Octavia continued clutching her forehead for a minute or two as things went on as what she assumed was normal for the club. Before she spoke, she had to gather her wits. Cursing and hollering was [i]not[/i] her ideal first impression, so she had to run straight back to the attitude she had in front of the room. She would drag that Octavia back kicking and screaming if she had to, and revise her entrance as best she could. She would show them all the true power of a proper lady; the power to act wonderfully delightful even if you wanted to shout your head off.

"Mm. yes," Octavia managed to grunt, "an ice pack would be, ugh, absolutely lovely, miss club president."

She forced a polite smile onto her lips, and looked around at perhaps the most mismatched group of people she had ever seen. She had trouble imagining that every last one of these people was into the occult, and due to their comments it seemed like the group had its fair share of skeptics like herself. Octavia, of course, didn't believe in such things. She had decided to join on the simple basis that every other club seemed terribly dull and boring, and ghost hunting seemed exciting even if they never saw one.

Octavia looked at Seiko and then at Mitsuko and added, "I will stay afterwards as well, to hear what I missed out on. I will admit my hesitance to listen to a speech that ended in a stapler being lobbed at the door, but I will attribute that to the quality of the person who threw it rather than the quality of the provided information. I am in your care."

Octavia bowed politely, hoping to regain a couple of ojou-points.