snowblindrpg | [log] The Council of Norfinbury [day 67, semi-closed]

[OOC: This is the one where Shepard asks everyone to sit down nicely, whip out their tablets for people who want to phone in, and Talk about Their ~~Snowfeelings~~ Plans. I'm thinking it's best if we do this without tagging order, in quicklog/network spam format, so everyone can participate. Dive in!]

So.

[Shepard has rounded everyone into the greenhouse, where they can all have a nice view of all the horrible snowstorm shit going on outside to remind them what's at stake in this meeting. She steps up to briefly address the room.]

I'm not gonna give you all a big speech. Honestly, alternate realities, AIs, time travel - all of that's a bit beyond me. Right now, we're here to talk about making this place a little more bearable while we figure out how to get out. So let's hear some ideas about that.

I'm thinking our first priority needs to be to make sure we got steady supply routes between key locations. Possibly a base camp. Al and Steph have mentioned the school and the houses around the east convenience store as places with good potential - you wanna tell us a bit more about that?

[ Sad as it is to admit it, as far as Angel remembers this is the closest thing to a party that she's ever attended in her life.

There are so many people! So many. Angel isn't shy despite her isolated upbringing, but meeting up with so many new people at once is still really intimidating - particularly now that she's become so used to having Rhys around. He is here, kind of, but only via a tablet attached to Dumpy. It only half-counts.

Of course, her dad's here too. But since he's been brought along as a prisoner as opposed to an active participant, she's pretty sure he doesn't count at all.

So it's up to her to mingle it up all by her lonesome! Meaning she'll approach anyone who looks open to it. People she recognises get a hug; people she's unfamiliar with get an oddly-dressed shortass offering them an excited handshake. ]

Hi! Did you realise so many people were coming? Isn't this neat?

[Rise has known all along that she's not going to have much to contribute when it comes to the main purpose of the meeting. She hasn't been here anything close to long enough to know much about Norfinbury that others haven't already figured out for themselves and for that, she's much more observer than anything else.

Of course, just because she's observer doesn't mean she's fading into the background. She might be used to having things done for her but that doesn't mean she can't pitch in to the best of her abilities here.

And after all, it's almost second nature by now for her to be keeping tabs on everyone around her, even if she lacks the power that's helped her in other worlds before now. She's still gathering what information she can, even where she seeks a friendly face or two to talk to.]

Let's hope this doesn't take too long. I'm not sure how comfortable it'll be if we're all stuck here overnight.

[And yet even as she says it, she's trying to consider the logistics, just in case.]

[House is, perhaps, at one of his most presentable moments in Snowhell. He hadn't really intended for it to work out that way, but here they are with him finally getting a shower to himself and shaving fully a few days before, he only has a few day's growth on his face and he looks clean... ish. It doesn't make him particularly social, but he'd wanted to be here to get the lay of the land and be able to interject - if necessary - without someone being able to just shut down a tablet to make him go away. He's not sure he'll have much to contribute, but better not to risk it.

As it is, he's commandeered one of the chairs in the house and dragged it over to a corner to watch the crowded field. He's got a very fluffy scarf, some pink gloves, and a knit cap on, looking his snowbo best. He's also pretending to read while listening and waiting for the main meeting to begin. If the sight of a middle-aged man studying a book with an elf-boy in a star ship on the cover intrigues you, he's there for bothering.

A cane is hooked on the back of the chair, and he's got his feet propped up on his backpack. If anyone approaches, he will glance up before returning to the book and flipping a page.]

This is a total rip-off of Star Wars, just with some elves, a troll, and werewolf instead of Luke and the gang.

Edited 2015-12-17 20:39 (UTC)

[The reference is as good as meaningless to Cissnei but the sight of a familiar and somewhat friendly face is a tonic after days of travelling with a rather sullen Sephiroth. Cissnei understands why, and even as she's mingling she has half an eye towards where Sephiroth is and what he's doing, but she can't deny it's not a relief to be around other people. That she doesn't feel quite the same need to be on sharpest alert throughout is a bonus.

So she ignores that comment in favour of reaching to pet the scarf. For her part, she's cleaner than she might have expected to be thanks to lucky finds and an overnight stay in a place with actual hot water; currently she has ear-muffs resting around her neck like headphones while the floppy, off-white knitted hat she found days back remains atop her head while she tries to warm up; beyond that, she's still in the familiar suit.]

Very fetching. Too bad we don't have a fireplace for you to sit by.

[Because he looks very much the part of someone at Icicle Inn who might be warming themselves by the fire right now.]

[Haurchefant is surrounded by people and as such is a man in his element. His hawkish features are lit up in an expression of joy just at seeing the crowd.]

People coming together to overcome adversity! Splendid!

I do dearly hope we make progress this day.

[He moves with a spring his step. Astute observers might notice that he is pacing between the door and the closest window and constantly looking outside, his armor rattling about him. He is listening to what everyone is saying but his focus remains on the snow.]

[For all she's normally not one for crowds, Cissnei can't deny a certain feeling of relief as she and Sephiroth arrive for the meeting. She doesn't regret her decision to stand by her travel companion, but she won't deny the last days since they parted ways from Zack and his group have been trying.

She understands Sephiroth has a lot to think over. But for all she's been pushing them both forward, she's glad now of a chance to be around other people, people she isn't somewhat expected to act as morality chain for even if her designation for Sephiroth is largely self-imposed.

She stays quiet for the most part, even so; those she's spoken to before will get soft smiles of acknowledgement but she's slipping into the mindset of a Turk on duty, now, absorbing as much as she can - and all set to take notes, if the notebook and pen in her hands is any indication.

Of course, she hasn't forgotten her duty altogether; even when she's mingling, she's rarely in a spot where she doesn't have line of sight to Sephiroth just in case. But it's a subtle thing that slips beneath the demeanour of someone happy to be in a crowd without being its focus, for all she won't ignore company. Indeed, anyone who does approach gets a nod of acknowledgement as she looks up.]

Guess we picked a good time to head this way. Not sure what to expect from this but I'm sure something good will come of it.

With this many people here, I'm not sure why we wouldn't.

[Of course, Rise knows it's not always that simple, but there's no harm in staying optimistic while she still can.

More to the point, it occurs to her that she's speaking to a familiar face and that makes this just a little easier.]

Lord Haurchefant, right? It's nice to finally meet you face to face.

[Cissnei will very quickly discover that interacting with House in-person is very different from doing so over the network. Reaching out and touching his scarf has him going completely still. Even if it's a voice and person he recognizes, House has never been one for casual touches, certainly nothing like that. If she's not on the sharpest alert, House is, his eyes snapping up to her.

He snaps the book shut after a second or two and pulls off his reading glasses.]

Real shame. I hear burning wood around here gives you cancer, though... or something. My eyes glaze over when Rogers goes on while hacking up a lung. Other things you probably shouldn't do are stick your hand near a guy's face. I could bite.

[It would go along with his bark.]

Catch, Mini-skirt.

[It's the only warning Rise will receive before she'll find a pair of men's slacks - size small - tossed at her head. They're coming from the scruffy man who's standing nearby, leaning on a cane.]

[And here is Handsome Jack, tied up and under close scrutiny of Captain America. He is wearing a carefully maintained look of disinterest and boredom while paying close attention to what's actually going on around him.

No matter what the bandit council decides to do with him, it won't be good, but at least he can get as much information as he can while he's here.]

[It doesn't take long at all for Cissnei to appreciate that House is a man who values his personal space and it doesn't take much longer than that for her to withdraw her hand, respectful as she'd expect others to respect her own need to keep people at a distance while she figures them out.

Joy of a familiar face aside, she knows she would have reacted roughly the same way.

Of course, she's not going to draw too much attention to his genuine discomfort either, glossing over it with humour as she does with most things better left undiscussed.]

Maybe, but I probably wouldn't catch anything. And your teeth don't look that sharp.

[When her world has the monster problems Gaia does, House's threat now holds a lot less weight.]

[ The first thing Steph does when she comes in is strip. This is probably a little misleading, because as she takes off one layer of clothes she reveals a second - her Spoiler getup.

She folds the jeans, long-sleeve green shirt and purple hoodie up before walking over and presenting them to Rise. ]

I brought you a present.

[The warning is at least enough for her to turn and have her arms up so she doesn't get a face full of slacks. It'd be a little generous to call it a catch, but she has hold of them. That's a start.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thinks she ought to know that nickname. She's just a little busy trying to take in that she's just had clothing lobbed at her and that, even with the nickname, counts for a lot.

Habit sees her want to consider the size of them against herself, mind already working now to how she can make sure she doesn't spend half her time tripping over the legs, but she still puts that on hold to offer a grateful smile.]

Thanks...you're sure you don't need them?

[Because if he is, they are going on underneath the skirt and she will work out how to keep them up later.]

[Rise might miss the stripping but she doesn't miss the blonde woman heading in her direction with clothing in hand and already she can feel a weight lifting from her shoulders. She's done all she can to keep herself as warm as possible but those clothes look a lot warmer than what she has right now.]

Hey, thanks. I really appreciate this...if I can do anything to repay you, let me know. I don't have a whole lot right now but maybe I can look out for something you need if it'll help.

[She is still very much determined to pull her weight around here, even if it doesn't seem like she would be the type.]

[ Steph, now wearing only her Spoiler getup and a scarf, can be found in any given location inside the house mingling and saying hello to people. She's never been secretive about her identity, and doesn't hesitate to introduce herself as both Spoiler and Stephanie Brown. After all, there are more important things happening than one girl's secret identity. ]

Wow, it's actually pretty warm in here. It's almost pleasant.

[ There is a small robot flitting around the room excitedly, occasionally dive-bombing the attendees and sometimes bopping people in the head. Never hard, but enough to be jarring and/or annoying, depending on how endearing this tiny floating shitiot is to the individual.

A tablet is attached to the Dumpster, broadcasting Rhys back at Mandated Bedrest house. He looks awful, frankly, with a severely messed up shoulder and angry bruises on his head and neck. He also looks like he is having trouble staying awake, though whenever Dumpy hits someone, he jolts up and mumbles a throaty "sorry". ]

[ attending the meeting had been largely, if not entirely, cissnei’s idea— one which sephiroth had felt neither way about. now that they’re here though, in a building full of people, he’s realizing his mistake. on gaia, he’d dealt with hundreds of people on a regular schedule, had commanded them as had been part of his job by being shinra’s finest soldier. it had been second nature to him, simply part of his job.

that though… that was all in the past now, part of something he no longer knew whether or not he really belonged to. or if he ever had.

after his conversation with zack, everything has changed, after all.

anyone who approaches or simply notices sephiroth will find him either giving them his best come any closer and you’ll regret it glare, made even more unkind by the strangeness that are his cat-like glowing eyes. should you still say something, he’ll interrupt with a curt; ]

Don’t.

[ yeah.

….and when he’s not putting off the very aura of someone dangerous, he’s… lost in thought, something very uncharacteristic for him.

but what’s he to do? he has much to think about, and little of it has anything to do with the meeting. ]

[Rydia isn't being really social, she has been rather quiet since the 'incident' with the funeral house and even know things don't really seem to change even if she's always ready to offer a smile to whoever looks in her direction. Her clothes are still covere in black stains but she doesn't seem to mind it at this point, washing her coat more than she tried to do would have been just unpleasant considering she barely has anything else to cover the upper part of her body so... she's okay with it.

The woman is in a corner, listening carefully to everyone and just enjoying the company of so many people even if she's not actively seeking for conversation. If it wasn't so dangerous to gather so many people (probably most of them with their beacon on) in a single place she'd suggest to stay in such a large group all the time.]

As silly as this may sound... we should probably do this more often.

The bones in a human hand can fracture with as little as 25 pounds of pressure. The average human jaw can exert between 171 and over 275 pounds of pressure for each bite. [He smirks.] Long story short, it's not breaking skin you need to worry about, Catsuit.

[House relaxes marginally.]

So, you got dragged here, too. Or were you looking to be all 'social?'

Edited 2015-12-17 22:48 (UTC)

[For the first time ever, here's @dissect (aka "Dr. Stitches") using something other than text on the network.

Thankfully for the more squeamish people attending the meeting, he's using audio instead of showing off in full detail what he's doing.]

I've been working at the mass graves in the northwest. So far, it looks like they're here as a result of continued habitation by original residents after the snow started and the borders of the town closed up. The bodies I've examined so far appear to be human, with death coming --shit -- coming from both natural and violent causes.

[He's more interested in communicating information than socializing, and (as evidenced by certain subtle background noises, and the scrape of metal against bone accompanied by a muttered curse) still working on his current project.]

Any questions?

[He just raises a brow.]

Do I look like those would fit me?

[House is tall - 6'2" tall - and while he's lost weight the past month here, he hasn't lost that much weight.]

Get the seamstress to hem them up for you if she's around here.

Hmm? Oh.

[ Steph wasn't expecting to present to the rest of the class, but she rises (literally) to the occasion. Standing, she waves at the crowd. ]

Hey. So, there are a pair of buildings really close to the eastern convenience store that would be a good place to set up a pair of headquarters, so we can move between them. I know there's been mention of the need to keep moving. I don't know much about that, but from this experience [ She waves, indicating the group. ] it's a good idea to have more than one home base if only so we can actually fit everyone in them. Alternately, there's here, which is close enough to the school for supply runs, and the house next door. It depends what our plans are which would be better - on the one hand, the school, on the other, the ice tunnels.

So, could someone update us all on what people are doing and planning, and we can work from there?

I'm just glad I could help. We're all in this together, right?

[He's one of the people who is just calling the whole group from a distant place, Leon isn't really intereste in socializing, yet he wants to know what's going to be discussed by the group. And if possible he's going to stalk the whole meeting if someone else is broadcasting anything on the network. Sleeping? Eh, he can do that tomorrow.]

Leon here. I couldn't attend [he didn't want to] but I will be here if any important decision is taken.

I don't have many informations to offer, nor strong opinions to share. [Or, better, he's not really interested in sharing at the moment] If Anything I can let you know the resident spirits can actually interfere with your device and the beacon app to and turn it on but it's all I discovered in the past few days.

[log] The Council of Norfinbury [day 67, semi-closed]

THE COUNCIL OF SNOWHELL

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@dissect ; audio ; conference calls are the way to socialize

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