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♡ Caboose, as it happened, knew very, very little about clan life. This was pretty obvious to everybody around him, really. Partly because Caboose had never known a single thing in his entire life, and also because not once had Caboose asked questions or tried to figure out what was going on in any way at all. Despite all attempts, he wasn't any good at being subtle, so his confusion was always pretty apparent.
Anyways, it's pure luck that brings Caboose by the meeting place. He hasn't figured out the schedule for this stuff, of course, and doesn't entirely get the point. Once he mentally adds it to his schedule, though, he'll be very, very thorough about showing up on time. Now is not then, though.
When Caboose registers Bastille's shout, the canine lifts his head. It is, of course, delayed, but that's all you can really ask of him. It's not as professional or leader-like as the Suiteheart's the week before had been, though, so it takes Caboose a lot longer to register it as something important at all. In fact, he takes a few steps forward to leave for some reason before he eventually thinks better of it. Which is how Caboose finds himself flopped down to listen, tail wagging and as attentive as he could manage to be. This is to say, not very, and Caboose didn't really quite understand what was being talked about, either. A long, long list of names that Caboose doesn't know, and probably can't fully register as names. Caboose vaguely tilts his head, but continues to listen despite how muddled his head gets the more words he hears. Meetings, as it would seem, just wouldn't be Caboose's thing, solely because of how much was said. He would probably be able to appreciate the organization of it all in later days, if he ever managed to understand what was being talked about. Unlikely, but hopeful.
Caboose, after some few moments, has faded out of attention, but jolts back upon hearing his name, blinking in puzzlement. Guard ... ian. Promoted? It was about him? Promoted? He was important now???? What was he guarding, though!! Caboose's puzzlement is clear, even though the Retriever's tail is already wagging pretty hard. Washingtub and Church!!! are mentioned too, but that's less important. Things that are also not very important to Caboose are whatever this leader-cat-person is talking about now, because he definitely doesn't get that either. Knocking down? Snowboon?????  The helmeted canine tilts his head further, but doesn't speak up. Doesn't even really say anything. It's not terribly frequent that Caboose speaks up, anyways, just 'cause people would get maaddd if he said stuff for no reasoonn, even though he did anywaayss a lot of the timee. Yeah. Yeah. Anyways. Caboose, despite the dismissal, merely sits up and lets out a very, very soft woof of some sort and that's kind of. All. Meetings confused him a lot, but that was okay!!! He got confused by a lotta things.

And the sky was littered
with the corpses of stars,

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He didn't really call these meetings. Instead he called them debriefings. A term that he was actually used to. Meetings were something different in his mind as they usually consisted of the higher ranked officers and only them and nothing else. Washington knew that his wasn't the case here, so debriefing was the next best thing to call whatever the hell this was. Washington was never late to the likes of a debriefing, as he was working on gathering as much information as he could for Carolina. This way she wouldn't have interacted with as many as she usually would and there would probably be less violence because of it. Washington was trying to be the neutral party but it was hard to do when basically no one was believing him. The Freelancer sat himself down not really next to anyone. Although he was somewhat close to Caboose considering that was the only really familiar face that was around. He wouldn't expect Carolina to be around here as it would just cause more drama that would give him more of a headache. As usual most of the announcements that were made didn't really make sense to him. It probably made sense to everyone else in the outpost but not him. Caboose was promoted. Wait. Caboose? Out of everyone else they promoted Caboose? He honestly didn't see why the likes of Caboose was promoted when the other got confused so much, but he wasn't about to start an argument like that. And then he was promoted. That was certainly a surprise with recent events. But the recent events had certainly taken its toll. He didn't respect Bastille as much as he used to, and since he was more likely to refuse orders it meant that he wasn't going to treat Bastille the same either. Which the other probably would like or dislike it didn't matter to the Freelancer. "Oh. Okay." Washington would state, not saying thanks to what Bastille said, but no one should consider that surprising as Caboose also didn't say thank you for his promotion, so there was no reason for him to either. He got promoted though. That was a good thing for both him and Carolina if they wanted to get anything out of this outpost. Did he know what that rank meant? Of course not. The meeting was dismissed and Washington got up onto his paws, turning to look toward Caboose with a raised eyebrow toward the canine. "Caboose the meeting is uhh- dismissed. You don't have to stay here." Washington would say calmly, still trying to figure out exactly how the hell to talk to the other male with him understanding. If Caboose wanted to follow him out of the meeting that was fine with him, but if he wanted to stay that was also fine. He needed to go and find Carolina so he could debrief her on the debriefing. Now that just sounded odd. Hopefully they would get over all of this and they could stop playing telephone. The armored smilodon left the area as soon as it was said that the meeting was dismissed as it just meant that there was nothing else to be said.


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