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[gabriel_tam]

Everything about the opening ceremonies for the new Family and Life Support Center is tastefully coordinated in order to appeal to a wide variety of supporters and clientele both.

There's a large platform stage, of course, with tables for speakers and dignitaries set on either side of the center podium. Row upon row of chairs are arranged in gentle arcs between carefully-laid-out aisles, for the ease and convenience of the listening audience.

At the same time, the event planners had been wise enough to realize that the multitude of children expected would never be able to sit still for speeches, and as a result the Center's grassy courtyard holds a small-scale fair, complete with booths and prizes, food and games and all sorts of fun.

Adults and children wander freely back and forth, enjoying the event.

It's a beautiful day.

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[wolflord_andain]

Galadan's nostrils flare, and his winter-grey eyes catch the light oddly as he turns his head to survey the stage and its environs.

Everything is where it should be, so far. But, as ever, the Wolflord does not trust that this trend will continue.

Particularly not in light of all the muttered whispers he and Gabriel's other particularly clever aide-de-camp have run across.

Their very contradictory nature is what makes him so suspicious--someone seems to have disseminated a few too many rumors. But which are the fabricated ones?

Doubtless before today ends, at least a few of them will have been found out.

And it has been some time since Galadan has tasted blood.