<strong>Location:</strong>Feast Hall<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Whomever about<br/><br/>Several seconds after Lover has taken her leave of the cushions, there's a sudden sound of fingers snapping.  "Oh hey, my fingers work now!" Howls announces, delighted and surprised.  He looks about for other people to share his revelation with; seeing everybody present, wonders, "Oh hey, are we going now?"<br/><br/>Further ahead in the line, Samaro heaves a sigh, not looking back...<br/><br/><br/>---<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Upper Platform<br/><strong>Tags:</strong>Others Present<br/><br/><br/>"Would that it were so simple an indulgence that motivates me," Anjushri answers Chorgath, smiling gently as she touches him on the shoulder.  "Some pleasures I've given up for a time in order to focus on more needful things, but I wouldn't turn down the chance for conversation with proper peers..."<br/><br/>Ruby skips over to her (sibling/cousin/twin/clone) and wraps the other girl up in an enthusiastic tackle-hug, taking her blue-clad counterpart by surprise with a squeak and a squeal and then promptly drags the other girl off to the other side of the platform for hushed conversation out of immediate earshot.  Anjushri doesn't pay them much mind as she turns to Sanger and offers the same namaste-bow.  "You must be Sanger, then.  I'm glad to hear you were successful-- Panali had a talent for finding things others don't want found long before I knew her," she adds with a laugh, "so I'm glad she was able to put it to good use."<br/><br/><strong>"You have a lively retinue, Bodhisattva,"</strong>Willing Suicides observes pointedly, glancing briefly over the two other girls as he moves to take a cushion.<strong>"Are they all... yours?"</strong><br/><br/>"As much as your own retinue belongs to you, my friend," Anjushri answers, a light shrug on her shoulders.  "You were three hundred and twelve when last we met-- how many do you count now?"[/b]<br/><br/><strong>"Seven Hundred Sixty Two Willing Suicides,"</strong>the deathknight answers in ritual monotone.<strong>"You remember,"</strong>he adds, surprised.<br/><br/>"I never forget a charmer.  Please, make yourself comfortable, Suicides."  She gestures broadly to the cushions, then bends over to pick up the stick that the blue-clad servant has left behind.  "You come to the quick, Sanger," the Bodhisattva says, eyes straying to the rod in her hands.  "Yes.  I do have... tentative observations and thoughts on why things are going as badly as they have been.  Speculations as to what might have started this fire, though, are outweighed by the need to suppress it..."