A new distribution system? Interesting. It was true, they were limited in what information they could gather and share over the bulletin boards. The staff were making things unnecessarily difficult. Even if they weren't, the presence of some patients made posting on the bulletin more of a cautious venture than a productive one. Circulating journals and collectively updating them was actually a pretty good plan assuming it was organized well. People could write exactly what they witnessed and newer patients could be warned ahead of time regarding the dangers this place held.
But that was only looking at the smaller picture. If the established clubs worked together on this project, it would create a small sense of unity. Collaborating on one collective front would open the avenue for further endeavors and may actually make people think about working together more often. Once that was established, it wasn't hard to imagine a possible, institute-wide force working against Herr Doktor. ...Clever. He liked it.
Unfortunately, the plan only worked under the most idealistic of conditions. It was a little presumptuous of the influence of the clubs. Since Lamperouge had apparently been keeping tabs on the clubs and their memberships, Klavier trusted he knew what he was doing by suggesting such a plan, but it still felt like a stretch. Even then, it required a great amount of trust. Assuming everyone cooperated, assuming people were truthful in what they wrote, assuming people wouldn't use this distribution system to try tricking one another, assuming information wasn't stolen entirely, assuming people could follow through with schedules and promises, assuming people here were decent and good-hearted enough to want to do what they could to do something for the common good of everyone here... then it would work flawlessly. Klavier wasn't nearly optimistic enough to assume that was the case.
He chuckled a little. "You certainly weren't kidding when you said it would take a good amount of work. And it is a bit of a leap of faith regarding the club leaders and those handling the notebooks. ...But if we can make it work, the benefits would be immeasurable. It's certainly well worth the effort." He carefully nodded once, as though still mulling it over. "I'll gladly help you in any way possible. If you're asking I only help pass the message along to other clubs for now, that I can most certainly do. ...However, I have one issue with your plan.
"You're planning to involve every single organized group here, ja? Including the History Club, I assume?" The smile had faded a little by this point and was only really there for the sake of it. "...I think they're more likely to hinder collective efforts than help. They care only for their own interests. Nothing more. And to be frank," he shook his head slightly as though exasperated by the thought, "...I don't think their trustworthy."
It was hard not to laugh at the understatement. Homura was a killer as was Julian, most likely. Saying he didn't trust them was like saying dangling a baby over a meat grinder was kind of a bad idea. He had no idea if the rest of the group was as bad or if they were only manipulated patients, but the case remained that they would prove troublesome.
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But that was only looking at the smaller picture. If the established clubs worked together on this project, it would create a small sense of unity. Collaborating on one collective front would open the avenue for further endeavors and may actually make people think about working together more often. Once that was established, it wasn't hard to imagine a possible, institute-wide force working against Herr Doktor. ...Clever. He liked it.
Unfortunately, the plan only worked under the most idealistic of conditions. It was a little presumptuous of the influence of the clubs. Since Lamperouge had apparently been keeping tabs on the clubs and their memberships, Klavier trusted he knew what he was doing by suggesting such a plan, but it still felt like a stretch. Even then, it required a great amount of trust. Assuming everyone cooperated, assuming people were truthful in what they wrote, assuming people wouldn't use this distribution system to try tricking one another, assuming information wasn't stolen entirely, assuming people could follow through with schedules and promises, assuming people here were decent and good-hearted enough to want to do what they could to do something for the common good of everyone here... then it would work flawlessly. Klavier wasn't nearly optimistic enough to assume that was the case.
He chuckled a little. "You certainly weren't kidding when you said it would take a good amount of work. And it is a bit of a leap of faith regarding the club leaders and those handling the notebooks. ...But if we can make it work, the benefits would be immeasurable. It's certainly well worth the effort." He carefully nodded once, as though still mulling it over. "I'll gladly help you in any way possible. If you're asking I only help pass the message along to other clubs for now, that I can most certainly do. ...However, I have one issue with your plan.
"You're planning to involve every single organized group here, ja? Including the History Club, I assume?" The smile had faded a little by this point and was only really there for the sake of it. "...I think they're more likely to hinder collective efforts than help. They care only for their own interests. Nothing more. And to be frank," he shook his head slightly as though exasperated by the thought, "...I don't think their trustworthy."
It was hard not to laugh at the understatement. Homura was a killer as was Julian, most likely. Saying he didn't trust them was like saying dangling a baby over a meat grinder was kind of a bad idea. He had no idea if the rest of the group was as bad or if they were only manipulated patients, but the case remained that they would prove troublesome.