Omission Of The World [OPEN]

[acrossthememory]

Characters: Aya Brea, and anyone (but not limited to) who responded to this and this entry, but for the most part OPEN.
Content: Aya Brea calls together a conference to discuss the current state of affairs of the city, her speculations of the SC57 code, and some theories that have developed since the mysterious CFP contact.
Location: One Police

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[inthephonebook]

Harry hadn't been specifically invited to this conference, but given he'd been following things since near the beginning, he felt an obligation to help however he could.

Besides, he'd learned the importance of sharing information with the right people in authority in the past. Aya reminded him a great deal of Murphy, his close contact in the Chicago PD and his most trusted friend. He had a feeling she was the kind of law enforcement officer who was willing to keep an open mind, and dedicated to serving and protecting. That was enough to earn the wizard's respect.

He arrived pretty early, case notebook in hand, and sat off to the side, just watching. This was Aya's show, he'd follow her lead.

[sexandahaircut]

Thomas hadn't planned on coming originally but after being kidnapped by the people here and listening to that ridiculous CFP broadcast his curiosity and annoyance with this place was starting to peak again. He'd been treating this place like a vacation for too long and it was probably about time he started getting serious.

That being said he had followed his younger brother to the location and decided now that they were both here he could make his presence known. Before he went over, however, Thomas filled up two cups with the coffee Aya had set out and made to sit next to Harry. He sat one of the cups in front of him as he sat, "Morning sunshine."

[inthephonebook]

Harry accepted the coffee gratefully with a lighthearted, "I knew I kept you around for a reason."

Sipping the coffee, he muttered, "Probably should stay alert. This was announced over the network, I wouldn't be surprised if we got an unexpected visitor."

[sexandahaircut]

Thomas rolled his eyes, "I knew I was good for something." He lifted his own cup to his mouth and took a long sip, it was bitter as hell but damn if it didn't help.

He glanced over at Harry, lowering his coffee, "What? Please, tell me you don't think this is going to turn out like that tunnel meeting fiasco and that by unexpected visitor you mean someone human," he paused, "slightly human and not something large that could tear down the building."

[benbernanke]

It was the perfect disguise.

Not that he really needed one. At this point in time, no one really knew his face. No one except for his fellow Galerians and a certain Mr. Dannyboy. But he was confident that they hadn’t been giving out details of his appearance. Still, it was better to be safe than shot up by some police woman. So the previous night he had gone out in search of a new face and wardrobe. After a few good hours of raiding the stores of Soho, he returned with a cheap plastic Groucho Marx mask and a very strange black and white coat. It would work

[benbernanke]

Parano jumped a little when the taller man suddenly and soundlessly passed him on the stairway.
WHERE DID HE- wait a minute…
There was something oddly familiar about this man. That black, greasy hair, oily skin, beak-like nose…
Hmm…
But then the smell hit him and instantly blew away any suspicions with one mighty, fiery wind of stink that literally burned the insides of his nose and throat. He’d never before in his very short life come across a stench so over-powering. What in the hell was that? It couldn’t even be described in words or phrases other than maybe intense and a holocaust of the respiratory system. Is this what human men were supposed to smell like? It must be.

Coughing a bit and trying his hardest not to inhale unless absolutely necessary, he forced what he assumed to be a polite smile at the man, being very careful not to expose his teeth.

“Cold day for a meeting like this” “Yes it is quite freezing today”, he blurted back. Controlling the double-voice was a difficult task, but he managed. Though his voice now was

[demonborntwice]

Long-sleeved shirt

[valetudochamp]

SITUATION STABLE

Like a vast, predatory bird, those words hung over Tatsuki's mind for days after the CFP incident. What did that mean? Was the rest of the world, off the island, in fair condition? She had to wonder if that was even possible. Just look at the size of those Kaiju things. They'd need a lot of territory just to occupy their size, and obviously they weren't the only such creatures out there.

Not that that was all she had to think about. There was the problem of her not even being from this world, for one. Would she ever get to go home?

Could she bring someone with her?

Well, she could bring up any issues she had at the meeting. She was still sort of fuzzy on the details, but Naoki seemed to think it was important, and if he thought something was important, it probably was.

And speak of the demi-fiend, seemed he was already here. Coming up from behind him, she tapped him on the right shoulder, while taking a stance at his left side.

"Heya."

[demonborntwice]

Huh?

Looking right, he saw no one.

"Heya."

...Dammit.

{"A friend of mine used to love doing that,"} he chuckled, trailing off in the face of a certain fond memory.

Isamu had just egged them on to have lunch on the roof, in the heat of spring verging on summer. Of course, being Isamu, he was the last to arrive, and his two friends had already started. Again being Isamu, he snuck closer and tapped Chiaki's right shoulder while at her left, and when she turned her head to see him, she was so surprised that she dropped her bento, spilling maybe half of it. The tsukkomi right after...and all throughout the rest of that week...kept him laughing for a while.

Happy days. Good times.

It was only a few seconds, but Naoki had a wistful smile on his face. The past was wonderful.

Of course, so was the present.

Turning his smile towards Tatsuki, he nudged her a little playfully. {"You look confident today. Punched anyone out since we last met?"}

[valetudochamp]

{"Who, little old me?"} Tatsuki beamed back. {"Don't be silly."} She took one of the chairs and took a seat, in such a way that she leaned forward against the back of the chair. She looked up to him and gave a devious smile. {"I bodyslammed the little perv."}

It was good to finally see him for the first time since her little accident. To see him for the first time since he knew how she felt. She'd need to do something about the frequency of their meetings.

Later, though. They weren't here to be lovey-dovey today.

{"So, any idea what's up?"}

[onetosurvive]

"Well, that aughta do it," said Mark, as he finished up the last-minute adjustments on the projector. "Shouldn't give us any more problems."

Mark removed his glasses, wiping the lenses on the end of his striped scarf. After years of working with Maureen's often-fault stage equipment, Mark had developed the sort of foresight that had him showing up early to this little shindig. He'd pulled his bike inside the building for safe keeping, a camera strapped to the handlebars, and another set inside a jury-rigged basket, along with tools and assorted tapes and disks. Fixing up the projector hadn't been a hard task, just an irritating one; the equipment left mostly-in-tact at One Police Plaza was outdated, and poorly maintained; a mere loose connection could cause a lot of unnecessary headaches. Aya seemed over-worked, and the last thing she needed to worry about was buggy equipment.

And speaking of Aya, Mark chose that moment to look at her, as he replaced his glasses on the bridge of his nose. "How many people are you expecting

[optimistickey]

While Sora didn't know Aya as well as Harry or Mia, and he definitely couldn't be considered a scientist or an intellectual, he still made it a point to show up at the conference. Aya had been tough enough to keep even Sephiroth under control, for which Sora was extremely grateful.

And after all, Aya had been the one to decode the note that they'd found in the Holland Tunnel, and she'd done it pretty quickly. If she had any info on what that note could've meant...or anything else on the weird messages from CFP-TCI that popped up onto the computer...Sora would definitely be there to hear about it.

He made his way into the Plaza and scanned the room for anyone he knew. Spotting Aya, he headed up to ask her something, but along the way almost ran into a different guy. Sora didn't recognize him, although it looked like he was setting up some projector equipment. "Hey there! Is this all for the conference thing?"

[onetosurvive]

The kid's voice caught his attention more than the near-miss. (and he was a kid, to Mark, who himself was in the home-stretch on the way to forty, with a few grey hairs peppering his reddish-straw hair) Mark wasn't sure who he was addressing, but seeing as he was the resident tech-guy for the moment (and the one in closest proximity), took it upon himself to answer.

"Yeah, that's the plan. Though, if you want specifics, you'll probably have to wait 'til Aya's ready to speak. I'm just the Tech here," he said, Lazily patting the bit of machinery he'd just finished tweaking.

Taking a good look at the boy, Mark wondered how much hair gel the kid had to go through to keep his hair like that. Or, maybe, he just had really unfortunate luck. Naw, looked too deliberate for that...

[optimistickey]

"That's cool," Sora replied, lazily folding his hands behind his head. So he was just helping Aya out with the presentation. "I haven't seen you around before. Did you just show up here?"

Of course, the funny thing was that he didn't use any hair gel...his hair just naturally stood up like that. Even getting it wet didn't seem to do anything to its spikiness.

[dontcallmeangus]

Much like his captain, Mac chose comfort over flash. A sober winter coat, solid color shirt, and jeans complemented his - as usual - perfect hair.

Hey, style wasn't bad.

He leaned against the wall, waiting for things to begin and scoping the new arrivals. Namely, the guy with the horrible disguise. Prankster? Victim of poor plastic surgery? Either way, he nudged Aya.

"Hey," he whispered. "Know that guy there with the Groucho Marx thing goin'?"

[acrossthememory]

The moment people had started showing up, Aya had brought herself awake. Her eyes blinked in a slow daze as they scanned over to the unmistakable two that had entered the room. You’d have to be a fool not to notice them. She didn’t want to be one to tell them to leave, especially when that would have defeated the point of this conference altogether

[dontcallmeangus]

"Got'cha," he nodded, settling back in. He'd be keeping an eye on the kid, that's for sure...if nothing else, for a coupla laughs about the disguise. Who used those anymore, anyway?

Now, nothin' to do except wait and mingle until the conference started. The group looked pretty big, actually. Not as many as Mia Fey got, but gettin' there...and this'd be more than a pep talk, he was sure. Got an overhead projector n' everything!

Heck, even that Harry Dresden was here, and he seemed to pop up in any ol' place. Probably had a nose for important stuff.