everybody had to say their piece. to be at a table of rangers loudly dissenting against their government was uncomfortable at best. 

while the captain was vigilant in case a fight broke out, any risk to his job or respect from his superior was enough to keep his mouth shut. this wasn’t his conflict to resolve, nor would he contribute to it. the only other option than to comply was step down and leave the task to the next willing individual—and there would always be one, lest they start drafting civilians.

bo looked over as Sénon Game ’s voice came down the table. his golden gaze was quietly inquisitive at the man who had once given him a chance. paternal leave… but what about considering a babysitter? was the extra time spent really more important than protecting his family's survival and future?

at Laurence Anderson ’s question, bo only had a couple of words to say.

”yes, sir.”

and then it was back to watching the chaos.

ranger meeting

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Wren listens to the best of his ability, but there's so many voices flying back and forth that the pace becomes more and more difficult to follow. Some are heated, some are steady. He watches with mild alarm as paxton concordas chimes in and everything sort of implodes afterward. When the head ranger cuts in again, there's still a question that lingers at the front of his mind. They've been assured the devices aren't destructive, but that doesn't quite settle the curiosity he has. It won't stop him from helping, or following orders, but a clearer picture would be nice, he thinks.[break][break]

He looks over to Laurence Anderson , hand lifting slightly. He's not exactly in a spot yet where he feels he can just talk openly in the middle of a meeting, so raising his hand would help right, yes? "Um, I was just-" The questions dies quietly when things take another turn and a pie is being vaulted across the room.[break][break]

Wren openly gawks at the scene, mouth hanging open as words devolve into shouts. But! He'll try again. "I was wondering if-" Again, more baked goods go flying en masse, and this time he's not so lucky to be avoided. It's not aimed at him, he's pretty sure. (After all, he doesn't know Calliope Marks , or like, anyone fighting, but still.) Yet warm crust and filling splats against the side of his head, and after a moment of pause, Wren blinks himself back into movement, and can definitely taste apple and cinnamon. His mouth clicks shut.[break][break]

He's not about to try and see if the third time's the charm.[break][break]

Hunkering down in his seat, he'll wait this out. For a moment, he looks over ollie morales , question hanging on the tip of his tongue. We were given our tasks, can we go? but he refrains and tries to wipe bits of pie from his head. Juno, sensing the potential of a snack, wiggles free from his back and nibbles at the remnants of the tin, which had fallen down by his chair.[break][break]

After a beat, he looks across the table to boruta maher again, despite having not personally addressed him yet. "Does this usually happen?"[break][break]

+ would like to ask Laurence Anderson a question, but then there's uh. pie.[break]

+ is mostly just watching, though asks boruta maher a question[break]

+ kinda wants to ask ollie morales if they can like, go or something, but keeps it quiet[break]

+ collecting x1 green shard

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To be honest, Liam couldn't give a flying ratata's ass for this supposedly 'mandatory' meeting. It was a waste of time, energy, and eyeliner. If it had not been for the fact that annalise henderson , his cute boss, was the woman behind it all, he would've vanished hours ago. He might've even opted to sleep through the meeting a rely on Josh Devlin 's notes.[break][break]Elbow propped on the tabletop, he was barely able to keep his head balancing on his balled up fist. Slow, droopy yawns would come out in intervals of 2, all while his eyes would occasionally make the rounds, scanning the group of hippies and assholes for the few cute girls that the organization had. Those he did notice -- namely Amelia Livy , Zahra Belsky , and Talia Celes -- would get a ever-so-flirty wink every so often. Usually during long, winding speeches.[break][break]It wasn't until pies flew in the air that his interested sparked up.[break][break]But then obligation settled in its place.[break][break]Leaning to his side, he put up his arms to effectively block out any flying pastries from gracing his hot boss' face. "Don't worry," she smirked, "I got you."

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