[Guild Leaders] This Is It, Boys, This Is War

[firecracker_hopping]

Who: Ezra, Gabe, Jordan, Lera, Rhys
When: Friday
Where: Mianeh
Before/After: After Lera and Ezra talk.
Warnings: N/A

QUICK NOTE: feel free to do side threads before/after the briefing!

[So the announcements were all sent out: it was time to discuss war plans and the plans are getting moved up. A location in Mianeh was secured, thanks to French contacts; they have a conference room in a hotel and the Saftan embassy sent over a few guards to keep an eye on things and one of the Earth ones swept it for bugs.]

[Lera is standing at the front of the room. She isn't obviously the Mazda; she has regular Saftan civilian clothing on to give her a surprise. The exception, of course, are those sharp golden eyes.]

[There are also some chocolate chip cookies, soft drinks on ice, and shrimp with cocktail sauce. She's waiting for everyone to arrive -- and is here early, like she always is -- before they start the spiel. Besides, they all need to get to know each other first. Of course, Ezra and Gabe probably came with her.]

Comments

[nosweethome]

[ because she had meant that he would come to know more people if he lived through the war, his question temporarily confuses her, and then he's talking again, so she sets it aside. ]

Ah, that's someone you do want by your side. You're learning French, though? Really? [ it doesn't not make sense, but. ] Say something.

[coolmonsoon]

Do you have anyone like that? Any of the hunters that've decided to stick it out with you?

Uhh... [ he pauses, trying to think of a phrase he can say that isn't voulez-vous coucher avec moi ] Uh... non, monsieur, je n'ai pas manger tes biscuits.

[ it sounds convincing. villiers makes fun of him a lot. speaking proper english was hard enough, nevermind proper french, okay french guy?? ]

[nosweethome]

Maybe.

[ sierra, if for no other reason than to make sure things are running as they should, administration-wise. she's very particular about that.

but of personal loyalty? no.

jordan makes a face at the french. ] Biscuits.

[coolmonsoon]

Uh-huh. [ let's hope he never has to know who to talk to if something happens to you jo ]

Well, cookies, actually. Some of it is conversational, but most of it is military stuff, weaponry talk. Business. Lera and I interact a lot with the French army...

[ and, let's face it, it's kept him busy, kept him engaged with what's going on around him. it was totally possible he'd hole up and ignore everything. ]

[nosweethome]

So you said something about military cookies?

[coolmonsoon]

No, I said... I didn't eat your cookies.

...it's come up before.

[ don't judge. ]

[nosweethome]

[ ... ]

Did you eat them?

[coolmonsoon]

Cuthbert has a sweet tooth, I didn't know.

[nosweethome]

[ she closes her eyes and shakes her head before reaching over to grab a napkin. she pinches a cookie in it, then holds it out for ezra to take. ]

I will gift this to you in the hopes that you'll cease your cookie snatching from respectable men.

[coolmonsoon]

What? [ what? ): ]

Look, I didn't know it was his, okay? ...I'll make sure he gets it.

[ he takes said cookie and folds it up nice and neat before hiding it in one of his pockets

I'll let him know that nice polite girl from Omghan wanted him to have it.

[nosweethome]

[ it sounds like ezra is taking her seriously. she is not kind enough to correct him. ]

Oh no, what if he thinks I'm trying to come onto him?

[ she does not sound very concerned ]

[coolmonsoon]

He's a pretty classy fellow. He'll let you down like a gentleman.

[ yeah okay he's kidding around ]

[nosweethome]

[ she raises a shrimp to her lips, but speaks before biting it. ]

I feel my heart breaking already.