[open] 001 | Let's get ready to rumble!

[ryuji]

WHO? Open to all! Nochilles and Mordred signed up but feel free to jump in. PVP encouraged. :)
WHAT? Ryuji is staging a riot in a local bar; Jean-Baptiste Robert Lindet is present, struggling to put pen to paper a list of accusations against the monarchy
WHEN? Prior to the speedup of the National Convention, 1792
ANYTHING ELSE? Every good riot has to have two sides! Monarchists vs Revolutionaries. Ryuji's prepped the list of accusations and some inspirational literature via Sargent Gramps

So, you're in favor of the king?

Who doesn't like to play the villain every now and then, right? Ryuji's worked all night on this task, and he's put all his passion into coming up with a short list of motivations to help you get "in character." Distributed prior to the riot and via message, he's put some of this together, mostly around what he's heard by some of the headier, more established patrons of the bar in their heated debates:

>@all #monarchists
>@enterthedragon
-Is a king judgeable to begin with?
-Even if he's guilty af, is it ok that the people looking to bring him to court are doing it out of a hate boner for the dude instead of doing what's right?
-It's illegal to bring a king to trial
-These people are hella religious and think that the right to rule is kinda like god's gift to french people

Let's light a fire under Lindet's ass and get this shit going!

[Ryuji's been reading up some of the works by Marat and Sieyès, provided by the benevolent Totally-Not-A-Greek-God Sargent. Most of it goes way over his head, but he's picked out a few things to point out to share with the rebels, fueling some motivation to help get these guys riled up just as well.]

>@all #revolutionaries
>@enterthedragon
-The dude went and disbanded the government on a whim. He doesn't give a shit what the people actually want and basically said that it was completely in his right to do so.
-He's taxed the hell out of everyone, making it impossible to make ends meet. Look around you, almost everyone is poor as shit and angry about it
-A country is only as good as the hard people who work every day to make it that way. The elitist assholes who are at the top survive by exploiting them, giving them no hope to make their lives better. This dude said it best: "What is the Third Estate? Everything. What has it been hitherto in the political order? Nothing. What does it desire to be? Something."
-We gotta do something to stand up for ourselves or we're gonna be slaves for the rest of our lives!

A. The pre-work

[Ryuji met with all of you outside the bar the night before. Lindet isn't in attendance tonight, but with some extra intel, he knows that he'll be there the night after. He's explained the plan in full detail. Stage an all out fight at the bar in front of him, be as passionate as you can about it. Achilles has expressed extreme pessimism at Ryuji's efforts, which has only fueled him to become more riled up, and as he explains how this is going to go down, he's moving around energetically and explaining the plan in great detail. He's so deeply into this, that even his enthusiasm might be contagious- and he goes on to describe how it has to begin "with a monarchist pulling the first punch." His eyes light up at the thought of it.

Finally. Some action in this boring ass mission.]

B. FAITO!

[Ryuji's eyes wander around the room. The operatives are in place, and it seems like the plan is about to go off without a hitch. He's dressed in simple clothes, no explicit paraphernalia that would suggest he supports either side, working tables as he was hired to do. He takes some drink orders, wipes down some tables as customers leave. The place is booming tonight, tons of people around, and an impish grin spreads across his face like wildfire.

It's a little while before Lindet arrives, and Ryuji shows him to his seat. He's tried to give the man a theater view for the bar fight that's about to sprawl outwards, and as he serves up a glass of wine, he heads back towards the bar itself. "Accidentally," he bumps into someone, apologizing profusely.

That's the signal.]