The Meeting of Minds - Month 1 (Open)

[seraaches]

It wasn't exactly a seedy pub, but the Card had certainly been in better ones in the Capital City. That was probably the only thing that blasted City had going for it. Then entire Capital was filled with idiots; he wouldn't be in the least bit surprised if he was dumbed down simply from going into the bloody town. He shook this off, however. He wasn't there now and that's all that mattered.

This was a meeting of minds; the most brilliant ones Corvistowne had to offer. They were meant to cover any and all topics scientific, and he was dreadfully pleased to have revived the old tradition. His lab was not suitable; it would have taken a bigger place by far to host the number he hoped would show. He had notes on his own latest experiments in case anyone wanted to read them and reflect on his brilliance. He was ready; now he just needed the masses to come to the Hypotenuse's Angle.

(( Open to any Corvies! <3 ))

[seraaches]

He almost hadn't come. There were going to be other people here, and that wasn't just frightening, it was terrifying. But. But. There was science to be had here. His family had once hosted these sort of scientific gatherings in their large, well-appointed home. They had been very well attended. But his father was distracted now that his mother was dead, and he didn't bother hosting them anymore. They seemed to have slipped from his father's thoughts. Thoughts, thoughts. Why had they slipped away?

Perhaps it was a subconscious decision. Yes, that seemed correct. Lord Charles had doted on Lady Anne Grey and she had been the light of any event.

Henry Cavendish, the son of this illustrious pair, had a sudden flash of panic. Was he making subconscious decisions right now? How? Why? Oh, chemical reactions! He bolted indoors before he even realized he was moving.

(( This may be one of the few ways for anyone to interact with Cavendish. *Coughs* xD;; ))

[Kari Muffin]

The Raccoon almost pranced down the road to the bar. He was humming to himself a cheerful tune. Tonight was a night when scientific minds met, or so he had heard. He wasn't sure if it was true or not--many people had pulled his leg before--but today he hoped would be different.

Everything in Corvistowne has a scientific name, this bar was no different. The raccoon raised an eyebrow as he slipped through the doors. What would this place hold for him? What people would he meet? Would there be anyone else there interested in flight? Perhaps there would be some pretty birds there--or some others with rather nice wings.

The bird-mouse walked through the streets with his sister by his side. She needed to be there to guide him to a certain point. She described everything to him as the walked, she said she would be waiting near by.

She tapped him on the check when they reached their destination. Slipping away he was left in front of the bar. If his Dad every found out about this he would explode. Oh well. Off to meet some smart people, right?

[seraaches]

It had been a few months since his trip to the Capital that had lead him to that particular cafe with the lousy service yet surprisingly interesting occupant. Whenever Rocco entered the tavern, Owen would recognize him, though his attention was first drawn to the child.

What in Suits' name was that monstrosity? And why was it here? His feathers ruffled up in agitation and the sparrow stalked quickly up to the bar, his metal feet beating a threatening rhythm across the solid, wooden floors. He stopped before the child, feathers still ruffled up.

"Where is your parent or guardian?" he snapped in his most condescending voice. "This is a meeting of Corvistowneians not. . . mixed children.." There was no way this. . . thing was a full-blooded Corvie and Owen was appalled and embarrassed that it was here.

The deer dashed inside, making his way unerringly to a dark corner where he stood with sides heaving and wings held just barely away from his body, as though they could protect him from the outside world.

[Kari Muffin]

Radz's ears twitched to the sound of metal on the floor. He tilted his head at the approach of someone, who proceeded to get angry at him for not being a Corvie.

He gave a small indignant huff. "I'm old enough to be on my own, and study for myself. Since mixed breeds aren't allowed I couldn't get my assistant to come."

"But I am a Corvie. My coloration is a mutation as far as my mother figured out. She's a pure blood Corvie named Elyse. If you don't know who that is... she's the daughter of the Queen of Clubs." The mouse gave a small smile at the sparrow. "Wouldn't you call me a somewhat successful experiment sir?"

Rocky perked as he looked as he heard the sparrow's voice. There were so many people with WINGS! He couldn't help but squee when he saw the white mouse eagle. That must have been Theofilus's grandson, right?

"He isn't lying," Rocky said with a smile as he padded over to the sparrow.

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Parsley slipped through the doorway, peering at the people inside. This wasn't a fantastic get together.

[Vyn]

A Meeting of Minds.

Ophelia hadn't seen or heard of these in such a long long time and it had been a true pity. If she wasn't so indulged in her work, she probably would have stuck a hoof out to do one of her own. As it is, she would be certainly happy to just attend and hear what was going on in the current world of Science (not to mention who was participating in it).

She had taken the time to, upon hearing of the convention, to alert Mephit and Severus though she couldn't really be certain that they would arrive. They both had their preoccupations and their distaste for social events. Whatever suited them, she supposed. For the time being, however, neither appeared to be there.

The doe entered near a squirrel with faerie wings just in time to hear a familiar voice defending an odd white and wine-colored...Corvie? Interesting. "Nice to see you again, Rocky." Ophelia called in way of greeting.

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Hatter was excited, a meeting of minds! He took his bipedal form for once, not wanting to draw an overly amount of attention of himself, and trotted happily into the room with the bright-eyed Doorie at his heels. There were some familiar faces, Rocky would probably recognize the Corvistownien secretary bird from all the times he had been stuck with Kaden in all of his joyous chaos.

And Ophelia! The multicolored man could have glomped her on the spot. She'd changed so much since they'd parted ways! <3333

The bird's two-toned eyes danced over the room, taking all the interesting strangers in. There was so much to look at! A boy with way too many wings to be normal and!!!! A BIRD WITH MECHANICAL LEGS. Hatter squeed inwardly and resisted running up to ask half a million questions. He'd save that after a bit of talking and chatter and all that good stuff.

And... Parsley? He should have expected to see that the boy had finally left the Wood and come 'home'. He smiled to himself, but continued to meander to the back until he almost stumbled into a rather paranoid-looking winged-buck. "Hi~"
(I'm so sorry the poor boy has to get stuck with Hatter XDDD)

[seraaches]

Name-dropping didn't quite quell the sparrow, though he was looking at the child perhaps just a tad less distastefully. He had to admit that the boy was quite the sight-- and he would dearly love to prod at those strange empty eye sockets-- but he wasn't entirely certain /he/ would refer to the child as a successful experiment. He knew some other Corvies who would, however, and in that aspect he couldn't argue.

Before he really gathered his thoughts to reply they were interrupted and the Diamond frowned up fiercely at the raccoon who would do such a thing. The look twisted from severe disapproval to a touch of confusion before finally clearing with recognition. Oh, yes, it was that man he'd met in the Capital. What was his name? Randy? No, but that was close.

"You know this child?" he said instead, disapproval still in his tone though he didn't realize that it was melting slowly away. Very slowly, like a glacier, but, still going.

The moments of watching others didn't exactly calm the stag, but he wasn't looking quite /as/ panicked until a large bird began making his way towards Cavendish's corner. His tail was tucked downwards, head up in the air in some semblance of control-- though really his thoughts were dancing around in a jerking, stilted series of trains that mostly revolved around why anyone was doing any of the things they were doing. When the secretary bird spoke to him, the deer let out a high-pitched sound that was somewhere between a screech and a whimper. WHY WAS THE MAN TALKING TO HIM?!

[Kari Muffin]

"Yes, he knows me. He's the family stalker." The mouse eagle said with a small grin.

Rocky proceeded to ignore the child, and answered the sparrow as smoothly as he could. Of course smooth and Rocky were two things that didn't exactly exist, but that wasn't here or there. "Yes, I know him. His Aunt used to come to me for rehabilitation due to her rather frail health, she needed a bit of extra help to fly. I'm sort of like a friend to the family."

The raccoon's cheer was hard to beat, and then he heard a familiar voice.

"Ophelia!" He exclaimed, his smile growing wider by the second. "It's wonderful to see you again!"

He could have squeed, but refrained for the sake of what little composure he actually had.

The seventeen year-old Fairy squirrel kept to the corner. He would watch a little while before sticking his nose into a place where it obviously didn't belong. Large groups of people were still awkward, even after he'd spent so much time out of the Wood and in the Capital. Of course there was a difference from walking through crowds and talking to them. Two people were fine, it was just when it was a little more than two.

[Vyn]

Ophelia, intrigued by the odd eyeless boy that Rocky appeared to be defending, made her way over to the group to see what was going on without actually sticking her nose in the thick of it. Not to mentioned, of course, that she hadn't gotten a chance to say anything to the 'generous' host.

So she tipped her head to the sparrow with the mechanical legs and returned her attention to peering around the room while she waited. Interesting bunch, though they were a small bunch, and oh... was that Hatter? She hadn't seen the old cook in a while, he'd been wandering a lot last she'd heard.

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Meanwhile, Hatter was fascinated by the paranoid lad that had shoved himself into a corner and appeared to be having a hernia from a simple greeting. Odd lad.

The Joker cleared his throat and smiled before trying again. "Hello? I'm Hatter, mechanics is my specialty... and you are?" Maybe a bit of prying would get... something? If not he could wander off and pounce Parsley or Ophe.

[Satra]

[Ah, a nice, slow-moving thread. XD *plunge!* ]

Ahh, Corvistowne. Such a beautiful place. The air smelled and felt so beautifully different almost as soon as she crossed over the border. The chemicals, the metal, the oil... Beautiful place.

She'd come to this specific part of town because she'd heard of some meeting or another. Hell, why not make a few new contacts? And if it just turned out to be another snooze-fest as these things usually were, she could always light something on fire and leave. It always seemed to work in the past.

She parked her bike outside. Hmm... perhaps she shouldn't make too much trouble. The engine was making a funny noise... She'd ridden it too long for one ride. The technology was still very new, so the machine was a bit high maintenance, but damn it all if she didn't love it.

She strode in the cafe, more than happy to lord her Human form over everyone else in the room. She was a little dirty and dusty from the ride and took care to wait until she was indoors to dust herself off.

"Howdy, y'all!" she greeted cheerfully, looking around the room. What an interesting array of folks. She was especially amused at the Bird cornering the cowering Deer.