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<div></div><div title="Miru" style="margin-top:2em">(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. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>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. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>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. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>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. </div> <div title="Brio" style="margin-top:2em">(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.</div> <div title="Nyazuli" style="margin-top:2em">(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. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> | <div></div><div title="Miru" style="margin-top:2em">(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. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>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. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>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. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>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. </div> <div title="Brio" style="margin-top:2em">(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.</div> <div title="Nyazuli" style="margin-top:2em">(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. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> | ||
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. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> | 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. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> | ||
| − | 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</div> <div title="Junes" style="margin-top:2em">(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</div> <div title="Lofty" style="margin-top:2em">(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.</div> <div title="Kiyumi" style="margin-top:2em">(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. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>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.</div> <div title="Nena" style="margin-top:2em">(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."</div> | + | 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</div> <div title="Junes" style="margin-top:2em">(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</div> <div title="Lofty" style="margin-top:2em">(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.</div> <div title="Kiyumi" style="margin-top:2em">(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. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>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.</div> <div title="Nena" style="margin-top:2em">(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."</div><div title="Miru" style="margin-top:2em">(Miru) As Nyazuli came in. The guard just smirked at her action, not saying anything in response. As she exclaimed, she could suddenly a hear from a bit below. "Another idiot just here for the food then?" Came the joking remark with an amused tone. It was one of the rats, holding her tray up to Nyazuli. "Canapes, with condolences from the chef...or was it regards? No idea." The rat, sporting a loud pink fringe said to herself mostly. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>As more and more people kept streaming into the lobby, the speakers pumping old fashioned music began lowering in volume, pity since Sh-Boom was just starting to play. The moment the speakers went silent they went loud again, but this time with a very melodic accent, clearly not American for those who were born before P-day. "Good morning Fairhaven! I would like to thank you all for coming today to the grand opening of Silver Fang Radio Station. This could not have been done without help from the local citizens as well as your generous donations to the maintenance of the Independent News Union. We hope with the opening of this radio station, we can more easily keep you informed about the various happenings in our city! So, don't forget to add the station's frequency to your communit. For now, please do enjoy the services we are providing today. We will be informing about our new programming and other details about the new methods we will be using to provide you with news in the coming weeks. Remember, a well-informed public is the best way to stop the actions of the tyrannous and greedy." With the little speech done, a quiet polite applause traveled across the lounge, before the various party-goers went back to socializing in earnest. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p><p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> Finally, the door leading to the studios opened, with an okami boi stepping outside, one assumes that they are the organizer given that they dressed like this was a 50s journalism costume party, and likely that they gave the speech given that they just came out of the studio. The okami would stop and talk briefly to the hyena gal manning the security checkpoint, but one can notice that there was already a few parties gravitating towards the newswuff, clearly various 'big wigs' who were chomping at the bit to introduce their own offers of patronage. </div> <div title="Brio" style="margin-top:2em">(Brio) Brio was busily charcuterie boards for the guests as he carefully prepared a variety of cured meats, cheeses, berries, and vegetables for them to snack and crunch on. He laid out each board to make them as visibly appetizing as possible as he sat aside some cups of different sauces and dips such as honey, a cream-cheese spread created with garlic and parmesan, and some butter mixed with cinnamon and brown sugar just give an idea of the wide spectrum of tastes each board was designed to fill. When one of the rats that served the guests Brio would hand them these rectangular, wooden boards layered with the food as he directed them to lay them about at the tables for the guests to freely pick from. When that was done he gave pleasant, "Welcome!" to the newcomers as he wiped the sweat off of his brow with his apron and turning to face the corgi. "Doggy?" He chimed to try to get its attention, unsure if the corgi was a mutant or just someone's dog...but his attention was cut short by the woman that approached the counter as he offered her a warm smile. "Aye, thank you for believing so! My name is Brio, how may I serve you today?" He inquired courteous as his ears flicked at the sounds of the speech being broadcasted and turned to catch a glimpse of the okami boy before turning his attention back toward the bat, but kept an ear out for the okami boi.</div> <div title="Nyazuli" style="margin-top:2em">(Nyazuli) Nyazuli looked around trying to find from where the voice offering her snacks was coming from, before looking straight down and seeing the full plate of delicious gourmandises, declaring "Don't mind if I do then!". While the dragoness was quickly doing the math trying to figure out how many she could snatch right there without looking akward, her attention was diverted by the peculiar chimera that entered without a word after her. She quietly watched as he? she? it? sat around the coffee serving place. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> |
| + | She immediately forgot about the rat's miniature canapes, focusing her effort onto the bigger price at the edge of her field of view. Quickly excusing herself without even taking a single one, she settled one sitting away from the chimera. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> | ||
| + | She declared to the person kindly manning the operation "One Quadruple Longo with four sugars please, also are those paninis? it's been ages since I had one! Is the service included in the reception or are we to purchase the things? Regardless, I'm definitely taking one as well!" She smiled warmly, visibly very happy with the selection offered. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p> | ||
| + | While she waited for her order, she took the opportunity to address the peculiar mutant, looking at them with a slightly worried look "Is everything alright? that's a lot of different strains at once on a single person, did you get attacked by ferals on the way there? I don't recall them boldly roaming this part of the city, but if I can help in anyway don't hesitate to ask" </div> <div title="Junes" style="margin-top:2em">(Junes) seeing the dragoness walk over they sit upright a bit and after hearing the question responds "huh? oh no im alright i just tend to drink these special drinks occasionally although" flashing their multiple tails "these are a bit more persistent, oh im junes by the way nice to meet you!" they say offering a handshake</div> <div title="Lofty" style="margin-top:2em">(Lofty) Lofty has only a moment to register Brio's call before the speech begins. His lolling tongue slips back into his muzzle and his ears stand erect and attentive for the duration, radaring slightly as if seeking the source. When the clapping starts, he gives a few affirming barks - perhaps a tad louder than is polite - to the mysterious speaker. | ||
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| + | Once the excitement starts dying down, his head is quick to swivel back in Brio's direction. He pads over and shamelessly trots about to the server side, staring up at Brio with an expectantly wagging tail.</div> <div title="Kiyumi" style="margin-top:2em">(Kiyumi) Kiyumi listens thoughtfully to the speech as she lights her kiseru pipe with a tap on its end. She tries to analyze the speech for any potential hidden meanings or hints, finding not much of interest in the speech besides what almost sounds like a declaration of war at the end. As the door opens, she manages to catch a glimpe of the newswuff between the various parties vying for attention (and influence). "Smaller..." she mutters, having expected someone slightly more impressive looking considering all the dangers around potentially insulting the big corps. It only causes her smile to widen as she observes the proceedings with increased interest. If it's not raw strength, something else must have allowed them to get this far. <p style="height:0.5em;margin:0"></p>She regretfully reflects on her recent focus on increasing capital as she takes a long draw from her pipe, it seems she missed something rather interesting. </div> | ||
Revision as of 19:36, 20 April 2022
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Date
20/4/2022
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(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."
(Miru) As Nyazuli came in. The guard just smirked at her action, not saying anything in response. As she exclaimed, she could suddenly a hear from a bit below. "Another idiot just here for the food then?" Came the joking remark with an amused tone. It was one of the rats, holding her tray up to Nyazuli. "Canapes, with condolences from the chef...or was it regards? No idea." The rat, sporting a loud pink fringe said to herself mostly. As more and more people kept streaming into the lobby, the speakers pumping old fashioned music began lowering in volume, pity since Sh-Boom was just starting to play. The moment the speakers went silent they went loud again, but this time with a very melodic accent, clearly not American for those who were born before P-day. "Good morning Fairhaven! I would like to thank you all for coming today to the grand opening of Silver Fang Radio Station. This could not have been done without help from the local citizens as well as your generous donations to the maintenance of the Independent News Union. We hope with the opening of this radio station, we can more easily keep you informed about the various happenings in our city! So, don't forget to add the station's frequency to your communit. For now, please do enjoy the services we are providing today. We will be informing about our new programming and other details about the new methods we will be using to provide you with news in the coming weeks. Remember, a well-informed public is the best way to stop the actions of the tyrannous and greedy." With the little speech done, a quiet polite applause traveled across the lounge, before the various party-goers went back to socializing in earnest. Finally, the door leading to the studios opened, with an okami boi stepping outside, one assumes that they are the organizer given that they dressed like this was a 50s journalism costume party, and likely that they gave the speech given that they just came out of the studio. The okami would stop and talk briefly to the hyena gal manning the security checkpoint, but one can notice that there was already a few parties gravitating towards the newswuff, clearly various 'big wigs' who were chomping at the bit to introduce their own offers of patronage.
(Brio) Brio was busily charcuterie boards for the guests as he carefully prepared a variety of cured meats, cheeses, berries, and vegetables for them to snack and crunch on. He laid out each board to make them as visibly appetizing as possible as he sat aside some cups of different sauces and dips such as honey, a cream-cheese spread created with garlic and parmesan, and some butter mixed with cinnamon and brown sugar just give an idea of the wide spectrum of tastes each board was designed to fill. When one of the rats that served the guests Brio would hand them these rectangular, wooden boards layered with the food as he directed them to lay them about at the tables for the guests to freely pick from. When that was done he gave pleasant, "Welcome!" to the newcomers as he wiped the sweat off of his brow with his apron and turning to face the corgi. "Doggy?" He chimed to try to get its attention, unsure if the corgi was a mutant or just someone's dog...but his attention was cut short by the woman that approached the counter as he offered her a warm smile. "Aye, thank you for believing so! My name is Brio, how may I serve you today?" He inquired courteous as his ears flicked at the sounds of the speech being broadcasted and turned to catch a glimpse of the okami boy before turning his attention back toward the bat, but kept an ear out for the okami boi.
(Nyazuli) Nyazuli looked around trying to find from where the voice offering her snacks was coming from, before looking straight down and seeing the full plate of delicious gourmandises, declaring "Don't mind if I do then!". While the dragoness was quickly doing the math trying to figure out how many she could snatch right there without looking akward, her attention was diverted by the peculiar chimera that entered without a word after her. She quietly watched as he? she? it? sat around the coffee serving place.
She immediately forgot about the rat's miniature canapes, focusing her effort onto the bigger price at the edge of her field of view. Quickly excusing herself without even taking a single one, she settled one sitting away from the chimera.
She declared to the person kindly manning the operation "One Quadruple Longo with four sugars please, also are those paninis? it's been ages since I had one! Is the service included in the reception or are we to purchase the things? Regardless, I'm definitely taking one as well!" She smiled warmly, visibly very happy with the selection offered.
While she waited for her order, she took the opportunity to address the peculiar mutant, looking at them with a slightly worried look "Is everything alright? that's a lot of different strains at once on a single person, did you get attacked by ferals on the way there? I don't recall them boldly roaming this part of the city, but if I can help in anyway don't hesitate to ask"
(Junes) seeing the dragoness walk over they sit upright a bit and after hearing the question responds "huh? oh no im alright i just tend to drink these special drinks occasionally although" flashing their multiple tails "these are a bit more persistent, oh im junes by the way nice to meet you!" they say offering a handshake
(Lofty) Lofty has only a moment to register Brio's call before the speech begins. His lolling tongue slips back into his muzzle and his ears stand erect and attentive for the duration, radaring slightly as if seeking the source. When the clapping starts, he gives a few affirming barks - perhaps a tad louder than is polite - to the mysterious speaker.
Once the excitement starts dying down, his head is quick to swivel back in Brio's direction. He pads over and shamelessly trots about to the server side, staring up at Brio with an expectantly wagging tail.
(Kiyumi) Kiyumi listens thoughtfully to the speech as she lights her kiseru pipe with a tap on its end. She tries to analyze the speech for any potential hidden meanings or hints, finding not much of interest in the speech besides what almost sounds like a declaration of war at the end. As the door opens, she manages to catch a glimpe of the newswuff between the various parties vying for attention (and influence). "Smaller..." she mutters, having expected someone slightly more impressive looking considering all the dangers around potentially insulting the big corps. It only causes her smile to widen as she observes the proceedings with increased interest. If it's not raw strength, something else must have allowed them to get this far. She regretfully reflects on her recent focus on increasing capital as she takes a long draw from her pipe, it seems she missed something rather interesting.
