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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 8:40 pm
There was a blink, and then Lukas elbowed Gretchen back. Hard. Not for any particular reason.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 8:43 pm
She let out a surprised squeak before turning a perplexed stare on her neighbor. Why?!
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 8:46 pm
Chel stared at Rep as she entered (it was kind of hard not to when he was the only one talking). Apparently she wasn't the only sun to go death.
She saw Ripley, Gretchen, a few others she knew (all of whom she at least made eye contact with), but for the most part Chel still felt out of place in death. In sun meetings everyone was as boisterous as their lead and here it was nearly silence (Rep's outburst withstanding).
So instead she chose a seat relatively secluded from people and decided instead to watch and listen.
That, and pull out her phone.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 8:46 pm
Rep eyed the plane thoughtfully and fell silent, though he seemed particularly sullen about it, as if the quiet was some sort of affront to him and all that he stood for, hunching his shoulders and all but sulking.
Instead of saying anything he started irritatingly tapping the pen on the desk.
Rodney got an angry glare for his smile.
Noise - 2
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 8:47 pm
At the glaring, Rodney dropped the smile and just looked purely hopeful instead.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 8:51 pm
Horace was bored and ******** jittery when he should have felt interested and anticipatory. He was going to blame that fifth cup of coffee. His leg bounced under the table, an off-rhythm, erratic movement, and he added the newcomers to his seating chart.
That pen-tapping was going to drive him up a goddamn wall.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 8:52 pm
Quinn scribbled something on a piece of paper, balled it up, and threw it at the back of the head of a certain golden haired hunter. "Need to talk. - Quinn." was written messily on it. Even if the promise of violence wasn't on the air, Quinn didn't exactly want this information to be public.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 8:58 pm
Rep balled up a tiny bit of paper and aggressively flicked it at Rodney.
Despite his shitty aim, it flew true.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:00 pm
The paper hit him right on the nose, and he flinched, and smiled, and dutifully retrieved the paper and carefully unfolded it, in case it contained any writing.
It did not.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:01 pm
Bradley wondered if Caelius was going to murder the pencil thumper, or if the room in general was.
Probably the room, first. Then Caelius.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:04 pm
Rep decided then and there that he hated that guy.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:10 pm
Gale twisted around to glare at whoever had thrown the paper at him until he realized that it actually had something written on it. He squinted at the words and then gave a little sigh, scribbling something back, which he then tossed over to Quinn.
After the meeting?
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:14 pm
Gale got a wad of paper thrown at him by yet another hunter. Solia smiled and waved at him, and if Gale were to open the paper it would have a drawing of him standing VERY TALL over a dead dragon and sparkling with a lot of smiley faces on.. well just about everything. There was even a tiny Caelius smiling too. Jake wasn't left out of course, though his paper had words. Solia smiled and waved at him as well.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:15 pm
Chel looked up at Horace, blew him a kiss then looked back down at her phone.
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Posted: Wed Jun 10, 2015 9:19 pm
Horace flipped Chel the bird and tapped something on his phone, a little disappointed that his emotes weren't working properly. After a few minutes, he looked up, catching her eye and made a rude gesture. Inoculation. chiickadee minus pointing at anyone since someone moved to life div alas
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