First Baffin Zoner Zummit at The Zenarch, Malaclypse Freeport

[Enkidu]

Achille was completely dishevelled. After pulling the fastest docking manoeuvre in his life (so fast the station security personal mistook his osprey’s 300 meter – per-second mooring-buster of a docking entrance for an attack run and nearly blasted him out of the sky) and being bombarded by queries from all manner of unsightly individuals, Achille eventually stumbled into the found the Zenarch. To say the room (for it was too vast for a room) amazed him would have been a cardinal understatement. Is it possible to experience anti-claustrophobia? He thought, his shoes crunching onto the grassland surrounding the amphitheatre; awe atrophying into subtle jealousy. To think that we... supposed that we were imitating nature with a bag of sods and a handful of Synth weed when we first settled in Taus... Dieu, we didn’t have a clue did we?

Ahead of him a crowd of Zoners were slowly coalescing, and slowly Achille felt his element returning to him as he adjusted his cufflinks, not a hair out of place. People, now that’s something I can handle. Achille smiled, his eyes scanning the crowd for anyone he recognised. To his relief, individuals were still coalescing gradually, soothing his injured taste for punctuality and the desire to leave an impression. Now where’s that self-indulgent hatwearer? Achille grinned, eyes searching for Autoine as he slid passed Tobias with a slight, unfamiliar nod.

Right on cue the black stovepipe appeared, bobbing over the crowd before sliding back again without trace, but Achille saw it. A few steps and its wearer was also disclosed, apparently about to engage conversation with a rather important looking Zoner. Silently Achille cleared his throat, mentally hardened himself, and launched into the dialogue before a word was spoken:
“Greetings Sirs... and Autoine of course...” He nodded slightly. “Hopefully I’m sufficiently late for you”.

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[Aazalot]

Voncloud finished assessing, he was surprised not to be noticed, maybe he wasn't as out of place as he thought, a little more relaxed, he makes his way over to the Refreshments table. Looking it over he found some of the Gallic wine, something he had grown fond of in his time in OSI, and would probably be a better choice over his usual choice of Scotch straight.

Once his drink was in paw, he looked up to see who he pressumed was the one hosting this event, and so walked over, holding out his free paw once he got there.

"Dr..Mojo? I presume? Jerard Voncloud, OSI CEO"

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[Gypsie]

Jerard! You came! Come here buddy.

The old doctor shook Voncloud's free hand.

Haven't seen you since I came personally to Gran Canaria to pick up that jumpdrive you sold me, remember? You gave me a Mark IV by mistake, when I had paid for a Mark III hehe!

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Malaclypse Freeport

[Eduard]

When Voncloud first entered the Amphiteathre , suspecting that it was a man in a costume trying to make a play or a clown scene. But when Voncloud came close and was greeted by Mojo, he realized every patch of fur on his body was authentic. If not for the good old laws of physics and anatomy, Robert's jaws would have hit the floor.

At first, Robert viewed him with a bit of irritation as he felt interrupted by his arrival. He was felt with ease right the next moment, though, knowing that he saved him from a possible dirty situation trying to come up with an excuse not to partake in this "binding ritual" and smoke from that pipe.

The next moment, he saw Gallic Red Wine in one of his paws. " At least he has a refined taste " he thought.

Before he could add anything else, a fifth person made himself present. This one however, was a familiar face. It was Achille Nadeau

" Roi damn it, Achille, how in dearest sakes you found me? Here I was, doing my best to escape the clutches of your dictatorship, before you came. " he said, leaving a short laughter afterwards, suggesting a joke, or his attempt at irony.

" It's good to see you, mon ami. I assume you're here for your own plans, non?
Nonetheless, allow me to present you the men behind me." he said patting Achille on the back and gently pushing him in the "center of attention"

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[Aazalot]

Voncloud nods, shaking the Drs hand as his memory decides to catch up and remind him who he was talking to.

"Of Course, my apologies for not remebering initially"
He would smile at the mention of the logistical mistake and manages a chuckle
"Yes..a fortanate mistake on your part, but one that opened relations i hope"

He sips the wine he had, he couldn't help notice that he had been noticed by the others, bowing his head he apologises

"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. Jerard Voncloud of OSI"
the fox introduced to the others, the sooner he knew who was who, the easier this would be for him.

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[Littleone]

James slowly pulled his Conference into the hanger and put it down, he whispered a few words to his engineer, and then set off to the Zenarch. After getting lost a few times, he finally arrived, looked around, and realised he knew no one there. He approached a likely looking man and said, "I'm here for the meeting, am I in the right place?".

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[Eduard]

Still analyzing Voncloud from head to toes, it took him a minute or two to realize he was actually talking to him.

" Excuses-moi? Ah, Bonjour! There is no need for excuses. Robert d'Autoine, Head Councilor of the Commonwealth. Most... Pleased to meet you! "

He noticed a familiar face appearing in the Amphiteatre, one who he didn't manage to remember. Though he knew he saw it somewhere, in the communications or somewhere.

"Excuses-moi, monsieurs, I will have to temporary leave you with each other for a few minutes. Hope you do not mind. " He said, tilting his hat to them and then working his way to the newly arrived individual.

" Bonjour. Robert d'Autoine. Head Councilor of the Commonwealth. You must be... ? "

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[Littleone]

"James", he replied, "James Little". He held out his hand. "d'Autoine, eh? Well, we must talk business!" With his free hand, he gestured towards a quieter area.

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[Eduard]

" James? " He wondered.

" I remember! My desk managed to pick up one of your transmissions. How do you manage now? " He asked while shaking his hands with him.

He then left himself guided by James' hand gesture

" Biensur, I feel I could use a little bit of silence. Last time I've seen so many new faces was when I was watching my cousin's release

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[n00bl3t]

A superbly overdressed gentleman passed Parkes in the Zenarch. He gave a slight, unfamiliar nod.

"Is that even a Zoner? I thought I escaped Bretonia's nobility years ago." Parkes chuffed at the overindulgence in appearance.

"Gallic wine? Aren't we considered targets of their infinite navy? Did these borderworld Zoners steal it?" He entertained a few ideas before pouring himself a glass. He had heard The Nine recently got a shipment of it too, but he hadn't been inclined to make the trip to the bar just for wine.

He didn't need to worry about how they got it. He could simply lay back and enjoy the few pleasures in life.

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