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Reno ([personal profile] midgarhorizon) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2013-11-07 11:45 am

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Characters: Anyone and everyone
Setting: Cafeteria, Noon, Nov 7th
Format: Anything
Summary: A party/discussion mingle after calling a meeting of the residents.
Warnings: tba


The anonymous post on the network was an invitation to gather, discuss and share information. Maybe they would get incredibly lucky and get to the bottom of things, such as who was behind the bombings or the strange things that went on during Quarantine.

Someone has been at work down here in the dining hall, moving the tables around to create a space in the middle in case people felt like dancing. Most of the chairs are around the outside and facing the middle, for everyone to see each other better. There was another space and some chairs for musicians, and a couple of the larger tables were set up with a large buffet of normal cafeteria food (because Zo wasn't likely to poison them) and resident prepared dishes, both clearly marked.

Of course, there was always the oatmeal.

[ooc: Feel free to make your own threads and subthreads!]
pure_as_snow: (deep in thought)

[personal profile] pure_as_snow 2013-11-09 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
For Irisviel, it was simply wonderful to see so many people out and having fun after the horrors that had plague them all just a week or so before. Leaving her content to simply sit just away from the action and take in the positive aura that radiated from the festivities going on around her.

A while later, just a bit bored of simply watching, Irisviel withdraws from her pocket a length of wire barely visible to the naked eye. It had been sometime since she had last practiced such magic, but now, with so many around her, a demonstration seemed like a fine idea.

With intense focus she begins to weave the wire into the shape of a great bird of pray that glowed like the moon on a cloudless summer night. Oddly life like for a construct of wire and mana, the bird flaps its wings once before returning to it's original state and falling unceremoniously to the ground below.

Though not exactly what the homunculus had been planning, a fact readable clearly upon her pale face, she nevertheless turns to any who maybe watching and smiles.

"Any requests?" She states in a cheerful manner.