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Cassius Black ([personal profile] satinet) wrote in [community profile] faderift2022-06-05 05:45 pm

[PLAYER PLOT] What do you call an officially mandated boxing match?

WHO: Everyone (technically)
WHAT: Thedas!Model UN
WHEN: Now-ish
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Mandatory team building in the form of a faux!diplomatic assembly. OOC Information is available here. Assignments and goals for non-handwaved characters are available here. These assignments are OOCly public, but ICly secret.




THE SETUP
When the day's assembly convenes, everyone receives a brief (aka long winded and diabolically good humored) introduction from Cassius. This introduction includes a description of the barely-fictional events motivating this auspicious meeting of the minds, the gist of which is:
With the flow of trade on the Minanter west of Starkhaven compromised and northern Nevarra still struggling to recover from the loss of Nevarra City, there are concerns that Tevinter will soon push to lay claim to the territory which lies between the Imperium's southern border and the north bank of the Minanter. This would have a serious immediate impact on Nevarra, but could also negatively affect trade more widely.

In light of Nevarra's fragmented rule, Divine Beatrix (in service to the interests of the Exalted March), has called for a general assembly to address the security of the region north of the Minanter. The assembly's goal is to devise and submit a cohesive plan to discourage or repel any potential incursion. However, as with all such meetings, the issues raised may range far from the official mandate as representatives attempt to take advantage of the situation to gather support for their own agendas.

Given the current state of the war and the multiple fighting fronts, each representative has limited resources with which to bargain. Consequently, a simple majority of the assembly must vote in support of the action draft for the resolution to be considered viable.

Once they've been briefed, everyone in attendance will receive an assignment which details the role they'll be assuming for the day, conditions they would find favorable, conditions which might be detrimental to them, and the currency (metaphorical or otherwise) with which they have to bargain.

At this point, everyone will be free to begin their negotiations to create their draft resolution. During the assembly, Cassius and his lovely assistant Yseult may occasionally interject with "developing updates" to simulate the receipt of news or directives from the leaders of various organizations [ooc: aka Cassius and/or Yseult may drop in to briefly threadjack discussions if it's comedic or interesting to do so. Feel free to request an interruption if at any point you start to feel rudderless].

THE TURN
At some point during the assembly—either when it's going very well, or when it's going very badly—Cassius will interrupt the proceedings to announce a major TWIST that changes the playing field and forces assembly members to react to unexpected new conditions.

At this point, the committee must decide whether they proceed with bolstering protections in Northern Nevarra, if they pivot to focus on the new developments, or if they pursue an entirely different course of action.

[ooc: While there are ostensibly requirements laid out for success/failure in the above prompts, and an element of gamification to the assignments, goals and priorities, please consider these IC elements more than OOC ones—this plot is really just here to inspire fun character interactions, and not necessarily to successfully achieve any diplomatic goals.

As a reminder, the assignments and goals are OOCly public, but ICly secret. Use this info responsibly.

Have fun! Let me know if you have any questions.]
exequy: (513)

kostos averesch, the templar order.

[personal profile] exequy 2022-06-06 03:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Shortly after acquiring his assignment, Kostos also acquired a sword. A wooden sword, specifically, meant for the most rudimentary level of training. He did not acquire a scabbard. He is sitting on a bench with his back to the table behind him, elbows on its surface pinning his sparse papers down, and the sword is lying on the bench beside him. That this leaves no room for anyone to sit next to him is a bonus feature.

His posture suggests he might be refusing to play at all. But if anyone approaches, either intentionally or on their way elsewhere, he does at least muster the enthusiasm required to say, ]


What are you supposed to be again?
muckspout: (I see you)

Edgard of the Orlesian Court

[personal profile] muckspout 2022-06-06 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Edgard, upon receiving the assignment, put his head between his legs for a little while, but then obtained the fanciest hat he could at short notice. This is the only difference between normal Edgard physically, but otherwise he is transformed. At full height, Edgard looks down his nose at Kostos and sniffs outrageously. He responds in perfect formal Orlesian.]

If you do not know, then we shall not enlighten you.
exequy: (1014)

[personal profile] exequy 2022-06-13 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Kostos spent six years in Orlais. The Circle in Ghislain, specifically. Everyone there could speak Trade. That doesn't mean they always did speak Trade; plenty of them preferred Orlesian, or a least preferred the way Orlesian let them exclude the handful of foreigners. That was six years of time to learn Orlesian.

But he hates Orlesian, so he didn't. He doesn't have a damn clue what Edgard said. ]


Oh, fuck off.

[ Nearly all he says. But then he remembers who Edgard is supposed to be and sits up a little straighter. This is him trying. ]

Wait, wait. You're Orlais.

[ And he's Templars. ]

I think that means I do whatever you say.
muckspout: (smarmy)

[personal profile] muckspout 2022-06-13 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Edgard doesn't break character, but a hint of maniacal glee enters his eyes. He switches to Trade.]

To begin, you can get back the land that was removed from us, beat down the lower class scum, and organize a parade or musical entertainment.

[He says all this in a light delicate voice. He then throws out his hand.]

And you may kiss our hand.
wearyallalone: (Let them not pass like weeds away)

Vanya Orlov, rebel mages

[personal profile] wearyallalone 2022-06-11 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Vanya thought about faking an injury to get out of this, especially when he received his assignment. Ultimately, though, he is here. He didn't make any changes to his normal, in-Gallows appearance, and he now worries that he's already behind due to lack of costume and props. (That is not his biggest worry.) However, he is incapable of purposely doing a bad job, so when he ends up next to a fellow agent, he says:]

What do you think, then? About ... border security?

[There is a reason he is not in the Diplomacy division.]
muckspout: (Default)

Edgard, Orlesian Court

[personal profile] muckspout 2022-06-12 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Edgard, underneath his huge hat sighs imperiously and says in perfect formal Orlesian.]

We are against.

[He glances at some notes and then immediately breaks character, cursing loudly, hunching back to Edgard.]

Sorry, that's not what I meant! Sorry!

[A deep breath and he stretches back up into character and responds again in Orlesian.]

Border security is important to us.
Edited (words) 2022-06-12 18:40 (UTC)
wearyallalone: (ghost of the one you loved the best)

[personal profile] wearyallalone 2022-06-15 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[Very mildly, in trade:]

Forgive me, ser, I don't speak Orlesian.

[Is that too polite? He feels like whatever imaginary person he is pretending to be would have been chosen for his tact, surely. But the rebel mage he personally knows best would not have been that man, not on his best day. It leaves him unsure of where to pitch his response.]
muckspout: (I see you)

[personal profile] muckspout 2022-06-20 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Edgard looks down his nose at him and says in Orlesian.]

You are not forgiven.

[And then in trade. Edgard only has a slight accent usually, but now it's positively ridiculous.]

We see importance in this...border security.
illithidnapped: (59)

Astarion | the Chantry, the Maker, your whole world, etc

[personal profile] illithidnapped 2022-06-13 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
I: CALL 1-800-MAKER-NOW
[He's leaning back in his given seat, boots draped high across the table in front of him, resting over paperwork and crinkling its span.]

Here's a fun idea: why don't we all play a game called give me all your resources or the Maker's going to smite you.

II: (DIS)SOLUTIONS
[Okay, you know what.]

I feel like it's important to remind you all that I'm both incredibly fucking rich and incredibly fucking right, and therefore the only voice of authority at this table that ought to be agreed with: there's an island out in the middle of the bloody ocean, I don't think it's inhumane to suggest that if you're all going to be such clammy cracks about the idea of being practical and burning all rebel mages, that we just throw them onto that archipelago en masse without hands. Or tongues. One or the other, I suppose.


III: WILDCARD

[ooc: as always I am 100% down to wildcard BUT this time with the caveat of— so I can actually catch up w my inbox at last— please understand this is going to be mostly chatter on my end and very minimal action/introspection (I legit don't at all mind if you want to write a novel, I love that stuff with all my heart, just know if I tag back with like a sentence or two it's not me not caring, I'm just way behind after deadlines and exhaustion lol)]
glossator: ([011])

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[personal profile] glossator 2022-06-13 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think that's how that works.

[Is, for the record, a highly diplomatic rebuttal given that Laurentius is in fact one hundred percent positive that's not how that works.]
illithidnapped: (24)

[personal profile] illithidnapped 2022-06-13 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Suspicious squint.]

Are you aiming to start a war with the Chantry right now? Because, for the record, that's absolutely what it sounds like.
glossator: ([002])

[personal profile] glossator 2022-06-13 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not, no.

[That's not an apology. From where he's seated, Laurentius blinks owlishly back at Astarion. He has a very gloomy face, this Tevinter scholar, and consciously or otherwise he's using it to full, unmoved effect here.]

And correct me if I'm wrong, but I think you're engaged in one or two of those already.
illithidnapped: (25)

[personal profile] illithidnapped 2022-06-22 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Which is exactly why you ought to be giving me your assets. With them I— [err] we could put all of Thedas to rights again at last. No more ridiculous bickering over who deserves what or how things ought to be, just the Maker and his devoted children offering tribute. Knowing their place.

Also, if we win, I'll give you— [gods, he doesn't even remember who or where Laurentius is meant to be. Thedas is too damned big.]

What are you again?
glossator: ([008])

[personal profile] glossator 2022-06-22 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
The Free Marches. I think it's meant to be Tantervale or Starkhaven. Or both, [is helpfully supplied in an effort to keep himself from—]

Forgive me, but I was under the impression that bickering was one of the southern Chantry's major tenents.

[That.]
Edited 2022-06-22 06:16 (UTC)
illithidnapped: (27)

[personal profile] illithidnapped 2022-06-22 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
Oh.

[High and arching, his sound of moderate surprise. The kind of noise that comes with raised eyebrows and a sidelong tilting of one's head.

That kind of oh.

Honestly, he should've guessed by the accent, but given the fact that Fenris' voice is the one he's most accustomed to hearing (and one that matches that of any Baldurian— like Astarion himself), sometimes he forgets.
]

You're a little far north for all those Free Marches, aren't you. [It's said with one very amused smile. Don't mind him.]

Anyway, I wouldn't call it bickering. More like....[mm] infighting. Fond, familial, ambitious infighting.

And from what I've heard, it doesn't sound all that different than from Tevinter proper, really.