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annalise henderson
rangers rising
POSTED ON Sept 4, 2022 4:33:11 GMT
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The timing on Laurence Anderson 's Ranger meetup could not have possibly been worse. Between the flood of rescues he had completed earlier in the week and all the challengers he had to take back at his Racing Grounds north of Mauville, Josh was quite tired. He needed a good meal to get him going. Luckily for him, there was no shortage of food; everyone had been asked to bring something. There was only one problem.Laurence Anderson ollie morales NAME SPECIES STATUS Saber Manectric Good Crash Boltund Good Blitz Luxray Good Twilight Absol Good Aslan Pyroar Good Resheph Dragonair Good {WC: 470} {PC: 1} tl;dr: - Josh arrives at the potluck with a big Boltund carrying a BIG FRIGGIN TUB OF STEAK FRIES - Josh greets ollie morales and reminisces about routing a pride of Pyroar from Route 111. - Josh greets Laurence Anderson and asks whether he has processed his recommendation to hire Matt Vice, then compliments him on the carbonara. He will fill a plate when more people walk in. |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","twt2"] [attr="class","main"] Tam is no extrovert. When all of Slateport Ranger HQ had drawn lots to see who would stay behind to cover the patrols in case of anything, he had wished he could be the one chosen. He had even volunteered. But, alas, even when he had, he had known that as captain, it’s his duty to be here. [break][break] If it were an official meeting he’d understand, but whatever reason people may have to gather to eat like this completely escapes him. Still, he’s here! He even brought food! And Noah Camus! And Orion Lykos, because surely Orion must be better than him at this sort of thing! Like, he was a councilman once, wasn’t he? It’s almost like Tam has forgotten that he himself was the one who demoted the once elite ranger to cadet because of his attitude… [break][break] ”Hey, we brought pecha berry cobbler. Noah here made them.” Setting the mouth-watering dish down on the table, Tam greets Laurence Anderson with a nod, the same courtesy being extended in general to all of those present, including those he has never been introduced to like Josh Devlin and Matt Vice. [break][break] Sky blue eyes scan the room, searching for familiar faces like those of his own Slateport rangers. People like Razz Kingsman, Hailee Jacobs, @arashi, Caleb Harcourt, @jericho, and even Calliope Marks. boruta maher, who Tam knows will likely also have to be here given that he's a captain too. Even people he’s vaguely acquainted with like jack wainwright. For now, he approaches no one else. [break][break] ”Is Hailee coming?” He asks Noah then, assuming he'll know the answer. By his side, his Yamper watches everyone, large ears perked up and tail wagging. [break][break] [attr="class","notes"] notes[break]WE BROUGHT [break]- Tam is here with Noah and Orion [break]- Greets those present, looking around in search for other familiar faces [break]- Brought Clover because lbr she's emotional support. She a good gurl and we love her [attr="class","pkmn"][break]  [newclass=.twt2] --accent: #688592; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2] width: 420px; margin: 0 auto; font-family: calibri; color: #aaa; font-size: 11.5px; letter-spacing: .5px; text-align:justify; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 15px; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .main] padding: 40px; background: #272727;[/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 b] color: var(--accent); font-size: 11.5px; font-family: trebuchet ms; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 a] text-decoration: none; font-size: 11px; font-weight: lighter; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 h1, h2, h3] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 h1] font-size: 13px; font-weight: lighter; color: var(--accent); letter-spacing: .5px; line-height: 0px; font-family: monospace; text-transform: uppercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: solid 1px var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .tag] text-align: right; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 20px; font: 11px monospace; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .tag a] font: 12px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; color: var(--accent)!important; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .notes] text-align: justify; padding: 20px 20px 10px 20px; font: 10px monospace; letter-spacing: .3px; border-top: solid 1.5px #323232; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .notes h1] font: 16px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; color: var(--accent); text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #1e1e1e; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .notes a] font: 10px Montserrat; color: var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 span] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .pkmn] text-align: center; margin: 0 auto; background: var(--accent); padding: 5px; width: 410px; margin-left: -40px; margin-bottom: -40px; margin-top: 10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .pkmn img] margin-top: -10px; padding-bottom: 5px; [/newclass] |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","noah4"] [attr="class","mainnoah"]  They may have drawn for a surprisingly amount of time to see who would go to the summit and unlike his Captain he was one of the many Rangers who wanted to go and take a break for work, he wouldn't say though. To his own surprise though, he would be voluntold to go to the summit, and that reason being because they were to take food with them and that just happened to be one of the things Noah was good at, cooking.[break][break] Noah had thought this whole summoning would have been a much more serious thing than what looked like a summer camp, not that he minded that, in fact he thoroughly loved it. It was going to be an interesting sight to behold, seeing Tam Fawley deal with such a group of people. Perhaps he would even hear more about his Captain's past deeds! Maybe Noah could hear awesome stories about his Captain, like stopping a flock of Wingulls, not like that would ever happen. Perhaps even he could learn a bit more about the other ranger they had traveled with, Orion Lykos . [break][break] As they arrived and Tam announced their arrival by telling everyone that was there that they had brought dessert and that Noah had been the one to make it. "Hoy!" Noah would pop out from behind his captain giving everyone a wave and a smile to emphasize that he was the one Tam was talking about. The young Ranger would also nod towards Laurence Anderson , Josh Devlin and Matt Vice , very much the same way his captain would. Was he just mimicking someone he respected? Not exactly, he just didn't know anyone else there and he would rather wait for an opening to a conversation to start.[break][break] "Oh yes! She should be arriving soon. Probably got caught up trying to find the perfect outfit." He would answers his Captain. It was just like Hailee Jacobs to be a bit late, Noah himself was rarely bothered by that since it was always worthy to see his partner Ranger looking extra nice for any situation. Noah would try to stay by their group, notably staying next to Clover the Yamper, expecting that the pokemon would know who to trust.[break][break] [attr="class","tag"]Noah Camus [attr="class","notes"] notes[break]
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Her schedule was hectic. Meetings to attend, places to visit. Unfortunately for Laurence Anderson, it meant the message he sent to all Rangers became yet another message amongst the hundreds she received, but such was the life of the person in charge of dispatching information. Were it not for her trusty Porygon-Z reminding her of the Ranger gathering upon the day, she would've forgotten this little gathering. Luckily getting there in time would not be a problem for her. The food she was required to bring would be another matter entirely. But ever wise or perhaps willing to take shortcuts, she looked up the highest rated Alto Maren Pizza Place and ordered her food, knowing well how well loved a Pizza party was among the common folk. She tried doing her best to give clear directions with her spotty attempt at speaking the Alto Maren (Italian) language, for she quickly realized the person on the other end barely spoke Hoennian (English). A small sense of dread washed over her as she ended the call. When she later appeared at the restaurant clad in her Ranger Uniform, her fears were confirmed. She had tried to order three family sized pizzas for sharing, and yet he had made nine. She would sigh and pay for them. And then head to the meeting place arms filled with boxes of piping hot pizza. "Hi everyone! I hope you all are hungry, because I might have made a small mistake." She would proclaim as she walked in finding a safe place to put her offering. @tagsomeone MADE BY MIZO |
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Calliope Marks
rangers rising
POSTED ON Sept 4, 2022 13:53:43 GMT
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Well now...this was interesting. Sighing heavily, Ollie hadn't really made much progress on getting to know a lot of his fellow rangers. A lot of no names knew that he was a hard worker, and he had done several missions. But no one that he's seen a lot of or anything. Could be a good opportunity to make some friends. The bad boy ranger had brought a very cheesy, very fatty cheesy potato casserole in a hot dish. Nodding at the over enthusiastic lad that he saw was ollie morales on the nametag. Well, that was hilarious. Granted, his own nametag said his full name as Oliver Shrakes, but he did go by Ollie too. Maybe someone to talk to just because their names were similar/same. Going to the designated area, he found several people...none of which were familiar faces, though he's heard of a few. Going over the pot luck, he placed his dish with the rest, and a large spoon for it on top of the glass lid. When ready, should be easy enough to take it off and slide the lid under the actual dish. There was the councilwoman too. It did kind of looked like people were already sampling a few things, so he went ahead and took his dish's lid off and slid it under the actual dish and put the spoon in for people to try. Now to try to find someone to maybe talk to? The cyan eyed man scanned the room. Oh, a gym leader in noah faber, with a former councilman? Well, still better than Greyson Connors. He almost wondered if he would be asked to take that guy's nontraditional challenge. Well, whatever. Grabbing a plate, he piled on some steak fries and piling on some chili on top of them, he looked to interact with Josh Devlin. He's heard the guy was just made a new gym leader, and was something of a racing fanatic. While Ollie wasn't much of a racing fan, he did have some high speed Pokemon that he certainly wouldn't mind pitting against someone. He waited for the guy to finish speaking to the Head Ranger...someone that he himself didn't have much interaction if any with since his transfer from Johto to here. That pasta dish did smell great though. "Most pasta dishes are easy to do, but hard to make truly stand out. Not much of a connisiuer, but one of my siblings are. You're Josh Devlin, right? Nice to meet you, I'm Oliver Shrakes." Ollie's hair was two toned, mostly red with some black in there, had ear piercings, and gave the new gym leader a charming smile. ~brought a cheesy, fatty, cheesy potato casserole. ~nodded at Ollie, started talking to Josh. ~has a plate with steak fries and chili on top of the fries. |
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❝ Contrary to belief, Callan took his ranger duties seriously. His life would not have been the same without Laurence Anderson picking him up, right now, he was just repaying the favor. Despite all the stardom, accolades and international fame, he cancelled his meetings for the rest of the day in order to attend this. Arriving right after Oliver Shrakes, he nods to his fellow ranger as he smells the cheese gratin from the casserole. "Arceus, that smells good." and briefly waves towards the Head Ranger and everyone around him."Hello everyone." He greets, with a smile. Unlike his other interviews, this one he hoped he did not need a guard up. "First time I'll have a chance to try out Laurence Anderson infamous Alto Mare Carbonara." As for his own contributions, he places by the food tray a set of Moo Moo Mac and Cheese, having balled out with the different types of milk to get this particular tray right. The breadcrumbs crisped the top layer. As much as he wanted this to just be a get together however, he knew they needed to discuss more important events. That didn't stop him from moving to peck Elinor Anderson on the cheek and stand next to her, however, as he also greets Orion Lykos, who happened to be inquiring about the pizza. "Pepperoni?" @everyone MADE BY MIZO |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","lin4"] [attr="class","main"]  Contrary to popular opinion, Hailee wasn't late because she was trying to pick out her outfit. She actually had something in mind as soon as she got the message for this. No, after the Slateport rangers drew lots for this Hailee immediately started panicking. Not because she was unlucky or anything, she usually was in these sort of situations. But because it was a potluck. [break][break] If anyone knew anything about Hailee it was that Hailee could not cook. Like at all. She often made the joke that she could burn water. Yeah. You read that right. Burn water. And now she was expected to bring something to this professional gathering? Normally she would've relied on Noah's cooking abilities but she had errands to run for school and Noah would be leaving first. [break][break] Plus he was already making something she didn't want to be a burden and ask him to do something for her too. So, she did the next best thing. Since she didn't want to be responsible for poisoning the ranger's at this lovely get together she went to the store and bought something instead. [break][break] And if she was gonna bring something it had to be aesthetically pleasing as well. Before stepping into the room Hailee adjusted her crop top and cardigan once more before shifting the bangs in her hand and walking in. Entering into the room she could see several were already gathered but it still didn't seem like she was too late, that was good. [break][break] Another thing she noticed was that it smelled amazing in here. From pasta brought by Laurence Anderson to pizza brought by Elinor Anderson, even the cheesy casserole from Oliver Shrakes, the aroma in the room left her mouth watering. It was paradise for a foodie like Hailee. She'd get to chowing down later. Instead she headed towards the table and began to set up her display of Rainbow Alcremie Cupcakes. [break][break] Once they were set up in a way that made them look pretty beside the rest of the food available she tossed the bags away and turned to look for the people in the room that she knew. Making her way over towards where Noah, Tam, and Orion where she waved as she approached. "I didn't miss much right." she said with a smile as she looked around. [break][break] Hanging by Noah's side she glanced over at the assortment of food again before turning her attention back to her fellow Slateport [break][break] [attr="class","notes"] notes[break]🌟 Hailee can't cook so she brought store-bought Rainbow Alcremie Cupcakes[break] 🌟 After setting up a cute display on the table she makes her way to interact with her friends.[break] 🌟 Hailee's open for interaction![break] 🌟 outfit [attr="class","pkmn"][break]  [newclass=.lin4] --accent: #dea992; [/newclass] [newclass=.lin4] width: 420px; margin: 0 auto; font-family: calibri; color: #aaa; font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: .5px; text-align:justify; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 15px; [/newclass] [newclass=.lin4 .main] padding: 40px; background: #272727;[/newclass] [newclass=.lin4 b] color: var(--accent); font-size: 11.5px; font-family: trebuchet ms; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.lin4 a] text-decoration: none; font-size: 11px; font-weight: lighter; [/newclass] [newclass=.lin4 h1, h2, h3] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.lin4 h1] font-size: 13px; font-weight: lighter; color: var(--accent); letter-spacing: .5px; line-height: 0px; font-family: monospace; text-transform: uppercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.lin4 u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: solid 1px var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.lin4 .tag] text-align: right; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 20px; font: 11px monospace; [/newclass] [newclass=.lin4 .tag a] font: 12px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; color: var(--accent)!important; [/newclass] [newclass=.lin4 .notes] text-align: justify; padding: 20px 20px 10px 20px; font: 10px monospace; letter-spacing: .3px; border-top: solid 1.5px #323232; [/newclass] [newclass=.lin4 .notes h1] font: 16px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; color: var(--accent); text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #1e1e1e; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.lin4 .notes a] font: 10px Montserrat; color: var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.lin4 span] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.lin4 .pkmn] text-align: center; margin: 0 auto; background: var(--accent); padding: 5px; width: 410px; margin-left: -40px; margin-bottom: -40px; margin-top: 10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.lin4 .pkmn img] margin-top: -10px; padding-bottom: 5px; [/newclass] |
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Orion feels a little more at ease upon spotting Calliope Marks among the crowd, even if she slips past them to greet someone else. It was just comforting to know he wouldn't be the only one attracting looks. |
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Par for the course of the state of things, Memo was working when he got the text. He smiled at the idea of Lars’ carbonara, wondering if it was anything like the gooey, cheesy, starchy mess that Alex made. Really putting the carb in carbonara. So the next three days were filled with anxiety, but it was almost a welcome respite from the guilt, shame, and dread that cultivated in his gut as a result of their jaunt through cyberspace hell. He agonized over his dish to pass like a suburban white housemom glaring down the deadline of the annual church charity potluck. His mother, though decidedly not white, usually just brought tacos. But Guillermo had discovered, in his recent brush with happiness, that being in the kitchen was a big stress reliever for him. And so it went that he managed to turn one of his biggest hobbies into a stomach-grinding, self-doubt wondermess. Alex made macarons, partially because the man was a baking fiend, and partially to free Memo from the dietary noose rapidly tightening around his neck. He settled on empanadas. Cheese and pulled pork, separately, to accommodate any vegetarians in the crowd (sorry vegans). It was a nice mix of cultures and he’d decided he’d spent enough time stressing out about this. We’re not even going to get in to how much time he agonized about what to wear. So, two tupperwares in hand, he slips in behind Hailee Jacobs , fashionably late (read: as on time as his anxiety would allow), and beaming like the sun. He greets ollie morales and heads off to the Table of Offerings, putting one container down near the desserts (vanilla and chocolate macarons painted ranger gold with edible gold dust) and his duo-plate of empanadas, divided in the middle and marked with little toothpick flags near where the savory options were. Everyone was greeting everyone else and Memo had a little sinking feeling that he didn’t actually know that many other rangers… Laurence Anderson , obviously, and annalise henderson , but a large majority of the organization was going to be strangers to him. Then his normal Guillermo Positivity Programming kicked in (oh, it was a joy to have that back after so long) and he figured there was no time like the present to rectify that! He was, at present, the only Fortree Ranger in attendance. And he took comfort in seeing that a great majority of his comrades in arms looked just as anxious as he currently felt. He grabs a plate and takes a little offering of most everything, though he’s too nervous to really eat; he figures he’ll take a birdie bag home for Alex. Heading straight for Lars to check in with him (since he has firsthand experience with dealing with people who Care Too Much for Their Own good) he sets the untouched plate of food at an empty chair. “Hey, boss,” he says, voice light and warm, “need any help with that?” He gives a smile to Josh Devlin , not wanting to interrupt his eating, and turns back to scan the crowd for annalise henderson once more. wearing > 300 words of bullshit. memo brought cheese empanadas, pulled pork empanadas, and alex's macarons > goes to talk to lars & see if he needs help > just vibin. open 4 interactions. the boy is an anxiety monster |
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[nospaces] [attr="class","twt2"] [attr="class","main"] ”Yeah, I haven’t been to one of these in a while either.” Tam responds to Orion Lykos, when the truth is actually that he tends to avoid this sort of gathering. Too many people. Too many whose names he’s probably expected to know but doesn’t actually know at all. That’s just how Tam is: too antisocial for his own damn good. [break][break] Does he know this, though? Is he aware of it? [break][break] To a degree, yes, but he would never label it as much. All of his discomfort lies deeply hidden behind a perfectly impassive mask, and for all its worth, at least having a few people he knows sitting near him makes all this somewhat easier for him. Even if he doesn’t talk much. When has Tam ever talked much? Even when noticing Calliope Marks, he just gives her a look in acknowledgement. [break][break] ”Hmm… I don’t know.” It’s when hearing Hailee Jacobs’s question that Tam finally does give a look at the dishes that had begun to accumulate on the table, his gaze soon being drawn to the boxes brought by Elinor Anderson. [break][break] Unlike Orion, Tam is more than pleased when Callan Young tells them what kind of pizza it is. [break][break] Which, of course, by Tam standards, is merely displayed with a simple action: [break][break] ”Pepperoni? Great choice. I’ll take some of that.” [break][break] Tam Fawley is no vegetarian. In fact, he barely even eats vegetables. [break][break] And thus he ends up with one delicious slice of pizza in hand. [break][break] [attr="class","notes"] notes[break]WE BROUGHT OPEN TO INTERACTION[break] [break]- Taking some Pepperoni pizza bc we like MEAT [break]- With the Slateport Rangers but feel free to approach (He's just antisocial as hell, I'm sorry) [attr="class","pkmn"][break] [newclass=.twt2] --accent: #688592; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2] width: 420px; margin: 0 auto; font-family: calibri; color: #aaa; font-size: 11.5px; letter-spacing: .5px; text-align:justify; padding-top: 20px; padding-bottom: 20px; line-height: 15px; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .main] padding: 40px; background: #272727;[/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 b] color: var(--accent); font-size: 11.5px; font-family: trebuchet ms; letter-spacing: .5px; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 a] text-decoration: none; font-size: 11px; font-weight: lighter; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 h1, h2, h3] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 h1] font-size: 13px; font-weight: lighter; color: var(--accent); letter-spacing: .5px; line-height: 0px; font-family: monospace; text-transform: uppercase; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 u] text-decoration: none;border-bottom: solid 1px var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .tag] text-align: right; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-top: 20px; font: 11px monospace; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .tag a] font: 12px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; color: var(--accent)!important; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .notes] text-align: justify; padding: 20px 20px 10px 20px; font: 10px monospace; letter-spacing: .3px; border-top: solid 1.5px #323232; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .notes h1] font: 16px Montserrat; font-weight: 800!important; font-style: italic; letter-spacing: 0px; text-transform: uppercase; color: var(--accent); text-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #1e1e1e; padding-bottom: 5px; text-align:center;[/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .notes a] font: 10px Montserrat; color: var(--accent); [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 span] display: inline-block; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .pkmn] text-align: center; margin: 0 auto; background: var(--accent); padding: 5px; width: 410px; margin-left: -40px; margin-bottom: -40px; margin-top: 10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.twt2 .pkmn img] margin-top: -10px; padding-bottom: 5px; [/newclass] |
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She stood tall by her tower of delicious Pizza. Her eyes darted around, trying to gain an overview of who was here and who hadn’t yet arrived. Since her attention was elsewhere Orion Lykos’s question came as a surprise, almost as if he had snuck up on her. “Oh, not sure.” She had tried to tell the guy to make her his three different but finest Pizzas. Well, looking upon her tower she was not sure if he got the message. But that didn’t answer Orion’s question. And so she began to open the boxes, revealing first a Pepperoni Pizza, then a Salad Pizza, and then a Pizza with slices of Pinap berry upon, she quickly closed the lid on that one, knowing how contentious opinions were on that sort of Pizza. As she went through all the boxes, it seemed he had somewhat understood her message, so there were only those three types to pick from. And that was about the time when Callan Young appeared in her peripheral vision, just in time for her to recognize his intent to peck her on the cheek. She blushed and gave him a peck right back. This seemed unofficial enough that she didn’t need to keep the façade of professionalism up. “Yeah, I’ve got a pepperoni one.” She gestured towards the half-opened lid on one of the boxes. Her focus had left Orion for a brief moment, but it seemed to have been long enough for him to pick Callan’s food. Her pride definitely did She grabbed a slice of the Salad Pizza, doing her best not to spill any piece of it, as she took a bite of it. TLDR: - Does talking - Receives and gets tiny Cheek peck from Callan (What could it possibly mean hint hint nudge nudge.) - Eats Pizza, what more do you want? @rangersrise MADE BY MIZO |
LILYCOVE HQ's meeting room is at the far end of the building, down a hallway lined with smaller office rooms. upon entering, you get the vibe that this is more of a get-together than a stiff-lipped meeting. 
[break][break]in the middle of the room, the extendable meeting table awaits. the chairs are unreserved, save for the one at the head of the table where lars's envelopes are stacked. 
PATISSERIE HM RP
