The city of Tianfal

Ceci looked at the representative and said, “Ceci, or, as Mr. Mal said, “Vice-Captain” Ceci. I don't like the name though. I prefer Ceci”
She looked around, waiting for the others to respond. She wondered who would be her partner or if she wouldn't get one, seeing as she was second-in-command

Chenelle had been sitting silently in a corner opposite the door, seemingly unnoticed, or just ignored by everyone else. She had payed attention to the recordings, perhaps a little more than everyone else. When those weren't playing though, she was observing the others as they.. reacted to the situation.

Sam looked up from her computer and gave him a sarcastic wave. "Shouldn't the leader already know our names? Huh I guess they'll give these jobs ta just 'bout anyone these days." Sam scoffed before looking back at her screen.

"I'm Sam, proud representative from Pinnacle Corp. I'm also rather busy actually doing work so if y'all don't mind, don't bother me unless the room's about ta explode or zombie monkeys are about ta invade or someone else decides to show up late. Thanks." She said, not looking up at them as she spoke.

"Influence, Magi Corp," Influence admitted, glancing towards Sam, then Vox, "and as for choice in leader, I guess Captian Vox is new at this considering that he is late."
Influence's lazy smile grew along with Vox's annoyance.

Shiro put her phone away and rested her head on her right arm when she was pointed at, she ignored the girl and watched everyone's conversations.

She wasn't fond on following orders from an... Idiot like this Vox. What kind of leader shows up to a meeting late?

Although Shiro did not give away her thoughts by her expression, the way she tapped her fingers on the table, the way she slightly slouched over and her lazy head tilt was enough to indicate she was not impressed. At all.

*seeing as the room lightened up with the appearance of Vox, Malvia gave a kindes smile to the DJ and his funny helmet. Flashing short glances, almost glares at Influence and Sam as if to tell them to ease up on the poor team captain, Malvia hopped down from the table and extenyes his left arm the young man, before realising that it was his hand fron which sharp metallic claws extended from each finger tip through the black leather glove.* "whoops sorry, I forgot that it's the other now..." *quickly he pulled his left back to the pocket of his blue jacket and gave Vox his right, white leathered hand their time, showing an amused apologetic smile and a chuckle.*
"Well, I'm Malvia Frostwood, from the foreign land of Luxia. Please call me Mal' like the others. Glad to have you with us Captain, we where starting to get dangerously bored in here !"

Vox put a hand on his chest, flattered by this gesture--albeit, overly so. Red hearts appeared on his helmet screen, signifying his appreciation. Soon he took the other's hand and shook it rapidly.

"Well, I'm glad I made it here! I almost died cause one guy tried switching lanes two feet in front of me!" He paused, reminiscing. "And don't worry guys, I am totally qualified for this. I used to be in the police force!" There was another pause, as an exclamation point appeared on his helmet now.

"Oh! Why don't I all fix us up a cool theme song, too?"

*the ghostly looking young man snickered a little as he sat back on the table raising hands and shoulders as he explained.*
"Not to sound like a buzzkill ô my captain, but well.. everyone here already has a playlist... and the only things they want to listen too are their order.. " *He looked around with his mischief-filled green eyes and locked his gaze on Ceci.* "or am I wrong here ?" *turning back over his left shoulder* "Inf' you want to get out of here too right ?"

Sam opened up the saved recording of the video and began to replay it, this time watching the code scroll by as the video played. In the last moment of the video, she paused it and managed to capture an interesting display of code, including the signal that it came from. Unfortuantly it seemed like the signal had been pre-recorded, so she could only trace it back to the room they were in, but she did get some other information that came from the code.

"'Oi, I dunno what y'all are talking about but if ya care, I can't track the signal. It was pre-recorded and sent to play when the computer recognized there were five people in the room so I can only trace it back to the room. That bein' said, it looks like it was recorded 'bout four days ago. I dunno what good that does but..." She trailed off, shrugging her shoulders and closing her computer. She put it back into her bag and walked over to the projector, grabbing the small device she had used and putting it into the pocket of her jacket.

"Of course I want to leave," Influence started, " But ain't that the Captain's job? And Sam, at least you tried, right? Better than the rest of us who just watched and waited. Great thinking either way. Regardless, we can go whenever now?"
Influence finally sits up, a gleam of excitement in his eyes as he adjusts his headgear again.

Vox tapped his chin (or at least, the place where his chin would be), thinking for a moment. Then he put a finger up. "Well, if everyone's ready, then we can get rolling! I can fill you in on the details as we go." He paused.

"Oh and Influence? Hope you're not a bad influence on the team! Ha! Get it? ....Uh. I shouldn't make any puns anymore."

"Ah, puns are salvation, am I right?" Influence answered Vox. He then turned towards the lenses.
"Uh, any info Sam? You seem to be the hacker or something... Mal? Shiro? Ceci?"
Influence picks up the lenses and starts examining them.

"Oh yeah! Those are the cameras you guys are supposed to wear." Vox informed, walking over. He picked up the one with his name on it. "You have to wear 'em at all times. If you don't, I'll find you~!"

He let out a bout of hysterical laughter.

Shiro shot up in her seat and reached over, taking both her plate and lens. She hid the name sourly, and carefully eyed over the lens.

As soon as the lenses appeared, Sam stood up out of her seat and darted forward to the ones that had her name on them. She bent over to examine them closer and after blinking a few times, her enhanced vision was able to notice the thin almost invisible trail of circuits inside of the lenses. She turned around, her mouth open with a stinging accusation already forming in her mind, but Vox already was explaining the situation.

"Look, ya gotta be kiddin' me if ya think I'm about ta put on some tiny camera. That's a major breach o' privacy. I think I'll be fine without 'em, thanks." She stated matter of factly, crossing her arms across her chest and looking at Vox as though challenging him to say something.

"Oh, so someone somewhere is definitely a perv." Chenelle said with a snap of her fingers as she rose up from her chair. She had actually spoken, and that was what she said? She approached the table, picking up the lense beside the nameplate with her name. She tossed the lense up into the air, before catching it and returning to her seat.

Influence followed Sam's pursuit and places down the lenses. Better safe than sorry. He then proceeded to glance around the room for the other's options.

Ceci looked at the lens, and then at Vox, “We have to wear it all the time. No bathroom breaks allowed?” She started to walk towards them and picked up her lens, turning it this way and that, inspecting it.

The DJ shrugged.

"Yeah, sorry guys. Not my rules. Buuuut, look at it this way," He pointed to his helmet. "It's like my helm. I wear it all the time, never take it off--not even in the shower--and, I sometimes forget it's on my head! I don't even feel it!"

"Oh joy, my favourite," Influence then decides to place the lenses, also plancing a small item near on it, "Now I'm so stylish."
Influence places his hands under his head, fluttering his eyelashes... that he doesn't really have.