[During much of the coalition, Cam Buckland is milling around, trying to look important. His golden brooch from his... efforts during the hostage situation is on full display, attached to his vest. But his journey around the room regularly features a trip past the snack table, where he is snagging finger foods, and, most specifically, grapes by the bunch.
Unfortunately, it's inevitable that on Cam's eighth trip there, he is met with disappointment as the empty bowl that had once held grapes stares back at him.
Scanning the crowd, he spots at least one person with a handful of the delicious fruit, and sidles up next to them.]
Some party this is, huh? Everyone together like this.
[He is totally eyeing the grapes that they are holding.]
II. Ideas are a dime a dozen [At some point, when the floor has been opened for discussion, but after at least half a dozen other people got up and made good points, the green-bandanna'd man is going to step up, clearing his throat,]
Hey, so, uh... Great party. Meeting. Coalition. Let's hear it for our hosts, Empress Simwe and King Shanrian, right?
[Maybe there's a spattering of applause. Maybe not. Awkward. Cam scratches the base of his neck,]
Um. I was just thinking. [Clears his throat,] Since I've been here, most of the problems seem pretty self-inflicted, yeah? I've been living in Olympia [A nod toward the balcony where the Empress presides (and a wink—looking for any more concubines, Simwe?),] and it wasn't people from Wyver that were rioting, or kidnapping Olympians. The point is, there's people with a chip on their shoulder that has nothing to do with the other city. There's a lot of them, and they're coordinated.
[He pauses. Then, belatedly, as if realizing he had just made an observation instead of actually suggesting anything, he stutters on,] Anyway, I think we should... Stop them? [That's not a very solid plan.] Maybe stage some kind of trap to capture some for questioning. Oh! Or a cool task force?
Cam Buckland | Olympia
[During much of the coalition, Cam Buckland is milling around, trying to look important. His golden brooch from his... efforts during the hostage situation is on full display, attached to his vest. But his journey around the room regularly features a trip past the snack table, where he is snagging finger foods, and, most specifically, grapes by the bunch.
Unfortunately, it's inevitable that on Cam's eighth trip there, he is met with disappointment as the empty bowl that had once held grapes stares back at him.
Scanning the crowd, he spots at least one person with a handful of the delicious fruit, and sidles up next to them.]
Some party this is, huh? Everyone together like this.
[He is totally eyeing the grapes that they are holding.]
II. Ideas are a dime a dozen
[At some point, when the floor has been opened for discussion, but after at least half a dozen other people got up and made good points, the green-bandanna'd man is going to step up, clearing his throat,]
Hey, so, uh... Great party. Meeting. Coalition. Let's hear it for our hosts, Empress Simwe and King Shanrian, right?
[Maybe there's a spattering of applause. Maybe not. Awkward. Cam scratches the base of his neck,]
Um. I was just thinking. [Clears his throat,] Since I've been here, most of the problems seem pretty self-inflicted, yeah? I've been living in Olympia [A nod toward the balcony where the Empress presides (and a wink—looking for any more concubines, Simwe?),] and it wasn't people from Wyver that were rioting, or kidnapping Olympians. The point is, there's people with a chip on their shoulder that has nothing to do with the other city. There's a lot of them, and they're coordinated.
[He pauses. Then, belatedly, as if realizing he had just made an observation instead of actually suggesting anything, he stutters on,] Anyway, I think we should... Stop them? [That's not a very solid plan.] Maybe stage some kind of trap to capture some for questioning. Oh! Or a cool task force?