First Duelist Assembly (Day 2)

Speeches Regarding to the first order of business, or

Arguments For and Against the End to Rhetoric

"Rhetoric Is All-Pervasive and Relentless In Its Drive to Keep Us from Having A Good Night's Sleep, and Should Therefore Die," by the Enologist

Friends, I don't pretend to know much. I'm just a simple Enologist. But even I know that men and women need sleep. It's one of the few true necessities in life. Unfortunately, all of us currently have an obstacle to this prime need. That obstacle is Rhetoric. It barks every night, almost all night, regardless of our efforts to quiet it.

"Rhetoric Protects Us from Unspeakable Evil, and Should Therefore Live," by the Estate Agent

I'll make this a quickie. After talking with the daughter of the man living in the cabin, it's come to be well known - even if it's not appreciated by some - that Rhetoric is just doing its job: protecting us from an evil that we can't imagine. I see some of you rolling your eyes. Well I believe her and I know a bunch of other do too, because I've talked to you in private. A lot of you. What happens if it's a band of rapists? I don't know, and I don't really want to find out. You know what'll help you with sleep? Taking naps during the day instead of playing chess all the time. Thanks.

Lots are cast. Result: Rhetoric lives.

Second order of business, or

Should we petition for the purchase of croquet equipment?

A speech is given by Entropologist. Fittingly, it's at first organized and compact, fraying as time goes by, until tapering off mid-sentence at some point forty minutes later, when the last person left (Engineer) stands up and walks to the creek for a bath.

All in favor? asks the Entropologist. Aye, he replies sadly.

Result: Petition for croquet equipment is a go.

The Ethologist arrives. He takes a small spot in a tent that's already filled to capacity.

The Grave Digger frets, looking to the grounds from his cabin window.