The library room was set. There was coffee-the just not quite burnt-and tea-the tastes just like plant dust kind-sitting on a table in the corner of the meeting room. The table in the room was surrounded by a dozen chairs. Far more than Nous expects to have attend. Who wants to actually sit and talk about the Lex when it's going to be up to the desires of five individuals who are tasked with doing what is right and best for the city. She isn't one for a democracy, but that doesn't mean it isn't good to hear what everyone is saying.
She's arranged for the library's Ray Bradbury collection to be wheeled into the room. Something Wicked This Way Comes is sitting on the top next to Fahrenheit 451. Sure, there won't be time to read them all (well, there could be, but that's a really bad idea to mess with time in public). It's more to set the mood and provide the small excuse Nous needs to have this in the library meeting room. Because it's low maintenance. What they're doing is dangerous and unsavory. Always.
She also has copies of the Lex. They are numbered and bound in folders so that there is no way they can leave them behind. Twelve in total she has. They are stacked nicely in a pile on the corner of the table awaiting the night's attendees.
She stands and paces with a cup of steaming hot tea in her hand, the purple sweater and jeans showing she's trying to be relaxed about the serious job she's doing. It's no matter to relax about, so she continues to pace. She just hopes the fledgling network of postings and word of mouth can get the right people here tonight.
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