IBI Meeting
It was fortunate, Clarice thought, that the recreation room came equipped with several long tables and the accompanying chairs. While the atmosphere was less than businesslike (The jukebox insisted on playing a litany of ever-so-appropriate tunes, including "Secret Agent Man," "Bad Boys," and most every James Bond theme recorded), it would make their meeting that much easier, and the entire process familiar.
She sat primly in one of the chairs, a legal pad upon the tabletop before her, golden pen poised between perfectly-manicured fingers, and awaited her colleages. Absently, she wondered if they would have many qualified parties to show up.
[OOC: Locked to pups interested in joining the IBI. Free-for-all gathering post style. Slowtimed as long as needed. See the forthcoming post in slated, and ping Anita if you have questions!]
She sat primly in one of the chairs, a legal pad upon the tabletop before her, golden pen poised between perfectly-manicured fingers, and awaited her colleages. Absently, she wondered if they would have many qualified parties to show up.
[OOC: Locked to pups interested in joining the IBI. Free-for-all gathering post style. Slowtimed as long as needed. See the forthcoming post in slated, and ping Anita if you have questions!]