After taking a few days to come to grips with the situation of the fort, I finally feel like I can begin working out some priorities. Unfortunately, I don’t appear to remember anything about the discussion that went on in the electors’ room at the beginning of the year, so I’m not sure what promises I might have made at the time… but since I wasn’t elected then anyway, I suppose I can assume any such promises are void now. Honestly, other than a few electors being incredibly sad, I don’t really see much in the way of actual problems. Nephilim, despite having gained a reputation for violently lashing out, isn’t even the one under the most stress – that would be Lucky. Lucky tells me, among other things, that she feels her legendary skills at woodcarving have not been put to suitable use, so, although we don’t exactly have logs for days, I assign her her own workshop and tell her she can use it whenever she wants. It seems, though, that her duties as the chief doctor might keep her too occupied; I’m loath to relieve her from the position, although there are equally skilled candidates, due to her status, but I do try to tactfully tell her to take some time off.
Meanwhile, Nephilim presents a trickier issue. He has not publically objected to my order regarding the Black Legion, and, somewhat to my surprise, the Legionnaires have integrated well into their new squadrons and seem to be more or less accepting of their circumstances. The fact that Nephilim had already been stripped of formal command may of course be relevant. Even still, I need to find some way to keep him from starting further brawls, especially since they only seem to worsen his tempestuous mood. I’m actually unclear on whether the sentence that had already been assigned to him will be carried out now that I’ve suspended all criminal justice activities; as it stands, I would prefer if it were not, since he’s been sentenced to a beating when what he really needs is time to himself. I have, in any case, relieved him of all duties for the time being, and I am considering constructing a private retirement suite for him and Quantum.
Speaking, of course, of retirement suites, the other elector looming large in my mind of late is Yung Boujee, the Bitten. Although her curse keeps her alive, she seems to be suffering direly from being closed off from society, especially as nobody has given any concern to offer her any sort of provisions. I’m arranging for a sealable anteroom to be stocked with food and drink she can enjoy, even if she doesn’t technically need it, and I’ve already informed her she has permission to treat one of the side rooms of her prison as an officially-designated temple.
Finally, I remember, foggily, having heard someone complaining about the surface level being insecure, so, although I cannot of course condone any important work being done out of the honest sunshine, I’ve decided to order a highly defensible section of the lowest cavern closed off for construction of backup facilities, during what seems to be a period of relative absence of unsavory wildlife. It does pain me, and might result in some relationship discord, but I ultimately feel it's reasonable to have at least a small farm, kitchen, and still down there in case things go really bad. In the process, I also discovered that some areas of the higher caverns have been left wide open again, to my incredible irritation, but it shouldn’t be too much trouble to fix this, Nökor be merciful.
Meanwhile, as if in mockery of my grand vision, someone has installed dozens of glass and gem windows in the mountainside to provide unspeakably decadent views to the dining tables of a few random citizens. Perhaps the great dome is simply too great for this world, at least in my lifetime.
Oh, right, one last thing. There are way too many animals. (Finally, something I can take a picture of!)
I love animals as much as
anyone (especially the fluffy yaks), but this crosses a line even for me. Everything that doesn’t grow wool and isn’t a bird is going to be gelded, and, assuming we ever get through our massive backlog of stored food, there’s going to be a lot of poultry on the menu before too long. (Shame we don’t have some eagles...)
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Topic: The Fall of Goldsilver Succession Fort – Democracy Suspended (Read 59014 times)