Quantumstar was upset. His head nurse was dead. His sister was getting married and the guy who proposed didn't have the balls to ask for permission. Activity had spiked, then fallen. And to top it off, Quan was out of every loop in the goddamn clan.
Well not anymore.
"Yo! Anyone want to talk or something?" he asked loudly, his voice echoing through the courtyard.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 490px; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Chatting wasn't something she enjoyed doing in her spare time, believe it or not, though Lovina found it necessary to talk with clan members time to time, just do she didn't seem like a closed off freak. Padding up to Quantumstar, the Italian gave a simple: "What about?" before settling down a comfortable distance from the leader.
#democratromana
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=9pt][font=georgia]"Hey," Drake nodded to Quantumstar and Lovina, walking over. The Vice President appeared tired at the moment.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 490px; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Romana offered a hello to Drake in her native tongue, accompanied by a nod in his direction. She didn't acknowledge his tired-looking state, but it was unclear whether she didn't notice it or if she decided not to bring it up.
#democratromana
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Carnivalcub thought activity was pretty great. Or at least, he was around everywhere, StuffIt himself in everybody's business. "Oh, me!" The male mused, trotting over.
#democratcarnival
Not as many as he hoped, but the small crowd would do. "Uh, I don't know. I was hoping you guys would have an idea of what to discuss..." Quan murmured, his steely blue eyes flickering between each individual.
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=9pt][font=georgia]"Politics?" Well sorry but Drake was a boring guy, mkay? But in his defense, there had been a lot of drama between the other clans recently.
"Such as...?" he asked, staring straight at the vice president.
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Toril hopped on over, picking up the conversation before she had made an appearance. "Mm, politics? Doesn't sound too fun," she commented. Nah, Toril, she loved the exciting stuff.
[color=transparent] #democrattoril
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=9pt][font=georgia]"It's fun to be me," defended Drake, although he was wearing the faintest of smirks. "Otherwise I would die from my job." His green gaze returning to Quantumstar, he shrugged, "Like the drama between the anti-clans. Been quite a bit nasty lately."
Quan had to chuckle at Drake's defending words. "Well anti-clans are just big drama queens. They're always upset over something and like to take it out on each other." he replied with a slight shrug.
[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px; width: 490px; font-family: timesnewroman; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify;]Politics? Lovina snorted in the smart of a chuckle, grin cracked and spread on her maw. She didn't have much to say about the anti clans, she didn't know much about them, but they sounded somewhat amusing.
//wowuhrushed
#democratromana
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"All they are, are a bunch of bratty kits, complaining about everything," Toril rolled her eyes, even thinking about it. She couldn't stand them, truly.
[color=transparent] #democrattoril
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[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 350px; text-transform:lowercase; text-align:justify; color: black; font-size: 12px; font-family: times;]"Quantumstar, long time no see," Warpaw grunted as he glided over. He felt the urge to apologize for his inactivity and then his sudden death, but he realized it wasn't really worth it. He just had to make up for it.
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"It has been quite some time since I've seen you, Warpaw." Quantumstar agreed, distracted by the intern and focusing on him other than the discussion.
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" Hey, guys. " Skulduggery greeted, blanking Quantumstar. Not only was the leader angry with him, he was angry with Quan.
#democratskul
"Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk..." Coloredpencil mewed, tail lashing. She wasn't sure of hte topic or anything so... yeah.
#democratcolored
[fancypost borderwidth=0px; width: 450px][justify][size=9pt][font=georgia]ooc;; pfft i meant "fun to me" not "fun to be me"
/so much fail
ic;; "Hmph, some Pro-Clans are beginning to ally themselves with the anti-clans too," added Drake. The anti-clans were dragging everyone else into their little fuel. Despite his connections to certain groups, Drake had decided to attempt to keep them out from it all.
"Then they'll have to break bonds once wars arise. You can't serve two masters." Quantumstar commented as his attention turned back to Drake.