FIRST THREAD

[intentionsmod]

Who: Everyone
What: A gathering
When: Friday Evening
Where: Uh...someplace that obtains the detailed requirements?
Rating: At least PG-13 I'm sure.

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[talktotech]

Lyle was bored. Which would explain why he'd snuck to one of the corners and was trying to figure out if the guards would notice that he'd tugged a chairs slightly to the side towards the camera. If he could just touch the circutry, he could learn more. He would know what was being recorded and why and that would have been very useful. He couldn't even produce a hypothesis without that information. It was starting to frustrate him, in fact. Where were all the facts?

But he had not taken his complete lack of physical prowess into the act of tugging the chair to one side. And the sound it made was loud enough to make him wince and grumble at himself, "Goddamned stupid chair." Trying to ignore any looks he got, the dark haired young man flopped into the chair he'd been trying to drag and glared at the ground.

[blissandhorror]

Lunette was the personal assistant of the man who had set up this little party. Cute, but not her thing. But she held no question against him, because in no hell was she going to risk losing her job. Walking into the room that smelled like damp paper, she looked around, witnessing that there were only a few. Of course this would have been a waste of her time, hell, it was everyone’s, but if the government thought it was in their best interest to do this, then whatever, Lunette wasn’t going to question. Leaning against the dark colored wall, she set her eyes on a particular male who seemed to be having trouble with a chair. Her head tilted to the side, watching for a moment, taking sheer amusement out of it

[talktotech]

"I only have to get to the box near them," Lyle was still glaring at the ground for a moment, grumbling a few choice swears under his breath before he lifted his head. "I haven't been able to find out any facts about this gathering. Whatever they want to call it. The camera would be able to tell me where the video is being fed, who programmed those computers and where that programming leads. There are only so many programmers in this country and they all have their own style. I know almost every single one." And he was rather proud of that fact. It showed in his voice and in how he sat up a bit straighter. "That would give me the edge I need to continue my research into the current governmental trends and plans."

[adventure_alice]

Alice glared slightly at the noise created from the girl's shouting. "How about you walk out that door over there and we'll see if you're allowed to leave right now?"

While she didn't have anything better to do that day -she's sure she could've found something if pressed to do so. Instead her presence was demanded here -quite literally and through no less than three personal threats. With these people and annoyingly a horde of guards who just watched.

"No really, try it. It'll be fun for the rest of us to watch."

[adventure_alice]

"You've just made my point yourself." Alice said, her face blank at the girl's small pout. "I'd say everyone is frustrated right now."

Alice didn't like the large crowd, or the guards standing around the room. Or the fact that at any moment she could likely impale anyone too close.

"What's so important that you have to be elsewhere?"

[gpshero]

Oren wasn't really one for these uptight little "formal gatherings." He was more for the "spike the punch and throw up after" kind of get-togethers, you know?

Disappointment written all over his face, the man wasted no time in taking the first available seat, apart from the crowds. There he sat, slouched against the back of those god-awful rickety chairs, his legs spread apart with his feet firmly planted on the ground. Armed with pencil and paper, he looked back and forth about his company, tapping his worn out eraser on the notepad tirelessly. The notes he took were about as bland as the grey-ass walls and the grandma's-bathroom tiled floors.

If this was a party, then some party. Leave it to some old, grey politicians to make the School's first big fiesta a flop.

"God!" he groaned as he threw his head over the back of his chair and stared up at the ceiling, eyes boring into the lights (or vice versa). Like his editor was going to want a story about this. 'Headline! The School brings a bunch of boring shmucks together to faff

[cantseemenow]

Rory had been toying with the idea of walking into the building while invisible. The only draw back was that she hadn't yet managed to work out how to consciously make herself invisible. As such, she ended up just walking into the room as herself -and completely visible.

She was pleased to see a number of people sitting around, and a few already talking and she couldn't keep the broad grin off her face. She spotted one person, sitting with a pad and looking rather bored. Might as well start there.

Rory made her way over to the dark haired male, smiling the whole time and with a slight bounce in her step. "Well, hi there." Her usual warm tone for greeting new people coming through thickly in her voice.

[gpshero]

Oren cocked his head forward a bit and briefly looked to the side, blinking a few times to adjust his eyesight. Rubbing his right eye, the man leaned forward a bit before looking up at the little Miss Happy-Go-Lucky-Sunshine-Forever who had just skipped up to his side.

Oh, social interaction. So much for the shut-eye that he had planned to get.

He sighed a bit before giving a wry, half-hearted grin. "Hi there," he said, offering a weak wave of his hand as he greeted her. "Can I, uh... help you?"

[sonobeatbox]

Beatrice was already on edge with the guards present. The usual smile on her face had faded somewhat and was replaced with an expression akin to a soldier's reserved expression. That's what happens when you grow up around a now retired Lieutenant General of the Air Force who happens to be your loving father... you pick on certain habits.

Having that many guards in once place clearly stated the condition of the 'trust' the government had for those who were gifted. Rolling her shoulder a bit, Beatrice plopped herself down on a seat that was somewhat close to a group of people sitting a row in front of her. This was going to be a long night... might as well make something of it! Her fingers started to tap against the arm chair of her seat as she started to sing softly under her breath a little tune she had recently picked up at the club Imperial, her fingers keeping perfect rhythm.

"They can't touch me
We break off
Run so fast they can't even catch me
Been that gypsy
Touch me I'll show you tricks with my zig-zag quickly..."

[twistyourdreams]

Jam had gone willingly, of course, yes, there were times for rebellion and this was not those times. There were times for patience and observation and this was those times. And so long steps guided his lanky form through the room, eyes passed over each face and landed on none. Interesting. All of it interesting. None of it boring, no, not yet.

A noise attracted him, a noise among the many murmurs and discontented chatterings, and the light eyes flicked toward the source. A girl. A woman. Jam didn't know, Jam didn't care. The lengthy strides brought him to a tall, vaguely looming stop next to the seated woman girl person, and Jam stared down with what could, seen through eight mirrors and four veils, possibly be considered a pleasant, welcoming smile.

"Hello." An announcement more than a greeting, a tone unfamiliar with pleasantries. "Why are you here?"

[sonobeatbox]

Beatrice was in mid-sentence of a line in the song she had been humming when a shadow cast over her and, for a brief moment, she tensed before looking up. A smile appeared at the kind greeting she had received and Beatrice slowly stood, a hand coming forward if the newcomer wanted to shake it.

"¡Hola!" she said enthusiastically before nodding her head towards the guards before looking around the room again. "Was told to come. I guess you can think of this as our 'open house' to this school..."

[twistyourdreams]

Jam's eyes flickered downward toward the proffered hand, took note, and moved back to the other's face again. The face was more interesting, related more information back to watchful and curious eyes. Jam's own hands pressed themselves into his pockets, almost defensively.

"Not that." A small passing frown, gone again in a second and back to the blankness before the smile. The words always got in the way, the words were never clear enough. What Jam wouldn't give for that mind-reading ability, what Jam wouldn't give to eliminate the necessity for words all together. "You, specifically. What's your ability?"

[miria_beaumont]

It was hardly Miria's thing to be comfortable in such a forced socialised setting. She winced at the sight of her present company. It was all very drab and uninviting. With a short breath of air she inhaled and crossed her legs, placing her hands upon her knees and taking a stale scanning look across the room. She was almost disgusted. Her black turtleneck clung to her figure gracefully as she poised herself tall and almost statue-like. Her golden hair was beautifully curled and hung by her shoulders. Miria had taken good care to present herself as important as she knew she was. Her dark makeup and lightning earrings accented her facial features well

[iceytomb]

Cissy had been sitting quietly for a while, mostly unnoticed, hunched over her notebook and avoiding anyone's eye or starting conversation. Strangely enough her eye was caught by the woman sitting a few seats along, when she spoke, it wasn't English and Cissy unconsciously glanced over at her.

"You're very pretty." Cissy blurted out, feeling her cheeks colour -because they never heated, as she did so. Ducking her head, her blond hair falling over her eyes in an attempt to cover her face, Cissy felt embarrassment spread through her. "Sorry." She whispered, trying to apologise for rudely interrupting what the woman may have been doing.

[miria_beaumont]

Miria merely blinked at first and crossed her arms on her chest. It was quite a surprising comment and even so she made no attempt to seem as such. After a long moment Miria tilted her head towards the girl and stared a while. After clicking her tongue twice she finally stood and swung herself around one seat to the next and sat beside the girl. Miria was in a way intrigued with this woman's strange reaction. Almost at once she leaned over to push back the girls hair from her face. "What makes you hide?" she questioned in a whisper mostly to herself, completely curious. In some ways it was much her same reaction as in France growing up. Many times she would watch other children play in the town near the family villa and question things to herself. Why they did what they did, or what made them want what they did.

[iceytomb]

Cissy felt her body tense from the touch, eyes going a little wider at the quick brush of her hair. No one ever reached out like that -they mostly left her be. "I...I don't mean to." Which wasn't exactly true.

It was easier to seem invisible if you avoided eye contact, and with her hair in front of her face, people were more likely to ignore her. "You ...you should be careful. Touching, I mean." Cissy continued to look at her hands while she spoke, wary of looking at the pretty lady beside her. "Some times it can hurt."