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characters: Captain Selene Tarnei vindicares and the Turncoat Team
location: Avatican flagship - meeting room
time: Saturday afternoon
rating: PG-13 (possible language)
open/closed: closed
summary: It's time for a mission
[Selene arrives early, entering the room without much sound but the chink of her armor as she walks. It's quiet, the room appears to have gone deceptively unused, but she knows it's not the case. Each chair along the rounded central table is pushed in neatly, afternoon light spilling in from the windows that make up the far wall, casting long, lean shadows across the carpet.
Having surveyed this she steps up to the windows, arms folded behind her as she looks out upon the cloud-filled sky. Far below rest green, open fields, and in the distance the mountains that rest between this land and her own.
Something within her is sore at the thought, distantly pained, and she drives it away with a frown. Now isn't the time for such things, she has a meeting to conduct.
With that reminder she takes a seat at the table, tenting her hands over the wooden surface, and waits]
[ooc: Okay, since we're replying with new comment to the entry, this means we don't have to worry about thread-hopping. What will help though is to use LJ's handy dandy tracking feature to know when you'll want to comment again with your character]
location: Avatican flagship - meeting room
time: Saturday afternoon
rating: PG-13 (possible language)
open/closed: closed
summary: It's time for a mission
[Selene arrives early, entering the room without much sound but the chink of her armor as she walks. It's quiet, the room appears to have gone deceptively unused, but she knows it's not the case. Each chair along the rounded central table is pushed in neatly, afternoon light spilling in from the windows that make up the far wall, casting long, lean shadows across the carpet.
Having surveyed this she steps up to the windows, arms folded behind her as she looks out upon the cloud-filled sky. Far below rest green, open fields, and in the distance the mountains that rest between this land and her own.
Something within her is sore at the thought, distantly pained, and she drives it away with a frown. Now isn't the time for such things, she has a meeting to conduct.
With that reminder she takes a seat at the table, tenting her hands over the wooden surface, and waits]
[ooc: Okay, since we're replying with new comment to the entry, this means we don't have to worry about thread-hopping. What will help though is to use LJ's handy dandy tracking feature to know when you'll want to comment again with your character]