A rather haggard-looking donkey rushes through the doors to the crashing of cymbals and a roll of tympani. A mortified look crosses his face as everyone stops to gape at him.
"I'm not too late, am I? For the orientation, I mean?" He gestures at the empty air over his head. "I overslept. It's the drums, you know? They don't let me keep regular hours."
Those that listen carefully can hear a definite drumbeat surrounding him. It's a samba.
The stares persist. Not hostile, just curious, but uncomfortable nonetheless. "I'll just be over here," he says, pointing towards the buffet, "if anyone needs me."
(OOC: Scott & Tony -- You fellas stole another one of my ideas with this, BTW. But I hadn't run or participated in a forum RPG before, so I'll let it slide.
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