Characters: NPC!Flight, Contract
phantomhivemind, Animus
sins_sacrosanctDate/Time: Evening, Nov. 23rd
Location: Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG-13 for birthday suits
Summary: Animus and Contract arrive in the sphere, and someone is there to greet them!
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Flight tapped at the table she sat at absently, reading through the journals. She would occasionally go back up to read a previous line, giggle at a remark, or jot down a response herself. The tree was seeming to calm down from one of its 'fertile' phases, so she was allowed to slack a little, right? it wasn't like she was leaving the Hall and abandoning her job for the guards.
She flipped the page in the journal, using her pen to slide her glasses back up as she continued scrolling over whatever entry in the journal, before reaching for something- something that wans't there. That was odd, and she sat up, curious at this. "Where did...?"
Not again. She let out a disappointed noise, before looking back to the cocoons as one began to crumble. "Oh dear..." And with that she grabbed a towel and stood to wait.