. eh. ]

. . . He’s got that covered.

[ elliot takes care of himself just fine!!!! and takes occupational hazards in being bonded to eren. ]

[overworker]

[It's not her intention to be too hard on him, especially knowing she's only just met him.]

I suppose that's true enough.

[She knows all too well what he's capable of, maybe even more than he himself does at times.]

Still, no one person can do everything on their own. Part of a person's strength is the people that they can count on.

[usurpers]

[ prayer circle to stop craig’s anxiety and self esteem ]

You just need to know when to make the right choice. [ and when you don’t, it really burns. but then again, it wasn’t like he could see every detail to his future. there were miscalculations. there were regrets when he never listened to himself.

so, he’s stopped deafening it. he never forgot about needing people. it’s why he has a group. a group that isn’t who he truly cares for. a group that, in essence, is disposable. as much as he’d never wish that on any of them. it was the truth that most were too morally high to admit. ] —How can you know, hm?

[ he adds casually, knowing the answer himself, finishing his water to wet his lips and give something for his reptile tongue to entertain with. ]