The community center wasn't a particularly<em>nice</em>building, but it was<em>big</em>, and it would have to do. Sophronia had made her court in the very hall where she had experienced her apotheosis. The floor had been covered over with scavenged rugs, a dais had been built at the far end, and a large and imposing desk and nice chair had been acquired to be placed upon it. On one level Sophronia knew that the monarchical theater of it all was a bit silly and even vain, and yet... Well, she had the power to do it, and quite frankly, she<em>was</em>vain. Sitting on her makeshift throne and handing out edicts gave her a thrill. And it's not like it was a one sided arrangement. Her subjects, as she had begun thinking of them, were profiting well enough, and would soon profit even more if she had anything to say about it. And she did.<br/><br/>Already the spaces on either side of the center aisle were filled with piles of supplies, weapons, and ammunition. Everything her little enclave needed to ride out this period of unrest. Sophronia had found that with a bit of will, she could convince even inanimate objects to, for lack of a better term,<em>breed</em>. Where first there was one box of bullets, a minute later there were two. Then three, then four. In a few hours they had gone from most of her soldiers being armed with bats and knives to every single one of them having a rifle and sidearm with plenty of ammunition for both. The same trick applied to jugs of water, cans of food, and almost anything else. Besides serving her ego, the large room allowed her to breed a veritable cornucopia of goods while doing other business.<br/><br/>She had been in the middle of daydreaming about the different kinds of societies she might build when one of her guards rushed in and said something about an envoy. "An envoy?" She asked quizzically. "Is it the government here at last?" If it was, that might be a problem. She wasn't sure that her power was secure enough to survive reintegration so soon. Either way it didn't matter. If they were here, then she would just have to deal with it. "Send them in."<br/><br/>OOC: Sophronia will be using her influence to, first, make sure that her little fief runs flawlessly and without dissent. Her designated representatives are obeyed without question and everyone works diligently. Second, to make sure that via luck, wealth, and fertility, they find enough to both survive and keep themselves protected. I feel like these should both be considered plausible in the given circumstances, and since it's a small number of people, would be 1 influence each. If she can only manage one, having enough to get by takes priority.