Charmaylarg Dufrain
🎖️ Game Master
Briefing room
A little part of Suzume died the longer she sat there. near the back most seats she sat, legs together, back straight, hand raised with a single raised finger only for it to shoot back down at every non sequiturs and outburst that each tore away a small piece of her assumptions and expectations of this motley crew.
There was shouting, wild gesturing, talking over one another constantly, a lack of rolecalls and very clear rank disparity violations. When she had taken her seat she had expected a quiet and professional briefing where they all listened attentively and took notes and waited until the end where they would ask clarifying questions to fill in context in a professional manner and maybe might be at least a single cliche wisecrack or two.
They didn't even have instant coffee and pastries.
It was like everyone in the room was Kaito Hinata with the sole saving grace that at least none of them were flirting with her father.
Willing to give the benefit of the doubt, Suzume leaned forwards to ask the next closest person if this was the norm, one of cousins from the main family if she remembered him correctly only for him to shout at the top of his lungs and drop the pit in her stomach from butterflies to a feeling of dread.
"Im going to die... Again..." She murmured to herself, making a mental note to record a warning message to her future self when they revive her to be better prepared for this nonsense. And also to bring her own coffee before briefings.
Steeling herself, Suzume raised a hand again, single finger raised, and spoke out as soon as she could find an opening.
"Bozu." She spoke towards Barone waiting for his attention before continuing. "What are the parameters for mission failure and what contingencies can we expect?" She tried to get a more broad answer than what she had heard so far. And most of all, she wanted to make very sure that if this time one of their own ships was going to level several square miles around them to excise the theater of operations she would have a head start and not be told she simply looked up to wonder why the sky had gotten brighter.
A little part of Suzume died the longer she sat there. near the back most seats she sat, legs together, back straight, hand raised with a single raised finger only for it to shoot back down at every non sequiturs and outburst that each tore away a small piece of her assumptions and expectations of this motley crew.
There was shouting, wild gesturing, talking over one another constantly, a lack of rolecalls and very clear rank disparity violations. When she had taken her seat she had expected a quiet and professional briefing where they all listened attentively and took notes and waited until the end where they would ask clarifying questions to fill in context in a professional manner and maybe might be at least a single cliche wisecrack or two.
They didn't even have instant coffee and pastries.
It was like everyone in the room was Kaito Hinata with the sole saving grace that at least none of them were flirting with her father.
Willing to give the benefit of the doubt, Suzume leaned forwards to ask the next closest person if this was the norm, one of cousins from the main family if she remembered him correctly only for him to shout at the top of his lungs and drop the pit in her stomach from butterflies to a feeling of dread.
"Im going to die... Again..." She murmured to herself, making a mental note to record a warning message to her future self when they revive her to be better prepared for this nonsense. And also to bring her own coffee before briefings.
Steeling herself, Suzume raised a hand again, single finger raised, and spoke out as soon as she could find an opening.
"Bozu." She spoke towards Barone waiting for his attention before continuing. "What are the parameters for mission failure and what contingencies can we expect?" She tried to get a more broad answer than what she had heard so far. And most of all, she wanted to make very sure that if this time one of their own ships was going to level several square miles around them to excise the theater of operations she would have a head start and not be told she simply looked up to wonder why the sky had gotten brighter.