Wandering back in to the hall, Violet rubbed her nose... sun cream might have been a good idea.
Throwing a glance accross the room Violet could see a number of new arrivals. She recognised Mr Hebishima, talking quietly with what looked to be a Brotherhood representative. Other Kusarians, employees of the Takarabune Conglomerate and Samura could be identified by their uniforms and insignia. She picked out a group of Cretians furiously working their way through the tapas table, and strode over to them.
Gliding up to the table and selecting an unidentifiable, but delicious-smelling, item from one of the large terracotta plates Violet addressed one of the Corsairs, "Hiya, so, you got any idea why we're all here?"
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