Tuesday at Three

Meho brought news of some approaching calamity, then turned at once to the practical matter of securing a ridiculous name before anyone else could lay claim to it. This is how civilization survives: panic first, paperwork second.

Arrowyy offered his sword for any chosen cause, having already cleared the afternoon as though a naming dispute might require cavalry. Summoneyy judged the hour badly placed and considered slipping away from her duties, provided the day remained quiet. Meho, naturally, proposed hiring a queue at Summoneyy’s bank to obstruct the effort.

I have seen sieges planned with less attention to timing. Arrowyy posted a grim little scene about men wanting the world burned, which was fair, if rather dramatic for a fight over Seymour Butts.