SILVER FANG STUDIOS - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
20/4/2022
Log
(Miru) It was a cool late morning in Fairhaven, with a bit of wing blowing from the south. While the edge of the eastern side of Fairhaven is usually more desolate than the rest of the city, today was a different day. In fact, as people walked towards the new re-opened Silver Fang Radio Station, they will notice that the streets here were a bit more active with various mutants, citizens of Fairhaven going towards the announced party, perhaps some of them did not care for all this thing about being 'informed' but a lot of people were not against the idea of free food and drink. There was also some 'fancy' types with security, clearly faction reps very interested in keeping tabs on the annoyingly independent news agency. The front of the large half-refurbished half-juryrigged building was decorated with a few balloons and posters, leading to the large metal entrance. The bulwark of heavy metal was thankfully open right now, allowing entry to any mutants, at least those who are of average size, mutants over two metres long will have to duck to fit into the entrance. Standing right next to the entrance was a rugged bald human, clad in a black security suit, humanity aside it was perhaps more shocking to note that the man looked almost like in his 50s a rarity compared to most people these days who like in their 20s or 30s. The man simply gave each entrant a nod, seemingly unconcerned as long as no one starts any trouble. Inside, the lounge was much busier than usual with various citizens already inside and socializing with each other. Most of the furniture was moved to one side, giving more room around the centre for people standing. Of note was little glass plinth right in front of the central pillar. The plinth contained a barely-damaged Los Angelos times with its front-page on display, dated 28th of February 2008 the day it all fell-apart. The check-point leading to the studios were currently manned with the door shut, clearly no one was allowed to enter the studios where all the rare, and very expensive, equipment was being held. The small cafe area to the side of the room seemed to be where the finger foods and drinks were prepared. Around the room were four rats, each barely reaching four feet in height, that were clad in black shirts and trousers, while holding serving trays, their get-up clashing heavily with their more punk-ish hairstyles and piercings. The rats seemed to be serving mostly drinks and canapes for now.
(Brio) Brio was always the early riser, and as such he made sure to help with the effort to make the grand opening to run as best as he could! The aromas of different coffees being brewed wafted throughout the lounge as well as the smells of sandwiches being toasted for those that wished for their meal to be served hot instead of cold. The caracal had on his waiter's attire, though different in color scheme from the rats and appearing much more flamboyant with its emerald-green waistcoat and silver accents, but he was always one to appear as stylish as possible. His fluffy tail wagged behind him as he worked behind the counter, greeting everyone with that bright, cheery smile of his and a glint of appreciation in his feline-eyes for having them spend time out of their day to stop by, have a drink, and relax! He'd occasionally be seen making rounds throughout the small coffee shop to personally greet all of the guests to make sure they were enjoying their time and to see if he could get them anything else before returning to his post with a bow and polite smile. He took his job very seriously, but he was chipper and flicked his ears whenever he saw someone new come in from behind the wooden counter he prepared the food and drinks from.
(Nyazuli) Nyazuli was gently riding the wind back to her home after a patrol when she noticed slightly increased activity around the radio station, curious, she decided to glide down toward the entrance and wait in line for her turn to enter.
Being paying attention to the guard and his equipment rather than what was in front of here, she bonked her head against the door frame before recoiling slightly while holding her snout. She smiled at the guard again before ducking and entering the radio station as if nothing happened.
She scanned around to get a better understanding of what this event was about before noticing the sign at the center of the room. She exclaimed, "oh, it's a grand inauguration then!" visibly hyped at the prospect of free drinks and passionate rebuilders telling their stories
(Junes) walking towards the building Junes sees the older man and gives a small nod and enters, seeing the large room they settle for a spot near the cafe with less people and decide to take a seat and relax while enjoying the ambient music
(Lofty) A small canine with a long, chubby sort of body rushes forward through the gathering mutants. A corgi rushes, as it turns out, in a motion that could be called a furious, absurd waddling. Looking for all the world like a normal, pre-apocalypse canine, Lofty surges through the doors tail a-wagging. His nose twitches furiously and his ears swivel this way and that as he hones in on a plethora of fascinating sights, sounds, and smells.
(Kiyumi) A kitsune walks into the building with an attitude as if she owns the place, flashing a smile at the old-looking man as she enters, gracefully walking towards a couch in the western part of the lobby, choosing one with relatively little behind it as to see as much as possible. She sits herself down, a smile on her face as she glances around the room like a predatory bird trying to find a small mouse - in this case, her interest is in the one responsible for this event. Failing to find them, she leans back and settles for observing the room as she pulls a small kiseru pipe out of her kimono.
(Nena) It had been a while, certainly, but Nena remembered when this place first opened. She remembered when it went under new management. And now, it is time to make a new memory of... Whatever this is, exactly. Falling from the sky, the bat girl lets herself down gently on the pavement and takes a moment to correct her clothing and brush her hair back before approaching the building. "Well, well! This is exciting." Tucking her wings about her, she strides off wherever her nose leads her- In this case, it is towards the rich scent of brewing coffee. Arriving at the counter, she speaks again and this time not to herself, but to Brio. "It smells rather delightful in here. Thanks to you, I am sure."
