orientation ♔ others have excuses | i have my reasons why

[diplomatics]

♬ Reasons Why - Nickel Creek

WHO || Colin Banks, Sean, open if people want to bang into them, just threadjack wherever.
WHAT || Colin meets with his squire
WHERE || Knight's HQ, breakfast nook
WHEN || July 13th, morning
HOW || Actionspam

[ Sean receives a very politely worded invitation to meet for a spot of tea with his mentor Knight a full month and some days after his arrival in this world. When and if he should arrive, he finds a very non-threatening looking gentleman with an easy smile awaiting him in front of a pot of Earl Grey this morning. ]

Well, hello! Do come in, do come in!

Comments

[imgonnadie]

[Why is the smell of bergamot so soothing? Sean feels soothed as he does come on in. Maybe its the oddly comforting inclusion of tea or just that its Sean and the majority of the time he lets everything roll right off his back, but he doesn't mind that this meeting took so long.

Maybe he was busy or forgot. Heck, Sean doesn't even know better, maybe it always takes months to get a word in. He's fine with playing phone monkey and pulling desk duty for now. He is friendly creature.

He lifts a hand in greeting.] Morning.

[diplomatics]

[ colin raises his tea cup in an almost salute ] What a very fine one it is, too. Please, have a seat! Help yourself.

[imgonnadie]

[Welp. He isn't going to say no to that kind of friendliness, sitting down and awkwardly pouring himself a cup. He doesn't even know if he likes tea. Oh well, it'll be an adventure!]

So you're my boss? [He takes a sip and then reaches for the sugar. He's going to ruin a perfectly good cup of tea with sugar. Sorry Colin.]

[diplomatics]

More of a friendly adviser, actually! Although for the time being, you will send reports my way, yes.

[imgonnadie]

Reports? [Now he is adding milk to his tea, this is a tea tragedy.]

[diplomatics]

Communiques, detailing how your missions go, of course!

[imgonnadie]

[And this is the moment that Sean realizes all his reports are going to be post it notes that say "it was neat" because what? He sips his tea and now that it tastes like flavored and sugared warm milk it's pretty good.]

Okay. [Sooooo helpful.]

[diplomatics]

You're also allowed to submit them orally, if you prefer.

[imgonnadie]

That would be great. [He smiles with relief.] I guess I'm stuck on what I'd be reporting.

[diplomatics]

What you contributed to the mission, how you feel it proceeded, what you could have done differently if allowed to revisit the past, all that. As well as any relevant information your team received that may help us in the future.

[imgonnadie]

That sounds simple enough. Anything else, besides the reports and stuff?

[diplomatics]

Well, training, naturally.

[imgonnadie]

Training like swords and stuff? [Everyone can be pirates.] Any chance part of the training is figuring out what I am?

[diplomatics]

What you are? Is that up in the air?

[imgonnadie]

[He shrugs a little like it's not a big deal, but... it might be.]

Faith says I might be a maenad. I don't remember anything from before, except my name. And maenad sounds right, but... off.

[diplomatics]

I can't claim to know very much about them. They're a... quite rare race, in this world.

[imgonnadie]

[He can't decide if that is comforting or not. On one had he could be a super rare specimin of awesome and on the other hand... he could still not know why the heck he can do what he can do. Which he sums up ever so elequently with:] Great.

[diplomatics]

[ colin leans back, steepling his fingers ] We can, of course, easily help you find out.

[imgonnadie]

How?

[diplomatics]

Well, there's always extensive DNA testing...

[imgonnadie]

[No sorry what the actual fuck is that?] What.... is that?

[diplomatics]

Bloodwork, wherein they would look at the coding in your very construction, that identifies you as ginger or maenad or whatever you may be.

[imgonnadie]

Like gene mutations. [That tugs at his memory and isn't it adorable he can remember that and still struggles with, you know, his cell phone. And DNA. Craaaaazy.]

[diplomatics]

Precisely so! Every species has their own markers, you know.

[imgonnadie]

[Interesting, interesting. It would be nice to know... one thing. Could be handy.] Sounds... what would I have to do?

[diplomatics]

Oh very little, very little. Donate a few cells from here or there. Strands of hair, that sort of thing.