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Date Posted: 16:00:12 12/14/02 Sat
Author: Raven
Subject: {Conference}

The dark, forgiving surface of the meeting room carpet muffles her footsteps, providing an appreciated respite from the hard, unrelenting tile of the hallway. Roue' was no where to be seen, judging from a last covert glance over her shoulder before entering the oval room...just as well really. She sinks into one of the awaiting chairs with a stifled yawn, one hand rising absentmindedly to loose her hair from it's braided confines, the other ticking the projected computor screen into life. Scalp relieved somewhat from it's tension, verdant cat-like eyes flicker over the roster of employees... those that would be summoned to this particular conference.
Slitted gaze flickers over the abominably small list. Fyre, Niamh and herself were the only reliably present. Roue' was listed tenatively at the bottom of that list, though it was questionable whether he would need to be moved over a column into the list of absentees. Brows knit briefly together as she scans the list, clearing the computor image abruptly with an sharp tap of her finger.
Kelp-green eyes flicker shut as she combs impatiently through her hair with her fingers, rebraiding it thoughtlessly into a somewhat less wispy confinement.
Well.. those that were expected at the meeting already knew about it.. the computor was ready for Fyre's use.. Leaning back in the chair, she relaxes nominally, one eye on the door, planning to take what moments of taskless solitude she had for a brief rest..

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