IN THE NICK OF TIME — MEETING

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Illya padded up, seeming to be one of the first ones there. Oh damn, there was an announcement? He'd have to check that out soon. Sitting down, the Russian looked up at Sweet with a nod, waiting for the news.

Jerseyboy took a seat near the back, as always, a lit cigarette in his maw. Well, until he put it out, that was. It was basically done, anyways. He twisted the cigarette into the ground, letting it burn out, and he let one last exhale of smoke leave his nostrils. He looked up at Sweetophelia as she made her announcements. Letter event? Yeah, not for him. He was illiterate, so he probably wouldn't do so good at that stuff. On the other hand, he had already participated in the cooking contest, and hopefully he was going to win something.

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His roleplayer was on the road, but that didn't mean they had a life. Ska'arq was next to show, the little reptile weaving through the crowding NPCs as he sat himself down, craning his neck to look up at his leader.
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ATTACK IN BOLD #6e65b5 - TAGS - EIGHTEEN YEARS OLD

❝ WISH YOU COULD SEE THE WICKED TRUTH ❞ coldpaw took a seat somewhere up front, preferring to be able to see sweetophillia when she gave out her meetings. he realized that this was his first meeting in blizzardclan, which made him feel sort of... nice. the feline would flick his tail across his paws, his ears flickering forth as sweetophillia mentioned quite a few things. a cookout in sunclan and that pen-pal event in the westeros. okay, so he heard about the pen-pal event (and had already signed up for it too) but he hadn't heard about the cooking contest. he wasn't much for cooking, so he wouldn't even bother trying to cook, though he would like to be there just for the food.

? ✧ ? — Doug was present, as he usually was. He was glad that he wasn't one of the peoplr who ignored the meetings and announcements. A letter event was heppening in Westeros? Sign him up. He loved becoming buddies with new people, so he saw this as an opportunity. As for the cooking contest, Doug was sure he had already participated in it. As always, Sweet had some clan-ranks news up her sleeve, so he patiently waited until she spoke once more.

Lottie, too, was present amongst the crowd, her smaller maine-coon body drifting into the group of people slowly gathering as she would take a seat near the front. She glanced idly for the signs of her Trainees and such, and though they hadn't showed yet, she felt oddly as if she should keep her head down. Regardless, she listened in. There were only a few political announcements this week, mostly on events- they sounded fun, although she wasn't sure if she wanted to attempt either of them right now. She sat quietly, and waited for the rest of the announcements to come.

The look of dread that flashed across Chesspieces was heartbreaking. He had remembered the Westeros stopping by with the invitation to their pen-pal event. He had told himself he would sign up but a week had passed and he had completely forgotten. He hated himself and mentally kicked himself as he took a seat, awaiting for the meeting to continue on. He'd send words and sign-up for the event later that day. He wouldn't forget this time.

Jacob arrived quietly. He noticed Lottie and refused to look towards her, instead making his way to sit beside Jersey.

Attendance at the meetings had steadily declined and his mother pointed it out bluntly for the power hungry rank climbers to hear. After all, it miffed him whenever he heard their complaints yet they never bothered to show up at one of the most important weekly meetings. With that said, the kitsune would find himself a nice spot to the side with enough room for both of his siblings when they showed up.

London approached the meeting with a light smile on her face, Her attentive gaze scanning the rest of the audience and quickly finding Jacob where he sat next to Jersey. The clouded leopard would make her way over to the boy, her smile growing slightly as she seated herself next to him. She would then focus her attention on Sweetophelia as the leader spoke quite oblivious to her friend's conflict with the head medic. She just hoped he hadn't found out about the french lesson's she'd been taking with Lottie, they were supposed to be a surprise after all. She hadn't quite figured out how she was going to surprise him yet, but she would figure that out when her skills were adequate enough for them to be surprising.

There was a small grunt from Aleksei as he came up next to Mie, attempting to bump his jaw against his brother's shoulder before plopping down next to the kitsune. He was amused by his mother's first announcement, about showing up for things like this. It was good advice, but more common sense than anything, to be honest, and seemed like a way to hint to all the dumb people that attendance was expected.

*:･ﾟ✦ This was Hennessy's first, uh, formal social grouping. He didn't actually know what it was called, nor was he aware what it was for. However, by the general gathering of all of his most familiar new friends and the dropping of the word "announcement" here and there by a powerful aura-ed lady on an amber stone, he could guess it was important. Deciding it was something he should probably join in on, the golden-eyed boy approached with a cocked head and perked ears, though it was unlikely those ears would catch much interesting information (at least, to a kid like him).

"Speech."

As far as he was aware at some point he had been a paladin trainee... And then not at some point? Either way he really didn't care about that shit. It was so useless and dumb. He had his own problems, let the guys who actually handle themselves deal with clan business. "Cool." He said, rubbing his eyes.

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★ ★ ★ Natasha was a bit late, but she didn't mind. The female was the next to approach, sitting down and waiting for Sweet to make her next announcement.

Rajahcrowns padded forward with pricked ears upon hearing the leader's call, and gently seated himself down towards the back. He listened intently, taking note on how high positions needed to attend announcements more often. He supposed that he could see why that would be important, yes. Nodding, the tiger then kept his silence, waiting to hear what else Sweet had in store for them.