Protestors pleas - RPLOG
Participants
Date
17/4/477
Log
Late morning in Firmament, mostly heavily cloudy and punctuated by intermittent drizzles that faze the common being none as they go about their business. However, it seems that today, none of the councilbeings are getting much don - or are at least taking the fact that an entire motley crew has found its way not just into the council building, but right in the meeting chambers and are occupying a good number of the seats meant for that illustrious body of tradesbeings, merchants, community leaders and other important beings who presumably represent the concerns of the common being to the king.
There aren't that many of the protestors - perhaps about forty of them - but they've entrenched themselves pretty well, some of them holding signs of scrap wood representing their demand that the Creator Money be set aside for the eventual purchase of Promise.
Siyu is here for another hearing, the rodent is of course getting more political and enjoying at least listening to the majority of the arguments here. He loooks over at all of the protestors and shakes his head. Far too loud and too much of a mass. He'll take his seat over by the merchant's space sit down and wait to hear what the conversations will play out today. Looking around for his nemisis the ferret.
Cedric had decided to head down to the council building, having heard of the protests and fearing things could get out of hand quickly down there. After all, hadn't his patron spirit bid him to help sort out this nonsense about creator money? Even aside from his own curiosity, he felt obligated to at least check things out and so the badger travelled purposefully through the streets of firmament in the drizzle to make his way to the building.
Kalt makes her way slowly into the council room, her uniform neat and pressed helping her to look as professional as possible... With the exception to her left arm hanging across her arm in a sling and the shoulder with a piece of metal wrapped around it to help prevent extra damage, but the Vixen isn't one to let a simple broken shoulder stop her from her duties. A letter is in her right hand, her duty today to deliver it to a member of the solacious sitting in for the meeting today, but she's nice and surprised at the protest taking place at the moment. "Well, least they ain't burnin' everything..." She mutters gently to herself.
Angus sighs once more as it seems these protesters wouldn't be leaving quickly, which means he was going to be stuck here for longer then he wished. He tapped his fingers against the surface in front of him, chin propped up in his hand as he just stares at them. Then someone walking in catches his attention, his ears perking up as he turns to a familiar face, and is caught off guard as he realizes her arm is in a sling.
Rogna stares out at the unruly protest group and shakes his head. He keeps an eye on them all, attempting to ensure nothing breaks out to endanger anyone else, but mostly he stands among a wall today, among guards who can clearly see his gear. He asks one, as nothing seems to be pressing the attention of all present, how this managed to manifest itself, making as much on good humor as he can.
Cassidy slinks up behind Angus, dressed up in a skyblue silk dress, largely devoid of weapons, today. Afterall, it wouldn't do to take weaponry to any kind of court setting. Even a protest. She snakes a hand out to poke her cousin in the side, brow raising. "I had a feeling I'd find you here, too."
To say that the scene is tense would be an understatement. A continent of city guard with shields raised, although their weapons not drawn, on one side of the chamber, the protestors with their wooden placards on the other. How the protestors managed to get into the chamber - be it through a sympathetic doorkeeper, jimmying the lock, or some other shenanigans - is unclear to everyone Rogna asks, but the end result is open for all to see: the scheduled council proceedings being stalled while this plays itself out. It could come to blows, perhaps, but the resolution is far from clear at this point.
"Get gone. You know the rules for presentin' matters to the Council."
"Considering the events of the time this matter was brought up in court, I don't intend to get a fair chance at even presenting my case here," a cougar woman replies from amongst the crowd. "We are gathered here peacefully, and simply wish to make sure that our case is presented by ourselves, in our own words, to those we aim to make it heard, instead of having it no doubt mangled by some royal scribe. The Creator representative arrives in less than a month. What will they think of us? We are gathered here peacefully to -"
"If you're going to appeal to that, what are they going to think of folk who cut the queue and cause disruption just to make their point? You really going to think the Creators are going to be impressed with such behaviour, let us buy back our planet this way?"
Back and forth, back and forth.
Siyu he leans back in his chair, the protestors near him and he clears his throat, "The points you made were all brought up to the Good King, the minutes of the meeting I am sure are available. We had a discussion in length from both Merchants and Nobility. The Good King is of hte mind to accept and petition the creators. His choice is made, your purpose here is moot as, though we ourselves are not...particular members belonging to your organization it's concerns were already discussed LAST meeting..." he nods, knowing that the skinflint of a ferret iddn't take him up on the offer to print the Good Kings procolmation and spread it all over town.
Cedric takes a seat near the back, watching the chaotic proceedings for a bit and taking the scene in as he figures out what to do next. He watches the crowd of protestors carefully as well as the guards, trying to get a feel for just how tense the situation is here. What is there he can do to help diffuse this situation.
Kalt skirts her way through and around those gathered as she approaches angus and sets the letter down for him. "Erm... Figured ain'---" She clears her throat then and tries to suppress her country accent some. "I uhm... I mean I thought you'd not bein-- I mean not too busy today with them..." She dips her head to Cassidy before flicking her ears in annoyance as she turns to the group, forgetting the effort to try and suppress her accent. "Aw, but if'n you sit there an' fiddle'em up they ain't gonna get talkin' any differently though."
Angus jumps a little when he is poked, turning to eye his cousin as he gives her a soft greeting before Kalt's letter is placed in front of him. "hm? What happened to your arm?" He asks as he looks down at the letter, picking it up before he leans forward and speaks. "That's all well and good that you want to get your thoughts heard, but think on what you are doing. If you want to set a good example, barging in and then getting into a brawl with the guard is not a good one that I can see. If you really, truely want to be heard, why not try and find a counsilman that's views are mirrored by your own? They could help could they not?"
Rogna nods to the guards, keeping an eye on the situation as he listens to the arguements. "Given the matters for this time, while in need of attention, are clearly going to have to wait, please, offer your stance on the issue so that it may be resolved as quickly as possible. If hearing you will benefit both parties then I see no reason not to, however I do suggested against distruptive behavior, come, let us all be civil. That will garner the most respect from those who carefully sculpt wonders, not unruly chaos." the hippo says rather loudly, not willing to let this climb into violence.
