<div class="floatleft">(http://img233.imageshack.us/img233/4444/4066378thumb.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Lady Onyx</span></span><br/><em>Order Lead</em><br/><strong>STR: 6</strong><strong>SPE:  0</strong><strong>INT: 2</strong><br/><strong>DUR: 6</strong><strong>AGL: 0</strong><strong>PER: 2</strong><br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Situation Room, Hall of Order<br/><br/>She could not help but smile slightly at the exuberant young man. Her lips twist upwards slightly in a smile that she tried to force away, the conflict of facial muscles causing those lips to pucker sightly in an odd expression before melting away. Her dark eyes settle on the rather excitable young man as she follows the curve of the room around to join the small group that had already seemed to have formed.<br/><br/>"I will be running the meeting tonight. It seems I have been... drafted to be the interim 'leader'." Her hands actually move up, the bared palms a slightly lighter brown than the skin on the back of her hands, and the long arms that they are connected to looks worn with several callouses and scars noticeable from a distance. Two of her long, slightly bony-looking fingers on each hand make air quotes with the word 'leader'.<br/><br/>"Does anyone have the itinerary, or any sort of situation report on our readiness? And where is everyone else?" She begins to ask those already present. "And seeing as we really should get everything in order..." She pauses, rolling her eyes slightly at her own unintentional pun. "A working dinner would be best."