Emergency Session Of The Hall Of Speakers

[*Nimiane]

Odette's silence finally broke with hushed words from the nearby Tahir, leaning toward him so that she might speak soft reply against scarred digits that rested thereupon her lips. "So it would seem," she agreed in earthy tone, head tilted in the Jann's direction without the shift of her gaze from the now-empty podium.

"Deflection was t'be expected, naturally. Though I would argue th'constance of speakin' out of turn tips th'scales somewhat. Regardless, ain't nothin' more t'do but watch an' see how it pans out." The huntress herself evidently had little interested in the distractions of SIGIS and, beyond the keen observation of interactions, seemed wholly focused on the task at hand.

"We'll see who is next t'speak..."

[*LiquidDreamer]

Factol Karan hasn't moved yet, still seated in serious pose. After Vicky and her friend makes her speech, he does have an assistant come over to him where he whispers into his ear for a few seconds, then the assistant takes his sign, rips off the current "make it rain candy again" sign and scribbles a new sign that he hoists up for everyone to read.

"Where is the dolphin and more tomatoes!" is what the sign now reads. The assistant holds up proudly.

[*Hydra]

Kala rested her chin over her hand, tapping her fingers as the storm of chaos initiated by the Doomguard and continued by the Xaos went on. She however smiled and nodded when factor Quinn spoke.

[*edmaster44]

Vicky The Fiendling or was it Kishliana? who cares makes her way back to her seats with the rest of her fellow Choasmen! "We have more Tomatoes here next to my Pony Stabbletes, for the after party supper! We have the base and none of it is Spoiled! Can't say the same for the ones we put under the seats."

[*Serena]

In the meantime, among the Fated, Rhistel seems to be really appalled by whatever he has found in those documents, on his face the same annoyed expression of one who has opened a drawer only to find that all the socks were not properly matched.
Rolling his eyes, he closes the folder and turns to look for the Namer again

"Please find me this incompetent, and make sure all his other works are brought to my desk," he mutters briefly, resigned at the additional work he knew was going to be waiting for him later.
He then finally turns his attention to the podium again, still empty, then at the new Xaos sign.

"Clearly no one else wishes to state anything. We should just move on instead of wasting time," he sighs out, then just bends to reach under his chair to come up with a single, red tomato

"Looks like some Signers are getting a little too focused here." He states, offering then the tomato to Miranda.

[*WhenWizardsWar]

Miranda seems more interested in the documents Rhistel was scouring for information, especially when he expresses dissapointment she tilts her head and looks ah him questioningly

As for the tomato handed to her, she simply chucks it over her shoulder dismissively.

[*wmw12]

*The drowess sits quietly, her usual notebook in her lap as she writes down accusations and so on in the event that the situation actually does get handed over to the Triad for dealing with. Though as the fruit begins to fly she glances first to Judge Seph and then to Xander before she pulls a rather heavy tome from her bag and slams it on the floor, making a rather loud noise, that resounds around the room. Though whether it's enough to pause the fruit and the general commotion remains to be seen*

[*Darkrob]

She would notice Garen sitting with an annoyed look on his face. He would be seen checking his pocket watch and leaning into whisper something to another Bureau Chief. She could barely make out a couple of the words which were 'Circus' and 'waste of ...'. He would seem to look approvingly at the 'shock' sound as it mimicked a Gavel sound meant to call to order

[*Springer79]

His eyes met Deltana's as she looked to him. Then nodded lightly to her as the tomb hit the ground with a loud, echoing thud. He then shifted his gaze towards the Speaker and removed his shades tucking them away. A steady gaze towards him with traces of disappointment about his expression.
His voice shouting out within the few seconds of silence that the thundering sound may have ushered in.

"You are encouraged to regain control of your hall... Speaker... Or encouraged to consider... handing it off to someone who can..."

[*wmw12]

*She nods to both Garen and Xander before her own eyes turn back to the Speaker*