BASTILLEPRISONER AURELIUS

Bastille yawned, shaking dust from his pelt as he strolled back into the Observatory and headed for his usual platform. He hadn't forgotten that he was supposed to be hosting a meeting today; there were just... well, things to sort out. Clerics (Rin) to be talking to. Politics to be handling. A fucking hoard of newcomers to be greeting. Whatever. He just hadn't felt like doing it that morning, and therefore here he was, just shy of late and feeling slightly less like this job was doing to kill him as he settled and called boredly, "Yo, meeting time."

A pause, to let others gather around, before he carried on with his usual introduction, "Another busy ass week for newcomers, apparently. Welcome to Hexane, Magpierise, Ada, Myliu, Rubyriches, Versaillespalace, Amelia, Tex, Crownglass, Shininglight, Lessa, Gabriel, Miamihorror, Sombra, Moodmade, Deutschland, Feliciano, Pixel, Alfred, Lazarus, Beverly, Sola, and Celeste. I've met... most of you, but for those of you I've missed, I'm Bast." He typically didn't introduce himself by title (one day, he would be able to deny it into non-existence), but that was a rather moot point, given he was running the fucking meeting. Whatever.

"With the influx of joiners these past two weeks and the issues we've discussed regarding clique-y behavior, I want to introduce a buddy system. It's still in the works, and I'm going to be going over the specifics with ranked members this week, but the moral of the story is that members will be paired randomly with those who may be from different friend groups than themselves. These buddies will double as new member aids, in the sense that some of the tasks you'll be asked to do together will include going over the pendant tradition, getting pendants, and offering a brief orientation to the Ascendants and shit."

A pause. "So... yeah. Anyway," Bastille carried on, switching gears a bit, "Other changes involve the fact that I'm making Cosmic Generals specialized in certain categories of influence. One of those categories will be Clan Welfare, which essentially blankets the healer branch. This will allow Clerics to advance up the hierarchy to the General specialized in Clan Welfare, if they wish. With the number of members interested in healing so far, I figured it may be useful to mention that. Otherwise, the specializations will be up for discussion. Margy, that means you need to come up with a few ideas for what you'd like to specialize in."

Bastille yawned again, and then went on, "Otherwise... We're alright with Tanglewood, after the little Meta incident, and I'm accepting an alliance with Snowbound. So, shout-out to our alliances not burning to the ground. I need someone to host weekly tasks this week." Bast paused. "So, if we have any takers, let me know. In the meantime, stick around -- Rin and I have a few more announcements."

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Meeting time already?

The white feline let a yawn escape her as she neared the Grand Circle. Sundays were supposed to be her days of rest, but that didn't mean she listened to herself. She had spent the day getting things together for her weekly task that she had been putting off. Besides that, there were places to be and people to see. Suiteheart hated that she never seemed to slow down, but she knew the sedentary lifestyle had never suited her.

The feline took a seat beside Playerone, following Imperia, as the meeting began. Casting baby blues on Bastilleprisoner, she settled into a relaxed position. A lot had happened recently; she figured the meeting might be few minutes or two longer than usual - not that she minded. Even if she would never admit it, she lived for meetings.

"Welcome to the family, newbies" the vampiress called as a grin blossomed on her ivory features. The list of joiners seemed to have gone on and on, similar to last week. Each name called was good though. Each name spoken was someone bringing new life into the group. It seemed they were still thriving, which was wonderful.

The next topic was the buddy system. Her ears perked at that. An impressed look crossed her face and she nodded as Bastille spoke. It was a hell of an idea. She fucking loved it. The next point was specialization within the Cosmic Generals. She nodded again, quite interested in this too. With the influx of members trained in certain tasks, this change was sure to aid in things.

"Noted. And I can host weekly tasks," Suiteheart offered, after Bastille finished speaking. It had been a few weeks since she had done them, so she figured it was about time she got back on the metaphorical horse. After her words, she fell silent, wondering what Warringkingdoms had to say. 

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[size=9pt]He's never been to one of these meetings before. In his Pride, they'd just made passing announcements, and word traveled quick in the small group. Here, though, it's way more formal. Moon thinks it would be more so, if their Leader had been one of those self righteous, dramatic dicks, but Bast seems pretty far from that, so he can be glad for that, at least.

He genuinely pays close attention to the announcements, because the way this whole thing works is foreign to him and therefore interesting. No doubt, by the next meeting, getting Moon's attention will be near impossible, but for now, he's pretty clued in. Bast mentions Rin, and Moon recognizes the Cleric's nickname, golden ears swiveling to attention. The Halo thing-- of course. He'd almost forgotten it was still going on, and now that he was reminded, he was on edge. He had no doubt it wouldn't be him; there were way too many other contestants who'd been here longer, were more mature, and generally just better suited for the job, but still, the lion waited with bated breath.