YOU WERE JUST A FOOL || MONTHLY TASKS

[Simon F.M.]

AND YOU'VE COME SO FAR, DON'T GIVE UP NOW
YOU GOTTA KEEP GOING, KEEP YOUR WITS ABOUT YOU

As Michael approached her ears perked up, giving the bobcat a smile. She would chuckle as he spoke, tilting her head as she thought. "Well, I don't need anyone to shovel sh-" Vayne's approach made her falter, searching for a more appropriate word quickly. Finding none at the moment she shook her and chuckled. "Michael, do you think you could gather up some of the Blackjack Rats and host a game? Something fun to help everyone have a good time!"

Her attention would then officially settle on the others, thinking over her options. She looked at the other dealer, then back at Michael, gears turning in her head. "Keona, if you want, you could help Michael, or maybe you could gather up members to visit out allies. I want to give gifts to those who helped us, especially Tanglewood."

She would turn to Nat, an idea already in mind for the winged Roux. "Nat, could you do me the favor of flying over the territory, marking down any places with large amounts of damage? I want to start on repairs soon and that would be a massive help."

Her attention shifted to Vayne, wondering what a good task for the apprentice aged child would be. She didn't want to assign some big manual labor, though maybe some would help. "THe raids did damage to the beaches, why don't you start gathering some of the smaller debris, maybe grab some larger crewmates to help you? Don't wear yourself out though, mind your limits!"

She looked at Planecrash as he approached, noting how she hardly knew him. There had been a rising trend of new faces recently, and that simply wouldn't do. A group who knew each other worked better together. "Planecrash, why don't you hold a meet and greet of some kind. There's been a lot of new faces recently, it would be a good idea for the old and new to mingle." He was still recovering from the state he'd been in when he arrived so, that should keep him from making his health worse.

She looked to Goldenluxury as she approaches, resisting the urge to insist the former captain rested. She'd been doing plenty of that recently, something to do might do her some good. "Goldie, I'd like if you'd head to the tavern and started planning out some a feast would be nice, maybe see if you enjoy cooking!" It felt weird to order around the tigress but, she'd adjust eventually.

— Reggan