User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2015/@comment-24422626-20151029050639


 * Glaive cringes ever so slightly as he watches the effects of his call on Goldfin's speech. He sets his communicator down on the desk and switches camera angles to keep an eye on both Goldfin and the crowd.*

Hey, Lucid.

Lucid: Snore...  Mom...

Glaive: Plainclothes are in the closet. Would you go down to the convention center and keep an eye on Goldfin?

Lucid:  Back row?

Glaive: All she needs.

* Lucid murmers something about wanting a high-tech ceiling star projector anyway and slides out of bed.*