Post by marshmellow on Mar 20, 2015 4:09:07 GMT
In times of crisis, it's natural for people to become scattered. Disorganized. Frightened, panicky beasts. When trouble is brewing, people have a tendency to pull in every direction at once. Nonetheless, in such times, unity is essential. In such times, people are needed who can ground themselves, look at everything with a careful eye, and get organized. In such times, people need a leader.
Halite was not that sort of gem.
It was clear by now that communications with the Homeworld would not be reestablished any time soon. All that came through the communications array was static, and no one ever heard back from any of the gems that made it off-planet. To make matters worse, this planet was poison; everyone had heard by now of the threat of corruption, and eyed each other suspiciously for any hint of the frightening affliction. Oh, she'd give her hair poof to be back in her cushy little office slash cubicle in the gamma sector.
Well, no leader was Halite, but she was this: a bureaucrat. And she knew a thing or two about getting organized. Being stranded on some gem-forsaken backwater planet was no excuse for a lapse in duties! She needed information, as much of it as she could get, and she needed it ASAP. Resources, gempower, all of this and more she needed to know, and that meant one thing:
It was time for a census.
And this is why she was here today at the Crystal Temple. She'd surveyed as many gems as she could at the Lunar Sea Spire already, and now it was time to branch out elsewhere to get as many names as she could. So here in front of the Temple she set up her little makeshift cardboard stall (a useful material, this cardboard; she would look into further applications for it in the future), with its stack of paper forms and pens set on top, and herself seated rigidly behind it. All that was left was to wait for gems to start walking in...
Halite was not that sort of gem.
It was clear by now that communications with the Homeworld would not be reestablished any time soon. All that came through the communications array was static, and no one ever heard back from any of the gems that made it off-planet. To make matters worse, this planet was poison; everyone had heard by now of the threat of corruption, and eyed each other suspiciously for any hint of the frightening affliction. Oh, she'd give her hair poof to be back in her cushy little office slash cubicle in the gamma sector.
Well, no leader was Halite, but she was this: a bureaucrat. And she knew a thing or two about getting organized. Being stranded on some gem-forsaken backwater planet was no excuse for a lapse in duties! She needed information, as much of it as she could get, and she needed it ASAP. Resources, gempower, all of this and more she needed to know, and that meant one thing:
It was time for a census.
And this is why she was here today at the Crystal Temple. She'd surveyed as many gems as she could at the Lunar Sea Spire already, and now it was time to branch out elsewhere to get as many names as she could. So here in front of the Temple she set up her little makeshift cardboard stall (a useful material, this cardboard; she would look into further applications for it in the future), with its stack of paper forms and pens set on top, and herself seated rigidly behind it. All that was left was to wait for gems to start walking in...