Seemingly late to the party Satoru arrived in his normal robes, glass covered eyes surveyed the room critically for a moment noting the faces and placement. He bowed tonthe group "Afternoon, This one is Kuchiki Satoru Doctor of Unit 137. A pleasure."

He would wait to be given leave to sit after introducing himself.

"Grab some real estate", Shokomaru welcomed him. "There's tea, sake soon. Dinner menu there too, have a look. It's all taken care of."

He looked at Shirokiku, leaning his head into the palm of his hand, looking lazily.

"And how does one win a miai?" he gave Katsuo a look now. "Nakodo-san, your assessment?" slight smirk.

"Ah, a man of culture." Katsuo quipped. "Welcome, welcome. Grab a seat, we won't bite." he added, flashing the newcomer a grin. "At least, not here, neh." The Spider nakado winked at Nara who had a reputation for being all sorts of nuts. He was not surprised to see her here, figuring that her lord was doing the utmost to brush certain incident under all the tatami in the world. Thus passes worldly glory, as they say. "I will let Daigotsu-sama to do the introductions, he's the host, yes?" Katsuo turned to the Daigotsu commander.



"How does one win? By finding an acceptable match, I would think. Someone vigorous and full of life. If we talk about women, you might also want to look at their hips, or ask them about their siblings. If you catch my drift. Men, well. I am sure you all know a fit man when you see one, yes? "

Somehow Shokomaru's player had deleted the introductions from his previous post, so the Spider Chuui made them now.

He assumed he would know who Nara was due to her circumstances.

He was either overly polite, or perhaps nervous, or both, but with every new entrant, he stood, bowed, and sat.

When tea was poured for him, he thanked Daigotsu Katsuo. "From what Inunderstand, we should be looking to either draw closer to the Imperial houses, or further strengthen our current alliances, yes? Reach out from there to others who may further gain us political strength and resources?"

Between sips, Shirokiku gives an acknowledging nod to both Katsuo and Ryuu. "Pretty much - as long as we don't chase the same partners and remember to not get sent back in disgrace, with our numbers we should be able to bring a sizeable haul back to the web."

"Only so many Imperials bothered to drag their asses here, alas." Katsuo replied dryly, rolling his neck as he did so. "And we have plans for the one that did, so Daigotsu-san does not have to worry about him." Reaching for the tea, he poured a cup for Satoru. "There's quite a few Cranes here. Maybe something you could look into." Licking his lips, he looked Ryuu markedly, Katsuo huffed. "Though, I recommend you sample the goods beforehand when you can."

"Do not forget to also prioritize shugenja in seeking out partners and avoid any physical or mental defects. We want to bring good genetic material back to the clan." Satoru said in a flat voice as he sipped his tea.

Well, all the archetypes of a staff meeting are here. The prickly shit heel who doesn't care what leaves his lips, the suck up, the clueless dreamer with no sense of what works and what doesn't, then everyone else who just wants to keep it short because they have Fantasy Flight matches to play in the chow hall.

Shokomaru was certain his fellow Spider added up to more than that, but he was seeing a pattern that he's seen at his own meetings and those with battalion command. He stopped leaning on his hand and sat up to drink his tea.

"Haven't met any Imperial, though I hear it's some Seppun vassal, eh? Well, I'm sure there's big fish to catch, but I imagine most everyone here will be marrying low or equal. Sounds nice."

"At least if you are one yourself, yes. But any strong blood will do." Katsuo licked his lips once more. "Really shame with the Crab, I saw this one Kuni girl and she looked really, how would I put it, feisty. Shame that we cannot make them see the light of our Blessed Lord." Taking sip of his tea, the nakado turned to Satoru. "You wouldn't happen to have suitable test kit with you? Diagnostic tools? OOC: You don't.



"Well, that fishy happens to be related to daimyo of the Hanako and while the Hanako are no Otomo, he is still very much of the blood. Slightly thin blood, but blood nonetheless. However, that decision is way beyond my duties or pay. Daigotsu Ayumi-sama surely has her reasons." Even if she didn't have, he was in no place to tell her off.

"Obviously", he replied simply. He saw a servant in the hall bow. He did a head count and he nodded.

"Drinks are on the way, should only be missing one or two more. Before we get back down to serious matters, what do you all do for fun?"

"Apologies Daigotsu-sama, the required tools for proper diagnostics and screening would require a full lab. I brought some medical supplies but they would be insufficient for what you are talking about."



"I tend to study new things, medical and not anything that catches my fancy. I also play fantasy flight to unwind."

"Hello! I'm Susumu Nara!" She introduced herself, bowing again before finding her spot.



"I don't bite people, I shoot people. And by people I mean demons on my show" Nara frowned "the demons bite people!"

She paused again as more spoke, adding "I'm here to get married. I don't know who to! Should I pick someone at random? I haven't met an Imperial before, I can poke him to see if he's good people or not. I know good people" she grinned a little more now "heee, I'm sure Imperials are good people! Maybe a bit boring and snobby but they have Emperor blood so not their fault. Right?"

Shokomaru just smiled, leaning his cheek to his hand again and watched the show that was Nara. He knew who she was, who in Spider space wouldn't? He'd managed to catch some of the show last year in the weeks between garrison duty and his other deployment. He had no idea she'd be this entertaining, however.

He was curious what Katsuo would say.

Tsugiharu had been hanging back for the important people to speak...but following Nara was just too good of an opportunity to pass up.

"I am Kuchiki Tsugiharu. I would say it's fair to say my interests follow roughly along the lines of my fellow Kuchiki." he offered.

He rubbed the shiny new Hyper Stars Dance Pin on his collar.

"Though I've already had some luck with impressing a rather pretty Crane girl with my dancing skills, so I guess you can tell us apart that way."

Either fashionably or purposefully late, the newest arrival to the lunch was dressed in some serviceable clothing. He was wearing a sealed matte-black helmet that obscured his facial features, the only sound coming from the man the sound of recycled air and his footsteps.

Seeing many of his fellow Spider already pleasant, the man gave a bow and waited for a lull in conversation to introduce himself.

"Susumu Geppu, Magistrate Corps."

He blinked slowly, before picking up his cup. "Understood, Daigotsu-sama." Whether or not he personally judged the word choice wasn't apparent.

His spectral ancestor was appalled.

"Susumu-san", Shokomaru welcomed him and gestured to some floor space he could find a cushion on. He then went through introductions for what he thought might be the last of them.

"We were just sharing around our hobbies, or what we do for fun. Knowing who has a talent for something among us is important, as it can be helpful if we find a good match."

He would of course bow to each when they are introduced and then take a seat on a cushion so as to not further impede conversation by standing and forcing the others to look up to him.



A pause for a moment before a slow nod and Geppu speaks, his deep baritone filtering through a bit more through the helmet than usual.

"The blade rasps loudly,
Crimson spray falls to the ground,
Like autumn leaves...

[[Artisan: Poetry 43, because Orokos is a troll.]]

"An excellent poem, Susumu-san." He nodded to his fellow Obsidian Magistrate. "Excuse me. Daigotsu Ryuu, Doshin, OM office, Shiragiku." He took another sip from his tea. "As for my hobbies, I dabble in performance arts. I enjoy big game hunting." He then retreated back into his seat, unblinking eyes focused on the group.