kchellis> So, what’s the problem this time?
socularios> Cleaning up the diplomatic fallout from last night’s dinner at the Isliar Primarchy embassy.
kchellis> What could possibly happen at a Primarchy dinner? Those things are so boring that you’re tempted to shoot yourself in the head just to get it over with.
socularios> Got it in one.
socularios> Someone invited Chemelé Sarithos.
socularios> Who only made it through the appetizers before announcing “Bored now”, then drawing her sidearm and – leaving the party. In a manner that gave the Ambassador’s mother a case of the vapors, spoiled the atmosphere for the rest of the guests, and ruined the soup, too, confound it.
kchellis> Did she offer any explanation beyond that?
socularios> She’s a three-hours-prior restore. And before you ask, she said that if it was that dull, she probably didn’t want to remember even the part she was there for.
kchellis> I’ll draft the formal apologies if you’ll dragoon our idiot cousin into making some informal apologies. I presume we’re assuming that the Primarchs wanted to generate an incident to get something out of us?
socularios> That we are. Any suggestions on the dragooning?
kchellis> Chemelé’s been living debtstyle for a while now, so talk to her grandmother, Kiril. No-one crosses Old Lady Sarithos, especially not her new least favorite grandchild.
– Ministry of State & Outlands, “Oops” memeweave