Meeting of the Minds

[breakfastmetaphors]

Who: Everyone who chooses to participate
Where: Breakneck Cay
When: December 5th
What: A summit to get down to business and get this situation sorted out, L-Elf-style
Warnings: Possible violence?
Style: Any
Status: Open

Upon arriving on Breakneck Cay, if you can navigate the shoals safely and find safe mooring, you'll notice that the beach is more or less abandoned unless you count the countless shipwrecks an snarled piles of debris strewn across the shore. If you approach the jungle, you'll notice a makeshift sign pointing towards a path leading into the trees. There's a lengthy note tacked to it with a detailed map, an exhaustive list of rules and etiquette for participating in a military summit, and probably more if anyone actually got past the part with the map.

The meeting is to be held in a strangely silent clearing. Upon arriving, you'll find L-Elf sitting on the huge stone in the center, fast asleep. It's immediately obvious that this is not a social occasion or it at least wasn't planned by someone with any idea how to make guests feel comfortable. There's nowhere to sit except on the ground and definitely no refreshments. It might be a good idea to send someone back to the ship to pick something up if you want to make it through this thing.

Comments

[fierybluebird]

[Don't look now, but there's a blue phoenix watching England quietly.]

[He tilts his head at that comment, as though expecting further explanation.]

[english_dignity]

[Feeling the eyes on him, Arthur glanced up at the bird, blinking.]

Ah, hello there.

[fierybluebird]

[Marco quietly nods respectfully and whistles "hello" in phoenix.]

[Another head tilt. He's not sure if England will understand him, but since he seems to have familiarity with mythical creatures, it's worth a shot.]

You've been to pirate summits before?

[english_dignity]

[Oh so very familiar with them. So he barely blinked wen the phoenix spoke.]

Well not a pirate summit, exactly, but certainly large meetings of people who like to hear themselves talk and bicker a lot.

[Kettle, this is pot.]

International politics. Unfortunately, most of my colleagues are idiots.

[fierybluebird]

[Marco flicks his tail up and down uneasily and then nods.]

Aye, that sums up my experience with politics as well, yoi. Many emperors are idiots, and kings are even worse.

I wouldn't normally have come here either, but my friend might need my help, so I am here to watch over him.

[english_dignity]

Believe me, it's worse when you're dealing with the countries themselves.

[He huffed, folding his arms over his chest.]

Well, someone with experience had to come.

[fierybluebird]

I'll take your word on it. Foodvalten wasn't so bad, but I never had to broker any meetings between Samba Island, and the others or I think I would have just kicked people.

[As for the last part Marco nods.] And keep Grell's commanding presence from dominating the whole discussions? [A playful grin. As much as Marco and Thatch might be more than willing to let her do just that, it wasn't necessarily the most conducive to productivity.]

[english_dignity]

[He had to laugh at that.]

My captain is indeed a fine example of a strong willed English lady.

[fierybluebird]

You mean there are even more like her where you're from?

[A blink of surprise, but more impressed than fear.]

[english_dignity]

We're a nation that breeds magnificent ladies, my friend.

And judging by some of the Queens I've served under, redheads are the fiercest.

[fierybluebird]

It's always redheads, yoi.

They are like that in my world as well.

[english_dignity]

I wouldn't say always, but certainly commonly.

Britannia was a redhead as well.

[fierybluebird]

Britannia?

[Head tilt!]

[english_dignity]

Britannia Provence. My mother, you could say.

[Has a fond smile.]