Patrollogs
(Solomon's bargaining)
[Sat Feb 3 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Hey, so like..." Ryan says as he walks into the room, glancing over at Solomon as he upnods to the man. "You know us, The Order? We're pretty chill and we can get you goods and shit over in The Other from The Wilds, yeah? So it'd be cool if you dealt with us and we can come to some agreements, yeah?"
Ryan shoots some finger guns at Solomon, "Yo, Solomon, my man. You don't want to have to deal with Wildlings in The Other, do you? This is totes our bag, my dude."
"Mr. Harris," Solomon tells Ryan. "Good evening." Then he turns to representative of The Faelings. "Ryan Harris is a fool," he tells the man bluntly. "He is an overgrown man-child who does not understand the world. He moves through its currents heedless of its sharks, hoping that a chorus of 'bros' and 'my dudes' will protect him from its horrors," he says. "I assure you: trusting in him will lead you to ruin. He does not even know where you are from or who you represent." A low shake of his head. "No," he says. "I represent an interest that shares yours: it wants the world to continue and it wants those who help it to prosper. I think we can find an extremely favorable contract," he assures representative of The Faelings.
Solomon turns to Ryan. "I do hope you're having a nice evening."
"Yo, my man. That's totally not cool." Ryan says as he casually leans against the wall near the desk, "Sharks are a total cool part of the ecosystem and they're not terrible at all, you just have to not look like a turtle, you know?" he smirks to Solomon, "Yeah, I mean it's been a pretty good night. Got some good food, saw a game that we lost, but we'll get them next time, you know? Wildcats forever and stuff."
Solomon turns to look at Ryan. "Mr. Harris," he says. "'My man.'" There's some humor that drips from his tone. "Someone is going to find you one night and eat you," he tells him. "Perhaps if you make this arrangement with the Faelings, it will be there: after all, enough time in the Other and Sanctuary fades away." He pauses. "I worry about your foolishness. You represent something important, and you squander it on..." He gestures at Ryan. "This."
"Dude, I read a lot of books." Ryan counters as he crosses his arms across his chest, "And I'm learning more every day to keep people safe. You can't just walk around being a dickbag to people every day or you won't have any friends, bro. Tons of people like me here in town, I'm totally not squandered, I'm legit."
Solomon asks Ryan, "Name a person in town besides your woman who likes you and does not laugh when you turn your back?"
"Miss Harriet, Claire, Deputy Bailey. There's a ton of them. I can go on if you want. You just have a fancy name, bro. Sure, you got some old ass cousins and shit, but this is the twenty first century. Names only go so far, my dude." Ryan says as he upnods to representative of The Faelings, "We cool, right?"
"Oh, Mr. Harris," Solomon says with some humor. "I enjoy so much hearing you set out a list of names of people I've heard mock you behind your back." He pauses. "Do you know what Miss Fairfax says about you?" he wonders of Ryan.
"What does she say about me? You can totes tell me. She's one of my best friends." Ryan says as he raises an eyebrow. "I know you're lying about it, because we're totes cool."
"Totes cool," Solomon repeats, rolling his eyes. "I swear, Mr. Harris."
Solomons Bargaining 240204
(Solomon's bargaining)
[Sat Feb 3 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
"Hey, so like..." Ryan says as he walks into the room, glancing over at Solomon as he upnods to the man. "You know us, The Order? We're pretty chill and we can get you goods and shit over in The Other from The Wilds, yeah? So it'd be cool if you dealt with us and we can come to some agreements, yeah?"
Ryan shoots some finger guns at Solomon, "Yo, Solomon, my man. You don't want to have to deal with Wildlings in The Other, do you? This is totes our bag, my dude."
"Mr. Harris," Solomon tells Ryan. "Good evening." Then he turns to representative of The Faelings. "Ryan Harris is a fool," he tells the man bluntly. "He is an overgrown man-child who does not understand the world. He moves through its currents heedless of its sharks, hoping that a chorus of 'bros' and 'my dudes' will protect him from its horrors," he says. "I assure you: trusting in him will lead you to ruin. He does not even know where you are from or who you represent." A low shake of his head. "No," he says. "I represent an interest that shares yours: it wants the world to continue and it wants those who help it to prosper. I think we can find an extremely favorable contract," he assures representative of The Faelings.
Solomon turns to Ryan. "I do hope you're having a nice evening."
"Yo, my man. That's totally not cool." Ryan says as he casually leans against the wall near the desk, "Sharks are a total cool part of the ecosystem and they're not terrible at all, you just have to not look like a turtle, you know?" he smirks to Solomon, "Yeah, I mean it's been a pretty good night. Got some good food, saw a game that we lost, but we'll get them next time, you know? Wildcats forever and stuff."
Solomon turns to look at Ryan. "Mr. Harris," he says. "'My man.'" There's some humor that drips from his tone. "Someone is going to find you one night and eat you," he tells him. "Perhaps if you make this arrangement with the Faelings, it will be there: after all, enough time in the Other and Sanctuary fades away." He pauses. "I worry about your foolishness. You represent something important, and you squander it on..." He gestures at Ryan. "This."
"Dude, I read a lot of books." Ryan counters as he crosses his arms across his chest, "And I'm learning more every day to keep people safe. You can't just walk around being a dickbag to people every day or you won't have any friends, bro. Tons of people like me here in town, I'm totally not squandered, I'm legit."
Solomon asks Ryan, "Name a person in town besides your woman who likes you and does not laugh when you turn your back?"
"Miss Harriet, Claire, Deputy Bailey. There's a ton of them. I can go on if you want. You just have a fancy name, bro. Sure, you got some old ass cousins and shit, but this is the twenty first century. Names only go so far, my dude." Ryan says as he upnods to representative of The Faelings, "We cool, right?"
"Oh, Mr. Harris," Solomon says with some humor. "I enjoy so much hearing you set out a list of names of people I've heard mock you behind your back." He pauses. "Do you know what Miss Fairfax says about you?" he wonders of Ryan.
"What does she say about me? You can totes tell me. She's one of my best friends." Ryan says as he raises an eyebrow. "I know you're lying about it, because we're totes cool."
"Totes cool," Solomon repeats, rolling his eyes. "I swear, Mr. Harris."