[There's nothing wrong with silver and grey, thanks, picky visitor. Palamedes looks him up and down, that eyebrow still raised with such skepticism it's probably going to get stuck like that if he doesn't stop in a minute. He can't remember hearing about any visiting ships coming in today, and he would have, because the other children in the dormitories are always going on about it when there are visitors and today they are out watching skeletons do maintenance.
So this is strange. He wonders if this guy isn't supposed to be here at all, in which case, he's chosen possibly the worst spot to sit around in the open? Not that the Oversight Body pays any attention, so maybe it's not so bad, after all. One of the extremes.
Many questions. Regardless. Palamedes scoffs at the biscuits, waving them off with a dismissive gesture.]
From our Oversight Body? They're dry and unappetizing, just like the Body's recent string of policy changes.
['Exceedingly loud, Scholar,' comes Camilla's voice from the doorway, where she's leaned her head in to indeed remind Palamedes that his bitching about the Oversight Body never has volume control, and he's standing in their lobby. (This, too, gets a 'who cares' out of him.) Then she looks at Viktor, brow furrowed suspiciously, then at Palamedes, and the two of them have a conversation entirely in silent looks and a few shrugs.
Whatever decision is made here, she rolls her eyes and leans out of the doorway again, but the door stays open. Ahem. Palamedes holds up his hands.]
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So this is strange. He wonders if this guy isn't supposed to be here at all, in which case, he's chosen possibly the worst spot to sit around in the open? Not that the Oversight Body pays any attention, so maybe it's not so bad, after all. One of the extremes.
Many questions. Regardless. Palamedes scoffs at the biscuits, waving them off with a dismissive gesture.]
From our Oversight Body? They're dry and unappetizing, just like the Body's recent string of policy changes.
['Exceedingly loud, Scholar,' comes Camilla's voice from the doorway, where she's leaned her head in to indeed remind Palamedes that his bitching about the Oversight Body never has volume control, and he's standing in their lobby. (This, too, gets a 'who cares' out of him.) Then she looks at Viktor, brow furrowed suspiciously, then at Palamedes, and the two of them have a conversation entirely in silent looks and a few shrugs.
Whatever decision is made here, she rolls her eyes and leans out of the doorway again, but the door stays open. Ahem. Palamedes holds up his hands.]
Sorry. No; I'm here to deliver a report. And you?