briefing ♔ come on out of your shadow for awhile

[wynn]

♬ Some Kind of Home - Thriving Ivory

WHO || Wynn, Chiaki, Deadpool, Morgan, Thoster, Val'drin, Fred Jr. [Closed]
WHAT || Portugal Mission Briefing
WHERE || Knights HQ, the Round Table room
WHEN || Monday, May 28th, shortly before 5pm.
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

Just as before, accessing the secret room where the Round Table is housed requires using the Knight's access card to open the glass class beside the mural of the War in Heaven, located across from the ballroom entrance. Using the fire extinguisher as a lever to activate the "door" mechanism reveals the long torch-lit hall plastered in artworks depicting the Knight's history. The tenants of the Knighthood hang large and foreboding over the doors at the end of the hall, which stand open to reveal the brightly lit Round Table, and the majestic crystalline dragon statue presiding over it.

Come in, find a seat, meet your teammates if you haven't already. Wynn will be with you all shortly.

Comments

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster has no idea how he ends up being first, but he'll take the opportunity to scope out the room and to take a good seat on the far right.]

[chiakiyoshida]

[Chiaki had this uncanny feeling when leaving that she was running late - but when she shows up for the briefing, there's only one other person there. Of course, her idea of punctuality is turning up at least fifteen minutes early, so she might be late by her standards. That's just how she rolls.

She nods a greeting to Thoster, then slides into a seat more or less across the table from him. Not that he smells or anything. Really.]

[cabot]

[ Val'drin saunters in, buttoning the cuff of his sleeve, and pauses there, glancing between where they sit to the left and right of the entrance, looking amused. ]

Making me choose sides already, are we?

[meta]

[How do you feel about personal space? Because Deadpool sure is sneaking up with a move silently check of 14 to sling an arm over his shoulder.]

There's always standing directly between them. On the table.

[cabot]

[ He looks LESS THAN PLEASED, looking down at the hand hanging by his face as if it were something gross. ]

I think I'll leave that for you.

[chiakiyoshida]

As long as nobody gets up on the table and starts stripping. I'm not entirely certain Wynn would appreciate that.

[meta]

But would you? [Deadpool's mask is tight enough that he can wink with it on. He's special like that.

Spoiler: No one would appreciate Deadpool stripping. NO ONE.]

[chiakiyoshida]

[Deadpool could probably look like David Beckham and Chiaki's answer would still be the same - she gives off that frosty ice queen vibe when it comes to sexual matters.]

No. [Her reply is short and flat.] I'd much rather the lot of us get down to the business for which we came.

[nepotism]

[ Fred saunters in as Val'drin finds a seat near Thoster. He glances around. ] Not the last one, alriight.

[uponwildwaves]

[Morgan enters quietly a few moments after Fred. He makes his way to least populated area of the room (IE: a corner of some sort) and leans against the wall, his arms crossed.]

[nepotistic]

[ Which gets a weird look from Fred, who exchanges an expression holding back amusement with Val'drin, before looking over at Morgan. ]

Gonna have a seat there, chief?

[bluffcheck]

Well, we're an assortment, aren't we?

Tell me, [He leans forward, looking at Val'drin.] Did someone put this together or is it all just... luck of the draw?

[meta]

Luck of the draw... or individually picked for the most wacky of hijinks?

[valdrin]

My understanding was that they sort us out by attractiveness.

[uponwildwaves]

[He looks to Fred, moving only his eyes.]

If necessary.

[He... tries to pull that off politely... somehow. I dunno.]

[bluffcheck]

[Thoster tosses Morgan a friendly smile. Despite the fact that they are absolutely nothing alike, Thoster likes Morgan well enough.]

Leave the man alone. He can stand if he wants. No law against it.

[chiakiyoshida]

[Chiaki just rolls her eyes at the guys' banter. She dun curr about anybody standing or sitting or whatever. Seriously, Wynn, you'd better have a good explanation for this group.]

[wynn]

[ and here comes the man of the hour himself from the big gold doors, which pour out golder light. yep. gold-er. ]

I trust you're all well.

[uponwildwaves]

[Morgan nods to Thoster in as friendly a way as he can muster. He's still not all that comfortable with the man but Morgan's not comfortable with anyone. Still, he likes Thoster well enough.

Then Morgan screams like a fangirl when Wynn enters and feints on the spot.]