Today, a meeting was scheduled in the Library. The skunkettes who live here never had many visitors before, and certainly not a big group armed fighters. Needless to say it was surprising that Sabella managed to talk them into giving him the library for the day.

It was a bit early right now, but that did not stop a stream of individuals from arriving and taking their seats. The table was currently occupied by Dr. Long and a couple others influential militia leaders. Sitting next to Dr. Long was an adorable kemo-usagi boi clad in a military uniform, awww he is playing at being a soldier as well, and the seat next to this rabbit is empty, presumably for Sabella himself.

The rows of seats next to the tables were filled a bit more, with the RSX delegation reserving a corner in the front for themselves. There is even a single Prommie master with two handlers there. Zephyr on the other hand did not bring anyone, not even an offer to sell weapons, odd.

Standing away from the seats themselves was a certain kemo-okami that a number of citizens in Fairhaven would recognize. Miru had set up a nice little corner for herself, away from the direct action. Her little drone was on the ground currently, but it's lens were still active and filming.

The leader of the K9 arrived at the scene as well, and the kemo-kitsune walked straight to the table. Vari gave Miru a small nod and a smile on the way there. Then she took a seat next to the empty seat that would probably be for Mr. Sabella, and waited. She looked around, trying to figure out who all of the people were, and if she recognized any dangers. Then again, once more she was prepared.

Ebreus arrives early to the meering in his Hellhound form wearing his formal suit. He strides confidently to the front of the meetingplace. He takes one of the empty seats in the front row. He takes note of those who are already present and who is not as he waits.

It was a beautiful, dull, sully day... but for one jackal it would be a calm one. Thank the stars for that as well, Otto was not feeling so hot, or rather his arm wasn't. Bandaged to hell and stained crimson, the wounds thereupon were definitely not old, nor were they light if actual bandaging was needed in this age of nigh-instant healing. Still, the hound carried himself with a wide stride and a smile on his face, a light bounce to his step and a song in his heart. What discomfort he harbored was put aside, aches and whines fruitless in his mind, while the meeting he was headed to seemed quite interesting indeed... So, they were looking for craftsment and soldiers, free fighters against the oncoming scourge that was the Old World Order? Snarling silently under his breath as he remembers certain events that'd pushed the hound to resent the Order, Otto steps into the room and surveys the area. His gaze wanders over the mutants present, spotting a few familar faces for now, though not many... Stepping towards one of the front row chairs, he plants his fuzzy arse down upon it and leans back, then crosses his arms and awaits the first signs of activity.

Phosphorus showed up in uniform -- relatively unarmed, it seems, but the last time there was a meeting like this, Phos had demonstrated what sorts of things she's hiding in the rucksack. She was largely here to protect the event, with little interest in the politicking that would surely happen over the following few hours. She offers a nod to the rest of Vari, Long, and the rest as she takes a set at the table, folding her hands up and resting them in her lap.

Cameron entered the room, though she was very quick to move to the side of the door to avoid getting in everyone's way. The kemo kitty taking a moment to look about the reserved room, her eyes and fingers gracefully flitting from book spine to spine. And silently hoping the books she touched didn't just poof into a cloud of nanite eaten dust. Though her attention is only given to them for a few long moments before it is once more upon the gathering mutants at the table. Her gaze getting a little curious as it flitted over the broken computers. The cat tempted to take one home to fiddle with, almost. Instead she moved slowly towards the front of the room along the wall. Still trying to keep out of everyone's way. The kitty against the RSX wall, seeming to wish to stand, though mostly so she could get a better look to see what was happening at the table.

Edel was no stranger to the library, after all, she was an affiliate of the crafting branch here. She was not, however, affiliated with any of the other groups present at the meeting. She represented her own interests, and was seated accordingly- Wherever she darn well pleased, and that changed from time to time. Presently, it was perched atop a tall shelf, keeping a clear view over just about everything.

Agent-dark was running a little bit late today. He knew nothing about this old world order buisness he just saw it, as another job. After a few day of bad luck that made him feel like shit all over again. He took job, after job, after job, just try to get what happened off his mind. When he arrived at the lobby. He walked over and sat in one of the many couches in the room and waited for breifing. He tried to do that quietly, so maybe no one would notice he's late.

Fenris is dressed in the yellow and orange robes of a buddhist monk, with heavy prayer beads on his wrists and around his thick neck. The burly tanuki has seated himself on the floor, leaning against a convenient bookshelf beneath Edel's perch. While he is armed with both a sword and a short spear, it looks more like he just happened to be in the library than that he was here for any meeting. He seems to be perusing a book about traditional Chinese costumes. And hiding a bag of cookies behind a stack of similar books so the librarians don't catch him.

The wreck of an agent that was Naiko walked into the library lightly armored this time. Her drones, as usual, would accompany her inside. Craftsmen. Sure, she was associated with Zephyr, but the Order really got to her that last time. She looked tired, weary and perhaps a little battered. Nevertheless, noticing the familiar faces around, she gently nodded towards them before planting herself down on the nearest front row chair.

Narwen wanders in a couple of minutes late and looking somewhat harried, catching dirty looks from the library skunks. He peers up and down the dense rows of chairs, shakes his head, and pads right to the front, standing on all fours in the middle of the aisle from where he has a fine view, tail arched up comfortably. This lasts about ten seconds before the people behind start poking and shooing at him. He settles down on the floor; the grumbling intensifies. Eventually he is waved off to the side of the room where he is only slightly in the way.

Kelly-imber was laying on one of the couches, sipping a cup of coffee. She had arrived about 2 hours ago to meet a friend for coffee. She was a little drowsy, because she stayed up all night the night prior, as she was the one that had watch duty for rsx. The poor shark girl could just about fall asleep on the very couch, she was sitting on.