Fellowship of Animus | First Council of Sages

[sageprincess]

Characters: THE FELLOWSHIP OF ANIMUS aka pretty much everyone
Setting: Floor 38, early afternoon - forward-dated to July 29
Format: Party style - pick your poison
Summary: After repeated delays, Zelda and Gandalf have finally called the populace of the Tower to discuss productive means of dealing with their situation.
Warnings: None yet, will edit should something come up

It's taken far too long to get to this point.

Come Sunday, the various couches and armchairs of the uppermost lounge have been arranged in vaguely semi-circle-like patterns, with chairs from other floors scattered amongst them to increase seating even more. The semi-circles face inwards towards a central point to facilitate discussion among a large group of people. Though this is by no means a party, small slices of Lembas bread are available on tables around the perimeter - though there is no shortage of food, the hungry tend to be less cooperative, all the same.

Outside, the sun shines brightly without a cloud to obstruct it, but the atmosphere inside is much less carefree. Considering the purpose of gathering here this day, it's to be expected. Should this council succeed, it may very well change life in the Tower as everyone knows it. If not, well... one should certainly hope individual efforts begin to bear more fruit than they have in the past.

Comments

[notontheflowers]

Rusty's still sitting in his chair, fingers pressed together against his lips. He's mulling everything over and forming his own ideas and plans.

He's going to help them, because it was what should be done and he certainly wasn't about to join the other side. It certainly didn't mean he agreed with what they were saying, nor with what they were planning.

He'd said his bit and that was ultimately that.

[midgarhorizon]

Wandering over after he felt it was safe to leave his post again, he sat down next to his other self. "Hey."

[notontheflowers]

There was a small hum and a flick of the eyes in response.

He wasn't sure he wanted to talk to Sparky right now, wasn't sure he'd even be able to keep it together long enough for even a chat about the still.

[midgarhorizon]

It wasn't the damn still he wanted to talk about. Instead, he just looped his arm around Rusty's shoulders like they were old friends. "Ya look like you could use a hot soak... and a lot of booze."

[notontheflowers]

"...I could use a lot of things right now." He replied quietly, frown still in place.

Tseng to not be well... Tseng was one of the many things he could really get behind happening.

"Drinking sounds about the best this shithole has to offer though."

[midgarhorizon]

"Yeah? So come on, let's go. I got that first batch of fruit done. Strong shit. It'll have ya tipsy in no time." He ruffled Rusty's hair a bit, then shook his head. "Got to do something about your hair, man. Anyway, c'mon. We're gonna have ourselves a hell of a time. Booze, hot soak, and I got a real special surprise, if ya wanna see it."

[notontheflowers]

"I wasn't thinking of stopping till 'shitfaced and on the verge of alcohol poisoning' to be honest." Rusty replied, "But I'm sure I could be convinced to follow along after a bit of drinking to see something."

[midgarhorizon]

"Great." Sparky wasn't going to take a no for an answer anyway. "After you're done here, meet ya on the bathrooms on Dorm 2. Bring a couple'a towels for yourself. I'll get shit settled up."

Sparky ruffled his otherself's hair again, before standing up and heading to the stairs.