update on the embassy
WHO: Jack, Grace, Bret (if someone wants to talk to them, awesome, if not, this is just a narrative)
WHAT: establishing a fixed point of contact
WHEN: Tuesday
WHERE: a couple of places, mostly the city center
He'd started on Sunday and not slept much. There were more disputes than he'd anticipated, and it was largely very dull and tedious, but people got protective over what was "theirs" and he could understand that. Once he had a handle on what was going on, he brought Ianto in to assist. For one thing, he kept ridiculously detailed logs, and for another, he could tell when people were lying in a way that allowed Jack to be certain. He couldn't just tell people "I know you're full of shit" and expect to get away with it for long.
With very few exceptions, he worked out a general system. If the goblins were in possession of an item someone wanted to claim as their own, first Ianto looked into their mind to make sure they were telling the truth. If they were, then it moved to step two, which was assessing a fair value for any repairs that had been made. On top of that, there was a finder' fee, which only seemed fair. For an item with a value of less than one hundred dremlin, this was set at ten percent. Over one hundred and it became a flat ten dremlin fee. If the original owner agreed to pay the recovery fee and repair costs, the item was returned. If they did not, it became the property of the goblin who'd recovered it.
In cases where the item had already been sold, a refund was issued and then they started from the beginning.
There were a few people who were left unhappy, of course, but mostly the people who'd been looking for an unfair advantage.
Now it was Tuesday, a full two days after Jack had volunteered himself, and he was finally finished. He stood from behind the desk, cracked his back, and walked over to the table in the corner to examine the flyers Grace was painting on. He set down another stack that he'd just finished writing up, with a space in the bottom right corner for Grace to fill in the rowan tree, and picked up the pile she'd already finished.
Leaving the building, he stopped to admire Bret's work, a much larger tree covering the entire door, and then continued on his way. With the help of the other ambassadors, soon Jheblor was dotted with posters directing people to the worldwalker embassy, Southwest corner of the city center, identifiable by the large tree on the door, should they have any disputes that could not be handled by their own ambassadors.
That was it, then. Official representation. He could feel the headache settling in.
WHAT: establishing a fixed point of contact
WHEN: Tuesday
WHERE: a couple of places, mostly the city center
He'd started on Sunday and not slept much. There were more disputes than he'd anticipated, and it was largely very dull and tedious, but people got protective over what was "theirs" and he could understand that. Once he had a handle on what was going on, he brought Ianto in to assist. For one thing, he kept ridiculously detailed logs, and for another, he could tell when people were lying in a way that allowed Jack to be certain. He couldn't just tell people "I know you're full of shit" and expect to get away with it for long.
With very few exceptions, he worked out a general system. If the goblins were in possession of an item someone wanted to claim as their own, first Ianto looked into their mind to make sure they were telling the truth. If they were, then it moved to step two, which was assessing a fair value for any repairs that had been made. On top of that, there was a finder' fee, which only seemed fair. For an item with a value of less than one hundred dremlin, this was set at ten percent. Over one hundred and it became a flat ten dremlin fee. If the original owner agreed to pay the recovery fee and repair costs, the item was returned. If they did not, it became the property of the goblin who'd recovered it.
In cases where the item had already been sold, a refund was issued and then they started from the beginning.
There were a few people who were left unhappy, of course, but mostly the people who'd been looking for an unfair advantage.
Now it was Tuesday, a full two days after Jack had volunteered himself, and he was finally finished. He stood from behind the desk, cracked his back, and walked over to the table in the corner to examine the flyers Grace was painting on. He set down another stack that he'd just finished writing up, with a space in the bottom right corner for Grace to fill in the rowan tree, and picked up the pile she'd already finished.
Leaving the building, he stopped to admire Bret's work, a much larger tree covering the entire door, and then continued on his way. With the help of the other ambassadors, soon Jheblor was dotted with posters directing people to the worldwalker embassy, Southwest corner of the city center, identifiable by the large tree on the door, should they have any disputes that could not be handled by their own ambassadors.
That was it, then. Official representation. He could feel the headache settling in.