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[midgarhorizon]

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!]

Comments

[no_longer_a_king]

I would appreciate that. I have some extensive notes as well, as I have been working on mapping the Tower in its entirety since I arrived here in January.

[Sharing information! Yaaaay!]

If you have an idea of a way to get more information, I would be grateful.

...I still don't think they were ever introduced?

[neverbeamemory]

[Mapping the Tower. This piques an interest. Almost every time he has gone below the residential levels it has ended up in a death, which makes him question his own recollection of what -layout wise- he thinks he saw. He may well have something to contribute to this end after all.

Having a map readily available, he doesn't class this as sensitive information at all. Sephiroth steps across the circle of chairs, closer to Arturia but still keeps a polite distance away.]

Where can I find you at a later date? A mailbox, perhaps?

[He doesn't generally ask others for names, though he may have to if it's not volunteered in response.]

Nope. She only knows the little one.

[no_longer_a_king]

[And Arturia, of all people, has yet to die downstairs through sheer luck. The woman looks up as Sephiroth approaches her. Dang, he's tall.]

Mailbox 0084. I don't stay in one place very often, so it would be best if you just sent me a letter with a time and place best suited to you.

[neverbeamemory]

[Six foot and then some for sure, topped at his head and shoulders by silver. Sephiroth peers down at Arturia and follows with a sharp nod. Names, are not so important just yet.]

Then it's settled. I will be in touch.

[This is the only thing the mail system is good for, after all. Arranging meetings --though it would be foolish to remain there and assume security. A beat later he turns and slips back into the general gathering, bound once more for his observing position on the outskirts.]