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Matt Cavanaugh ([info]palehorses) wrote in [info]we_float,
@ 2010-06-24 18:56:00

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Current mood: thoughtful
Current music:"Underneath Days" :: Bob Mould
Entry tags:character: matt cavanaugh, character: maxxie delacourt

You never want to see the things I could become
Who: Matt Cavanaugh and Maxxie Delacourt
When: Wednesday, June 23
Where: Anhalt Building
What: Discussing what both have figured out about how to restructure the group and make it be something everyone wants to be in.
Status: Closed, Incomplete

It probably looked like Matt simply had his eyes closed. At least, it probably looked like that on first glance, but the two fingertips trailing into the coffee in the cup by his hand likely gave the impression he was actually asleep, but it wasn't like the coffee was hot, or something. He still hadn't entirely decided to do anything about that, because he was trying to figure out the answer to the first labour.

Because really, how did you make an everlasting brownie?

He'd considered and discarded LSD (flashbacks counted as everlasting, right?), genetic resequencing so that Ganesh simply thought he had always just eaten a brownie (too expensive), a really large brownie (ridiculous), and a knitted brownie. The last was the most promising, given that Ganesh had never said it had to be edible.

Not that Matt could knit, but that was a problem for later.

He heard Maxxie's distinctive footsteps - tap, silence, tap tap tap, silence - where the silences were her blinking, and dropped his chair back down to all four feet, managing to get coffee in his eye as he brushed his hair back.

It was sort of a greeting when he looked at her, his eyes unfocused, and said something that most closely approximated to "Blargh."



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[info]maxblinks
2010-07-05 02:59 am UTC (link)
"We need a mission statement. To better the lives of wild cards. Or to save wild cards, or save the rights of wild cards to be human and expect human decency," Maxxie suggested.

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[info]palehorses
2010-07-05 10:42 pm UTC (link)
"I like that," he said with surprise. "Never thought I'd say that about, you know, a fucking mission statement, but it at least lays out a ground level that we expect everyone to stand on. And if someone can't agree ... then this isn't the place for them."

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[info]maxblinks
2010-07-05 10:57 pm UTC (link)
Maxxie grinned. "Not everything about management is bullshit. Sometimes psychology actually works. That last bit -- that's really the core of it, I think. Want me to make a poster to put up in the entryway? Or kitchen. Since, like you've already pointed out, we all do eat."

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[info]palehorses
2010-07-08 12:57 am UTC (link)
"I don't know," he said thoughtfully, lighting another cigarette. "What do you think, that seems like, I don't know, fucking changing the rules without warning or something. I mean, I hate this shit, but maybe it's time to, like, call a house meeting or something? Lay out what you and I want to do and give other people the chance to decide before we're like plastering the walls with mission statements and team-building exercises?" He grinned at her, partly in genuine joy, but partly also in response to her own happiness.

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