Why was she doing this? At the time, when she had volunteered to hold weekly tasks, she thought she could easily do it. It sounded easy enough: just give out a task to whoever wanted them. But now that she was standing there, watching as her clan mates bustled about around her, she felt a lot more unsure than before. Nevertheless, she tried to shake it off and hold her head high.

"Um, everyone! Gather around for a weekly task, please," that definitely sounded too polite for a Pitt member, but it was hard to put on a hard tone like everyone else did. She wasn't used to being the one demanding things.

put it simply, moribund did not get weekly tasks.

they were a slave. they were supposed to be a useful slave. they could do it; adapt and prove their worth. and surely that meant demonstrating their ability to carry out whatever unorthodox tasks were to be ushered upon them. gaining their own competence, despite their lack of apparent ability.

personal strength; it was a foreign concept to the twins. power meant... agency. something they never possesed before. but the pitt was a new world. it offered an opportunity. what opportunity, they did not know. their world was a limited. two one tracked minds. the irony. to be exposed to something new was inconceivable. it shattered their world. change was new and scary.

but this type of change wasnt-- it was offered on a premise they could understand. agency seemed unachievable. but if others had grabbed hold of the thing the juvenile thought to be most distant, then perhaps there was hope for them.

hope. a fickle thing. never, ever put your trust in hope.

the polycephaly slave announced their arrival with a quiet kick of hooves across sand; saw this... offering of weekly tasks as something of obligation rather than an optional occurrence.

their inhibitions were slowly draining; no longer were they so afraid as to speak. loosening. the stiff tone of feigned politeness, shifted.

"what do you have for us?"

She's slightly relieved when people begin to flock over, though her anxiety quickly flares back up when she realizes she'll actually have to give them things to do. Oh boy.

Cosette looks to [member=2031]VALKYR[/member] first, pausing before she manages to think of something for the sha. "Gather up some people and host a competition of some sort. Be creative, but make it productive."

Then there was [member=2277]MORIBUND[/member]. This one she wasn't so sure of. Should she give them two tasks? How did that even work? Either way, she didn't know much about the slave, so she just randomly chose something. "Do something for the clan. Decorate the fortress, tidy things up, stuff like that." they were probably used to doing tasks like that, and she wasn't sure if they had limitations on tasks because of their rank. But she had given them something to do, so that was good enough for her.

Cosette would smile at the sight of [member=1555]benny g.[/member], her face growing warm under her fur. She didn't want to give him something he wouldn't like, so she decided to give him something more light-hearted, even if it wasn't as productive. "Host some sort of game, just something to raise everyone's spirits. It can be anything you'd like." hopefully that would be entertaining enough for him.

Then there was [member=2078]QUILL H.[/member]. He was a bit of a troublemaker from what she had seen, so maybe something along those lines. "Pull a prank on some of your clan-mates, or on some people from other clans, your choice."

Here was a face she didn't recognize. That was a little worrying, but hopefully she could give them something good, even if she didn't know them. She turns to face [member=483]SÉAMUS[/member] and after a short pause speaks. "Uh, gather up some people and discuss ways to fortify camp. People are getting in and out too easily while we're distracted," he seemed like he could handle that.