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| - Spring Dome Amphitheatre Cut into the side of one of the sloping green hills of the Spring Dome is a large, granite brick amphitheatre bearing similarities to the ancient Grecian performing spaces on Earth. The seating follows the downward slope of the hill on three sides until it reaches a level hollow that houses the stage. Usually a simple tarmac slab, the stage has been fitted with a steel scafolding from which several hundred plasma lanterns of alternating colors have been hung. O1-ex609 continues its survey of the scene. William is standing a few feet below the two CSIS officers by the gate, eight officers of similar gear spread around the rim of the amphitheater. Porter walks into the amphitheater, sees Staunton sitting near the back and makes his way toward her, a couple of drinks in his hands. He offers one to the Major. "Coffee?" Rytorth stays curled up in her seat, watching the stage. Staunton accepts the offer gratefully, cupping the seaming mug in her hands and sitting back. "Yes thanks." Nemoni Light Cruiser focuses a tiny camera on the stage, which makes minute adjustments now and then. Kastaprulyi glides over the arm of the chair to hover above the seat next to Rytorth. William taps his commlink receiver nestled in his left ear another series of times. "Temple in sector delta, somebody get backstage and ask if Carazz requires an escort back to the Minerva. And I'm still waiting for that VES list." Porter nods, settling into the seat next to Staunton and looking down at the stage. Rytorth tastes the air, not noticing Kasta. Ezekiel remains quiet, eyes on the stage. Jehanelin blinks, and her eyes turn fiery at the sight of someone heading for the front. Seated also at the front, although at right on the edge, Jehanelin taps Zeke's shoulder and points at Sundez. "If he starts a protest here like he did back home, could you break a piece of him and send him to medbay for me." Volanta slowly turns to Volidana once more. ~Sorry again. I seem to be far too popular today.~ He sends with a bit of a smile. Sundez suddenly looks very suprised, and stands up. He rapidly moves towards the exit, with a worried look on his face. Rytorth glances over to Nel and Zeke, hissing with relief as Sundez goes away. Volidana smiles up at Volanta, green aura bright ~Let's hope this encounter is more enjoyable than our last~ she sends Ezekiel grins at the retreating Sivadian, "Looks like he wet himself just seeing us." Porter takes a sip of his coffee, then looks toward Staunton, a faint smile on his face. "I heard you didn't exactly get off to the best possible start with the new Mystic on board." ~I'm too confused about what exactly that was to feel one way or another about it.~ Volanta sends to Volidana, aura flickering with a few bits of muddy brown. He shakes his head in disapproval at the thought. A generic CSIS security officer descends the steps, objective apparently backstage. She passes the individual clusters of people with indifference. Jehanelin grins, watching Sundez leave obviously satisfied with the results. The tattooed Vollistan girl reaches Volanta and Volidana eventually - her aura dims back into steady featureless green once she catches site of them and remains that way until she closes. she says in Volspak to the pair, Her tone is rather dull.
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