Tale as Old As Time [Finished]

[accalia]

Julie: if you're actually going to do that I'd suggest only giving limited power of attorney. No sense in giving more power than needed.

[yamikuronue]

"He's already authorized on all the bank accounts, why not?" asks Lance, curiously.

[accalia]

Julie: what.... What exactly are you suggesting?

[yamikuronue]

Lance shrugs. "This all sounds like something Siegfried could handle if I give him full power of attorney."

[accalia]

Julie: Is.... Is that a good idea?

[yamikuronue]

"Why not?" he challenges.

[accalia]

Julie: Because.... well it seems to me like you're trying to avoid responsibility here. And also because not even the day before yesterday you were very much against the idea of selling any property and now not only are you okay with selling them you don't want any part of the decision  process.

Julie's voice is calm, cool and collected, not accusatory or judgemental

[yamikuronue]

Lance sighs. "Look, I don't want to do this. But if it's necessary, fine, whatever, get it over with. Are we done here?"

[accalia]

Julie sighs.

Julie: I guess....

[yamikuronue]

Lance nods. "Great. I'll be upstairs."

Siegfried, meanwhile, rubs at his temples. He'll have to leave this to Obsidian to sort out...

[accalia]

Julie rubs her temples as Lance leaves the room

Julie: is he always that hard to deal with?

[yamikuronue]

Siegfried nods. "Unfortunately."

[CalamityJade]

Once Obsidian got back, and he got the message from Siegfried he took a bit before trying to find Lance. He had spoken only a little about WHY he needed supplies, but whatever it was had taken a good few hours of the day.

[accalia]

Julie is still in the dining hall, the table around her is scattered with paper, most of it marked up heavily in blue and green ink.

Echo is siting in the great room at the piano, writing something in a notepad.

[yamikuronue]

Lance is up in his room, working out with one of his punching bags.