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Richard ([personal profile] traumaticus) wrote in [community profile] expiationnet2025-04-28 02:15 am

004 - video [un:plantogetit]

Greetings, it's me. Richard Plantagenet, the duke of Gloucester.

It seems like the last the events of the last month truly shaken up our community in more ways than just one. And on top of that it appears that the council is back on the move once again, trying to subdue us 'the chosen' under their thumb. There might not be much that we can do in the face of such horrors but i do not believe we are entirely powerless either.

But first things first. If any of you find your housing situation compromised, please, come to the inn. We will allow anyone in need to stay free of charge. However, I must warn you that the standards aren't quite what they used to be with the resources running low, which leads me to my next point.

I call everyone who is willing and capable to gather and join me in the cleaning up and rebuilding our city. The roads are still filled with rubble and debris from the fight and some areas seems to be completely blocked off. Similarly, I will call everyone who is interested in defending our city to join me and the defense squad with patrolling around the borders and woods nearby in case of the monsters still lingering around. The game and other wildlife seems to have left the their usual area, so we need to make sure that it is safe for them to return here if we want to thrive as a community.

As for my last point.

I am aware that not all of you might trust me or have the most positive views on my actions here. Still, I wish you to listen to what I have to propose to you and take it in your heart without being clouded by prejudice and hear me out.

When my homeland was met with great injustice my noble father, the duke of York, took upon his shoulders to set things right. He rallied the people, raised the banners and brought upon a storm like no other to sweep across our country. All just to remove the tyrant, the false king from his pedestal. When I look at the way our state in this city I must admit that I feel compelled to do the same and urge us to take our fates to our own hands. The Council and this AI-entity might loom above us like Gods, but that does not mean we ought to outright submit to them. I am aware that we have already into our own groups and formed affiliations. But I truly do believe we are strongest when we are together and united.

Which is why I propose the following: that we, the Chosen, would form our own governing body. A council of our own, if you will. I do not suggest that we follow one true leader, as I believe that to be fruitless in our situation. However, we would greatly benefit from having chosen representatives to gather and bring out the issues that we might be facing as a community, so that we could coordinate our efforts to match our best interests and needs.

This is, of course, just a suggestion. I would love to hear what all of you think of this.
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[personal profile] conflictresolution 2025-05-18 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
I'll have the cook prepare something for you.

[He never saw the brothel as a problem. Honestly, Richard should spend more time there. Perhaps his lover would learn a thing or two.]
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[personal profile] conflictresolution 2025-05-18 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Eating was a big ask, Richard. What happened to warmongering conversation as a stand alone?]

If that is your wish, I will partake.

[Who was he to deny such a simple wish? Perhaps Richard could be plied to help him with his own in that case.]
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[personal profile] conflictresolution 2025-05-18 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[For once, Silco was not there to greet Richard in the main area. Business was down - obviously - but it had been converted to a place for people to stay if they needed to. One of his main managers immediately approached and welcomed his lover, having been made aware to expect the younger man.

Discreetly, Richard was taken towards the kitchen area and then to an office at the back of the place. It was a relatively plain office with a desk, a couch, a table and chairs. There were bookshelves lining one wall. It was clear that it been built to be as nondescript as possible for anyone wayward customer or staff that might find it.

The manager approached the bookshelf and pressed a mechanism to open on bookshelf out to reveal a hidden door. Silco happened to be working there, scribbling notations on paper in a much more lavish office space. The right side of his face was aimed downwards the door as he worked, and there were two meals set out on one corner of the desk. There was a chair for his lover to sit and a couch with a coffee table in front of it.]