Meeting about Dreams and Visions - RPLOG
Participants
Date
30/3/2014
Log
Here is a large room with a grand center table. In the far end there is a projector and screen, along with a much larger chair for whom will likely be the one running this round table. All around the table, which is actually long and rectangular, are various other chairs. Each chair has a small control panal on it, with various buttons. Judging by the symbols, they can heat up a bit, vibrate softly, recline, raise, and lower. There are also a few other buttons that have marks that aren't so easily figured out. One looks almost like a cock, another vaguely like a pussy, and the last seem almost to be a pair of breasts. The room is lit by overhead lights, but it has no windows. Otherwise, it doesn't seem to have any significant features.
In walks 'Valleys' and she lives up to her name. She is a shadow vixen and packed into her business suit are six breasts, each bigger then her head. She has pierced ears, but otherwise seems very normal for a shadow vixen. She adjusts the projector, hooks up her laptop to it, and takes a seat at the head of the table to wait those joining her.
Edel slinks into the room, having been escoted by the guards. Adjusting her dress, the tanuki gives a tip of her hat before settling into a chair. She leaves the buttons well enough alone for now, leaning back as her tail curls around into her lap. "Good evening, miss! I thought I might be able to offer some first-hand knowledge on it all! So here I am!"
A private area? Why that was reason alone to take the call. And of course, the whole extra-dimensional stuff caught his attention as well. The suit wearing lion converses with a guard and soon finds himself on his way towards the indicated room. "Good evening," the silver feline bellows with all due politeness, taking a rather deep bow before finally stepping fully into the room. His eyes lock on not on the vixen's arrangement of breasts, but mostly to her attire, nodding in appreciation as if it were some sort of unspoken businessman code. Eventually, he takes a seat and peers curiously at the buttons, but chooses not to press anything quite yet as he wouldn't want to make a bad impression and make a rude move.
Lizzie strolls into the room behind the guards as well, human form nearly nude until she can find somewhere to actually purchase or loot clothing easily since every store she had found for some time was looted, destroyed, or wrecked in some other manner lately. She strolls over toward the chairs, eyeing the buttons warily, and sits in one next to Dio since she had seen the lion before. "So, I've had some really fuckin' weird dreams and shit since that god damn bullshit with that astronomers wet dream. Thought it would have all tentacles and fuck all but instead it's just really god damn creepy. So, how the fuck are you Dio?" Rude moves and bad impressions just sort of follow the human around which may or may not have an interesting impact on Dio's reputation if she had her way.
Breezy is the last to come in. She casually strolls, her hands tucked into the pockets of her jacket. She glances around to the others who are gathered, curious as to what is going one. She grabs the first empty seat sees and flops down.
Rev trots into the room escorted by the guards. The large Clydesdale is dressed in a uniform vaguely reminiscent of a military uniform. He takes a look around the room at the others that had gathered there. While he finds himself a seat at the table. Not recognizing anyone in the room the horse keeps to himself for the moment while he waits for things to get started.
Vallery smiles and nods to those coming in, "Welcome, welcome all of you, please, feel free to enjoy the features built into the chairs, but I do warn and caution, some of them may be a bit too enjoyable, and we are here for business. Before I begin our presentation, I'd like to open the floor for any experiences you all have had, so please, if you have a story, start now." She says, leaning back and pressing both the heat and vibration functions of her chair. She gives a soft coo, but even the gentle, almost soundless movement of her chair causes those breasts of hers to wobble and jiggle, somehow still staying confined though.
Edel adjusts her glasses and holds up a finger. "Before I go spilling any tanuki secrets, I do have to ask... For what reasons do you want to know, exactly? I'll be happy to tell you what I tell everyone else, but I'm not sure how specific I can get." Tipping up the brim of her hat, she folds her hands in her lap. "I'll preface with saying that I am a priestess, of sorts, and my patron should be rather obvious. A bit ago... I started getting these odd... Thoughts. Moreso than usual, anyway. They're excited! About what, exactly, I cannot say... But I can say that something big is coming. In combination with some other strange happenings, I do believe some -extra planar big- is coming, at that."
Now there was a voice and style of speaking Dio could never forget. "Good evening to you, my lady. I'm doing quite well. How a-" As he turns around and looks upon Lizzie's body, he's stunned for a second and he quickly turns back around. "I see that you might be having a little trouble with your attire. For a few months now, I've been creating some clothes that you've seen me in. When you have the time, come vist me at my room in the Maison or perhaps the KS building and we can work something out if you desire."
But now it was time for business. The lion dips his head slightly at Vallery and clears his throat. "I've not had too many dreams, but I did have an unfortunate run-in with some of the higher-up Uber foxes at the forest. Conversing with the person who was with me at the time, they mentioned Europe and their natural dislike for those that follow Dusk Dragon. As the lady has just mentioned, something indeed might be brewing within the shadows so to speak."
"Oh, yeah. I'll have to go to visit ya and all that good shit. Can I even get past the fuckin' hallway in the maison wihtout and escort? Uh, looks like tits mcgee is startin' better chat after." Lizzie shifts a hand toward one of the functions, the heat button, and finally pulls her hand away to rest on the table. It might be comfortable but who knew with all the heat resistant or immune infected if it would burn someone like her after all, best to be safe. "Uh, so I was fuckin' investigatin' this hell hole of a god damn research thing with Dio, Meek, Grace, and some other bitches when we found all this, like, fuckin' c'thulu shit." She says, getting into her story soon enough while the others speak as well. "So after all that bullshit I went home and went to get some fuckin' rest after bangin' a few friends to relax and when I had my dreams instead of bein' all full of booze and hookers or gamblin' or food or somethin' it was the god damn static. When we were there this sort of static kept creepin' into our fuckin' heads and all that shit and I keep thinkin' 'bout it sometimes."
Breezy simply melts in her chair. After tapping away at the buttons and dials, she chair vibrated softly and heat warmed her cold-blooded body. She flicked her tongue out, as that was becoming a new habit of hers. She looked around, realizing that she didn't greet anyone. She nods, and rasped a quiet, "Hello", and continued to listen. She hadn't had any dreams to talk about, anyway.
