[Open] Dear Mister President;

[fearmongering]

Who: EVERYBODY EVER. Or at least the ones in on the Winterization project.
What: Working! Fighting! Talking! Eating! Basically anything and everything.
When: October 21st through November 5th. Basically any working day Rufus has going on.
Where: Pretty much everywhere.
Warnings: People getting chased by dogs? Tifa falcon punching? Rufus in

Comments

open; 22 october.

[chrysophilist]

[Rikku was currently taking a break outside one of the houses she was working on. She was dressed casually, and even though it might not have been something a regular person would wear for this kind of job, she was comfortable in it. Her jacket was thrown off to the side, and she sat eating an apple on a curb, knees knocking together as she munched.]

Re: open; 22 october.

[fearmongering]

[Rufus had gone a little bit more casual than usual as well, trading four layers for two and a pair of jeans. It was easy to spot the blond woman outside, and he raise a hand in greeting.]

The team giving you any trouble, Rikku?

[chrysophilist]

[The blonde looked up and blinked a time or two, then grinned and waved to her boss.]

Nope, not at all! You're lookin' good. [Pause. Offers apple forward.] Want a bite?

[fearmongering]

Thank you, the same can be said for yourself.

[He waves off the offer for the apple. He can't risk possibly catching someone elses cold or germs, with his shot to hell immune system.] I ate before arriving, but I appreciate the offer.

[And he moves to sit beside the other, hand resting behind him for balance.] Everything running smoothly so far?

[chrysophilist]

Thanks.

[She takes another bit of the fruit as he sits next to her. She smiles and nods happily.]

Yeah! You wouldn't believe how much easier it is to get stuff done when you've got a team. I've been working solo for so long!

[fearmongering]

I am glad to hear that. If if we do a project of this size again, I will be sure to try and put as many people on it.

[He cocks a brow.] Have you always worked solo?

[chrysophilist]

That'd be great!

[She shakes her head, but follows it up with a little shrug.] Not always. I mean, at Home it was kinda like "everyone pulls their own weight," but when we had to get together to do stuff, we did. How 'bout you?

[fearmongering]

I have always had people working for me, even before I was President. [A pause, then he adds on.] Delegation is quite a task in itself, I have always found. Making sure that everyone has enough supplies and are well prepared to handle their situation...

[chrysophilist]

[She nods at that.]

That's what my dad did. He was Home's maytan--leader, so he had to be in charge of just about everything.

[fearmongering]

[Urgh, fathers. He suppresses any distaste he might have on the subject.] Much like it takes a certain kind of person to excel at doing, it takes quite an equally dedicated one to be willing to put it all together.

[chrysophilist]

You betcha. [Kind of pulls a face.] My dad kinda lost it, though. He hasn't been doing so great lately.

[fearmongering]

Stress can do that to a man, unfortunately. I hope he recovers quickly for you.

[chrysophilist]

It wasn't really stress. It was more like some kinda greed. And him just not thinking.

[fearmongering]

[She snorts and shakes his head.] Shall I shut my mouth before digging myself into a deeper hole?

[chrysophilist]

[She gives a nervous laugh and rubs the beck of her neck.] Naw, I'll just stop complaining. He's still my dad, after all. He raised Brother and me as best he could.

[fearmongering]

[Fathers are worthless anyway, in his opinion, but he keeps that to himself.] I do not see it as complaining. In fact I am flattered that you would share something so important with me.