[Day 230] We're still not dead! Time to get drunk until we are

[bastionpc]

Who: Georges, you, and so much alcohol
Open: Open
When: Day 230, from noon til night
Where: Inside and outside the Distillery
What: In which planning is attempted, an obnoxious amount of booze is shoved at everyone, and Georges needs help with some things
Format: Pick your poison
Warnings: Drunk shenanigans at some point, likely


So, in the morning, Georges makes sure to stop anyone before they can go out onto the Skyway or get a bite to eat, or basically attempt to carry on with their lives like normal. With the most recent near death experience, he seems to be aiming to be more insistently friendly, apparently.

"Hey there! I got everyone together for some drinks, well, last time since we all needed one after that and I figured why not do it again? Come over to the Distillery later today, and I'll have some things whipped up! Oh- and by the way. That Ura fella, Zulf, he wanted folks to meet up and try and figure a few things out, get a bit more organization 'round here I suppose. If you could pass this around, that'd be great!"

And, sure enough, at around noon-ish Georges has once again set up some things. There are tables just outside the distillery, the largest he could manage (which is just a couple pressed up against one another) done up specifically for anyone who wants to sit around and be responsible.

For those who don't care about or don't trust themselves with responsibility, there's a couple smaller tables scattered about both inside and outside. As usual, Georges is behind the bar with a row of bottles on display. Ask him about them, chat with one another, or just focus on getting utterly and completely smashed, do as you like.

Maybe if you're chatty enough, you might even get roped into something.

Comments

[gianthobo]

[AZ is seated nearby, but he stirs at the mention of leaders. The idea is something he's spoken to Hilda about recently, but he feels he needs to add his voice to the pile as someone with experience.]

Not a single leader. As much as people in the Bastion have proven to be... kind... there's still too much risk and responsibility both in giving a single person all of the power.

[wayofvoice]

I agree. [He did mention 'leaders', plural, after all.] So a council of sorts would be better, do you believe?

[gianthobo]

It seems to do better in my experience. Perhaps people with different leadership roles - someone in charge of food, someone in charge of power, someone in charge of defense, and so on.

[wayofvoice]

It is merely a matter of finding those with the skill and inclination for such roles.

What would be the most vital, in your opinion?

[gianthobo]

Right now? Power. We need to know exactly how long we have. If we have someone in charge of exploration they can work with them to find more shards and cores. The power isn't going to last for a long time - we need to find both more cores and a more permanent solution.

In general though we need to have someone in charge of defense, food, and justice. Should someone commit an act against someone else in the Bastion, we need to make sure that we don't act rashly. In addition... we need to make sure we have someone in charge of health. The clinic only has so much, and we need to know how much we have and what we need. Having training for at least field medicine would help, too.

[kyotoprincess]

[Bon nods in agreement at what AZ is saying.]

Not only that, but I doubt that any one person could possibly handle everything there is to do here. Plus, if it's a group, then there's no worry about a personal dispute bleeding into how they lead.

[He hasn't forgotten that fight Nathaniel and Zulf had, nope.]

[gianthobo]

Exactly. A single ruler's feelings can easily destroy a whole community.

[Not talking from experience here n o p e.]

[daughterofursa]

...I guess that could be true even if they have the best intentions.

[Say hello to Zuko's self-doubt here. She hopes she would have been a good Fire Lord sob.]

[gianthobo]

... That's something I know from experience, yes.

[Floette's gone off somewhere or else she'd be making sad faces.]