Post by 0 on Sept 11, 2017 3:35:13 GMT
Boasting an enormous indoor gym, featuring built-in security, and founded by an authority leader himself, the school seemed a natural place to hold the event.
Tables had been set up on the slick, squeaky clean floors, their surfaces covered in white sheets.
Steel chairs with plump red cushions sat around the round tables, decorated with flower-filled vases and spice shakers.
On the longer tables that stood against either of the gym's farthest walls, numerous edible items alongside various plastic utensils had been placed: coolers filled with chilled drinks, dishes brimming with fresh, hot, ripe foods, their scents staining the air around them even as innumerable human bodies began to slowly file into the area.
Finally, a few rectangular and square tables had been set aside for various games, likely borrowed from the school's own stock: board games stacked up on one, one table with a dealer and a deck of cards, and another with digital screens and virtual consoles built right in; there was also, of course, a single foosball table.
Although enforcers were the official focus, their families and authorized friends were more than welcome, along with any other authority and safety figures; even a few of the school's own security guards were present but off-duty that day, enjoying the luncheon alongside the stray fireman or veteran.
Filtering in through the gym's speakers was some calming classical music, the DJ and all his equipment hiding away in a small windowed room from high up on one of the gym's walls.
Just outside the gym's entryway the sidewalk was far from barren, where a few folks had decided that the fresh air was better for them, standing around in the grass or sitting on short concrete walls, eating, listening, talking, and watching all the same.
Lughaidh Walsh, enforcer from a small fringe district on the capital city limits, was among those who arrived early.
He wore a brown knit suit with an off-yellow tie, and slowly made his way over to the nearest long table, grabbing himself a plate and waiting in the line that had already formed.
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A casual thread for authority and enforcer characters to engage in meet-and-greets, telling some of their more heroic (or embarrassing) tales of their time in the force, or whatever else they want to do while they're here.
Temporally independent, it can be occurring at any time in your character's career.
Tables had been set up on the slick, squeaky clean floors, their surfaces covered in white sheets.
Steel chairs with plump red cushions sat around the round tables, decorated with flower-filled vases and spice shakers.
On the longer tables that stood against either of the gym's farthest walls, numerous edible items alongside various plastic utensils had been placed: coolers filled with chilled drinks, dishes brimming with fresh, hot, ripe foods, their scents staining the air around them even as innumerable human bodies began to slowly file into the area.
Finally, a few rectangular and square tables had been set aside for various games, likely borrowed from the school's own stock: board games stacked up on one, one table with a dealer and a deck of cards, and another with digital screens and virtual consoles built right in; there was also, of course, a single foosball table.
Although enforcers were the official focus, their families and authorized friends were more than welcome, along with any other authority and safety figures; even a few of the school's own security guards were present but off-duty that day, enjoying the luncheon alongside the stray fireman or veteran.
Filtering in through the gym's speakers was some calming classical music, the DJ and all his equipment hiding away in a small windowed room from high up on one of the gym's walls.
Just outside the gym's entryway the sidewalk was far from barren, where a few folks had decided that the fresh air was better for them, standing around in the grass or sitting on short concrete walls, eating, listening, talking, and watching all the same.
Lughaidh Walsh, enforcer from a small fringe district on the capital city limits, was among those who arrived early.
He wore a brown knit suit with an off-yellow tie, and slowly made his way over to the nearest long table, grabbing himself a plate and waiting in the line that had already formed.
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A casual thread for authority and enforcer characters to engage in meet-and-greets, telling some of their more heroic (or embarrassing) tales of their time in the force, or whatever else they want to do while they're here.
Temporally independent, it can be occurring at any time in your character's career.