TRAIN TO NOWHERE ♡ MEETING [4/20]

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Oh, Christ. In most cases, Roan respected his mama a great deal, and he loved her no matter what she did. After all, she had given him life, and he was grateful for that. But sometimes... she embarrassed him, quiet a bit. This just happened to be one of those times. Roxie's voice screeching out the call for a meeting was enough to make his ears flatten down temporarily, but his heart only sank further as he approached, and saw the state that she was in. While he hadn't seen the actual eating of the toad, his medical training made it pretty easy to see the subtle side effects of it already. The wandering gaze, the enlarged pupils... why in the hell had she thought that eating a toad was a good idea? With a heavy sigh, the soothsayer sat down within the meeting place, pressing one paw against his forehead briefly in frustration. When he looked back up at his mama, he called out to her softly, "After this meeting, come see me in the temple." He offered no more explanation beyond that, figuring it would be a fool's errand. He wanted to make sure that everything got out of her system without her hurting herself – of course, they'd need to get through the actual meeting part of things, first.

At the same time as Roan and Lutum came wandering in, Michael and Lumia followed, not all that far behind. Unlike Roan, Michael didn't have any sort of medical knowledge or real expertise on psychedelics – beyond what Trevor had gotten into, of course – so all he saw was the blood on Roxie's face from her latest meal. He sighed a bit at the sight of it, but sat down without a word all the same, his head tilting to one side. He wondered what would be announced at this particular meeting. At least nothing all too horrible had happened recently that needed to be urgently addressed. No attacks from the Coalition, as far as he knew, which was always a good thing. Maybe this would just be a lowkey meeting, with nothing but welcomes and promotions. No funny business.

Lumia was wondering similarly about things, although she also found her gaze wandering around the meeting place, searching for perhaps some sign of Diya. Surely the officer would come to see her wife holding a meeting, right? Maybe afterwards Mia could show the other her latest piece of blacksmithing work. Not that she was particularly proud of the little misshapen pot, but it was at least a start, right? Right.

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