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Characters: ANYONE WHO FEELS LIKE IT
Location: A CONFERENCE CENTER IN NYC
Time: Friday afternoon
Content: idk my bff conferencing
Format: Whatever you like
Warnings: EVENTUAL BROUHAHA

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[jinxed_goth]

Jinx was interested in the conference and had actually dressed up somewhat professionally for it, with black dress pants and a nice purple button down shirt. Rather than her usual hairstyle that vaguely resembled horns, she'd taken care to comb her hair down and drenched it in hairspray to keep it tidily in place.

She'd only had the chance to speak to Professor Xavier briefly a couple of times during her entire stay at the Xavier Institute, so it would be interesting to hear him speak at the conference. Given some of the other people who were going to be speaking, she had a small video camera ready. She planned on filming all the speeches, and dissecting the hell out of the opposition's arguments. Maybe she'd get extra credit in one of her classes, or she might be able to submit something well written to the newspapers.

[livedinlibrary]

Hermione looked at their surrounding with curiousity, but not much interest. She was far more interested in those at the front and wondered how close she could get to the front of the crowd. How close were they allowed to get?

Not that it particularly mattered, she could hear anything just as easily in front as in the back. She hadeven brought a notebook to keep notes on what was discussed and by whom. Who knew which teachers might give extra credit for such initiative.

"Are we to sit anywhere we please, or in a particular spot?" She asked of the girl ahead of her.

[jinxed_goth]

"I don't think we've got an assigned place to sit, but I think we are supposed to sit together as a group, more or less," replied Jinx. "Given who else is coming to speak here, we should probably sit as far away from the Stryker supporters as possible. Things might get ugly otherwise."

Jinx was certain she could hold her own in a fight if it came to that, but a conference was supposed to be peaceful and all students attending were expected to be on their best behaviour.

"Let's try to sit somewhere near the front and off to one side," she suggested. "I've got a video camera, and people who didn't want to come for the whole conference might still want to hear Professor Xavier's speech."

lmao sorry hermione 8(

[vespaphile]

Beast Boy had come to see the conference. Well okay, that was partly the reason he came... the majority of that reasoning being that there were probably going to be a lot of super heroes in one place and a chance to hear speeches from them was just too awesome to pass up, and there was a possibility that a fight might break out and he would need to help with the fighting, but yeah. Conference. He's actually made a little bit of effort too, not sure how exactly to dress since he'd never been to one of these things before, but he was wearing a black dress shirt, and a purple tie.

At first, he walked straight past Jinx and Hermione, not recognizing her with her hair down and in a dress, but he did a brief double take and then back tracked. It took every bit of his being not to attack her then and there--the last time he'd seen her in person she was kind of attacking him--but he was still scowling just a little.

"Jinx."

[floreatlibertas]

The conference room was far more than anything Jas. had been expecting. In fact, the last time he had seen something so marvelous had been when he'd visited Paris with his aunt. He paused when entering, blue eyes quickly scanning the room, both in amazement and to find any nearby and possible exits. He didn't glance behind himself to see if his party was with him, instead opting to assume they were there, and sauntered down the aisle to slip through the crowd and find a good seat. While lectures could definitely be a boring experience, he had no intentions of missing something important just because he was sitting too far in the back.

"I bet that organ has fabulous sound," He commented idly to his company as he slipped all too gracefully into his seat, pulling out his phone to text Jolly about this surprising development. He had promised to keep him up to date, after all.

[hexular]

Wanda was mildly disconcerted by the opulence of their surroundings, let alone the sea of people that swarmed around them. As such, she stuck close to the nearest familiar face, doing her best to keep her wits about her in such an unfamiliar setting.

"What an interesting phone!" Wanda remarked as she slipped into the seat beside Jas., leaning over to peer at the design on the back. "Who is 'Ed Hardy'? Is he a famous pirate?"

[musikjugend]

Roderich trailed in behind Jas and Wanda, letting his eyes travel over the interior of the building. It really was quite impressive, in a deliberately over done sort of way. When it came to huge structures, Roderich much preferred the cathedrals of Europe to this place, while he had to admit it was lovely, it still felt quite overblown.

He kept those thoughts to himself though as he found a seat near Jas, looking over the massive pipe organ with a raised eyebrow and then a small smile. "I would like to get the chance to find out, though I doubt they will give a few students the chance to play. The acoustics of the place are probably astounding."

[floreatlibertas]

"It looks it," He replied to Roderich, tone distracted as he furiously typed out another text to Jolly, before turning the device over and showing it to Wanda. "No, he's a tattoo artist. To be honest, he makes far too much money, but such is the price of art, I suppose." He flashed her a grin, blue eyes bright. That, and, he'd never seen anyone else display one of his favourite sayings so boldly before. It was quite lucky.

"In retrospect, I wonder if that organ even works," His gaze had returned to the ridiculously large instrument, eyes narrowed. "It's rather gaudy, isn't it?"

[le_centre]

Courfeyrac, of course, was in an absolutely exuberant mood. He was willing to be pleased with anything as long as it involved political discussion, and the absolutely splendid hall met with his unqualified approval.

"There's an organ!!" he exclaimed, absolutely delighted. "I knew Reverend Stryker would be making an appearance, but I had no idea he was bringing his gospel choir along with him. Can I get an Aaaaa-MEN to overkill?"

He had actually dressed up for the conference in a very nicely tailored suit, and so could not quite bound down the aisles with his usual enthusiasm, but he did bounce from step to step quite happily, trying to come up with horrible puns to whisper to Enjolras about the opposition speeches.

[fuckyeahmaths]

"I did not know they played music at conferences," Temeraire confessed, landing on Courfeyrac's shoulder with a practised rustle of wings and almost no unnecessary clawing. A band of silk around his neck in the school colours with a silver X crest made him look particularly official, provided no one pointed out that it looked more like a collar than the medallion he assumed it to be. The pendant clinked against his chest as he leaned around to address his perch properly. "Is it the usual thing in America?"

[righteousapollo]

Despite the fact that he couldn’t possibly compete withCourfeyrac when it came to animated outward displays of enthusiasm (although Enjolras might theoretically bound he would never bounce), it was clear to those that knew him that Enjolras was clearly excited about the whole afternoon. His movements were even more brisk than usual and Enjolras had even taken Courfeyrac's gentle teasing about the unfashionable severity of his suit with a good-natured, if distracted, smile.

The suit he wore was indeed severely-cut but not altogether unflattering. He neatly folded his blazer over one arm as he led the group down towards the very front of the ground-level stalls, giving the overblown instrument a rather unimpressed look.

"No, it’s not," Enjolras answered Temeraire’s question bluntly, "but I suppose Stryker’s terribly pleased about it. It's like a home-from-home."

[le_centre]

"As Enjolras said, they usually do not," Courfeyrac replied, once he got over the surprise of having a talking dragon land on his shoulder. He beamed at Enjolras. "To be honest, I have no idea why there is an organ here, but it still such glorious overkill in the best American tradition. You look quite dapper, Temeraire. Did Laurence get you that?" He tapped the pendant.

[a_whiter_shade]

Emma settled into position behind Professor Xavier, eying the organ with some distaste. It was her considered opinion that the churchlike atmosphere lended a bit more weight to the opposition than she would have liked. Still, though, her mind was fast at work turning the situation to their advantage--she idly wondered if it was too soon to call upon the imagery of the Civil Rights-era preacher: after all, Stryker wasn't the only sort of reverend.

[notabattery]

It was great that his Pops had agreed to let him stay an extra day for the conference before going back home for break. Virgil had come up with some argument about how this was part of his future and he wanted to be here to hear it. The location of the conference was a bit more impressive than he had imagined. He stared up at the organ and wondered how people were going to pay attention to any speakers with a GIANT ORGAN looming over every thing.

Virgil sighed and took a seat near the rest of the students from Xavier's Institute. He knew this probably wasn't going to be THAT exciting...but he imagined it would spark some great debates among the students and staff. Stuff like this always seemed to rile them up.

[evertosoar]

Alfred spotted Virgil pretty quickly (one of the last people in his mentor group he actually liked at this point) and sat down next to him, grinning as if this were all far more exciting than it promised to be.

"Isn't this cool, it's like being a part of history or something," he said. "Well, the non-superhero part of history."

[andthemacguffin]

One of the more tight-knit groups Harry was a part of was Flight class; presumably because setting each other on fire and trekking across the state in large flocks was the stuff real friendships were made of. So making a beeline for Virgil and Al was automatic, once Hermione had been distracted enthusing at another girl further back.

He sat down next to Al, steadying Ruth with one hand; the tiny dragon's grip on his hair was a little precarious.

"With the number of superheroes here, I wouldn't really be so sure about that."

[notabattery]

Virgil looked up when Al sat next to him. Well, at least Al would make this conference a little more bearable. Virgil was dreading some of the anti-mutant sentiments, but he knew listening to a conference like this was important.

"It is pretty historic. Of course, one could argue that this has a lot to do with superheroing. It's not all about punching out villains and rescuing people from burning buildings." Virgil knew that Al might not think so, but Virgil knew that decisions made here could have repercussions on people who were considered superheroes as well. Especially considering some of the people in attendance.

When Harry joined them, he seemed to agree.