<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/5yiYKJZ.jpg?1)</div><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/cblGJW3.jpg?1)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>NPCs- Bleach &amp; Tide</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Context</strong></td><td>Post Assembly</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Tagging</strong></td><td>Rusty &amp; Vanilja</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bleach's eyes widened as quickly as her grin as she listened to Vanilja.  Her mouth opened and closed a couple times, and a slightly amused/horrified Tide quietly spoke behind her.  "Oh no, here we go."  Bleached reached out and grabbed Vanilja's shoulders before exclaiming. "That's brilliant!  Why didn't I think of that?  I mean, they'd have to be short races since I don't think those things hold a lot of fuel, but it should be possible.  They have a guidance system on their somewhere, we can take one apart and find someone to hack in and make some kind of control.  Mine would be white, pure white like the sun."  She looked around and then shook her head.  "Wait, focus Bleach."  She let go of Vanilja but pointed imperiously at the other young woman.  "To be continued, we'll talk later."<br/><br/>While they were talking Tide offered his hand to Rusty.  "Name's Tide, pleasure to meet you.  Writing down a few notes about classmates, but mostly trying to collate all of the rumours about team selection, see if we can come up with some kind of strategy.  It sounds like the teams aren't easy to predetermine, but aren't entirely out of our control either.  Miss Control Freak over here wants to engineer her own team, so here we are.  How about you two, heard anything interesting?"  As people began to move towards the Ballroom they flowed around the small group without any seeming effort, like water sliding around a smooth rock they left the four speaking in a little bubble.