Characters: ANYONE WHO FEELS LIKE IT
Location: A CONFERENCE CENTER IN NYC
Time: Friday afternoon
Content:
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Warnings: EVENTUAL BROUHAHA
SHIT FUCKING DAMN LOOK AT THAT
THAT'S UNREASONABLE
IS THAT AN ORGAN?!?
IT FUCKING IS!
THIS THING ISN'T EVEN IN NEW YORK, IT'S IN UTAH, BUT WE'RE GOING TO PRETEND IT'S IN NEW YORK BECAUSE IT'S GOT A FUCKING ORGAN
Holy shit, look at that, that is a lot of chairs. There probably aren't as many people as all that there, so maybe pretend it's a bit smaller than that when you picture it in your mind's eye, so it doesn't look sad and empty. In your mind's eye.
Anyway, it's about 1pm on Friday and people are arriving in this almost unnecessarily impressive conference hall; people from the Institute probably arrived in a bus or several, and the conferenceketeers - that is a technical term for the people who will be speaking - have yet to arrange themselves down the front there. In front of the organ.
So, get in there, mingle a bit, and talk about politics or something. The important political discussions will commence on the IRL morrow.
... And so will the ~fracas~, don't worry.
EDIT: FRACAS IS NOW FRACAS-ING
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