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[center][h2][color=#406f40]Joel Shcroeder[/color] [/h2] [/center]
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Location: Town Center
Interacting With: Liam Matthews [@Pundii]
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Taking a few more puffs from his pipe, he held in place gently with his teeth as he stood, not wanting to worry about it unneededly occupy his hand. Buttoning his sports coat, he began to intently scan the crowds in search of the woman he saw just a few minutes prior. With little success, his eyes then began to scan for another person of his standard. He was fairly recognizable, especially given his signature "traveling" pipe, which was used explicitly during events similar to the one holding his attention. He assumed that their must have been other researchers attending, given that his seat was not the only one reserved with a name. Turning back to the chairs, he began to scan through them, wondering if their were any names he knew personally. While he was without such luck, he did recognize a few names from other conferences and things of the like, which would encourage the sight of a familiar face, if they ever showed up.

Turning back to the masses of commonfolk, all milling about and huddling together to whisper falsehoods, he resumed his scanning for someone to commune with. Failing to see much outside of the paranoid and terrified, he decided to walk about, hoping to yield better results. As he walked, his eyes fell onto the press section, taking note of the large, industrial generators, he presumed they would have been taking from the nearby hospital. Whether stolen or sanctioned was irrelevant to him, as he knew they would find a way to waste power on coverage regardless. 

As he walked, he faced several judgmental, quizzical glances that he was far from unfamiliar with. His height alone could easily prompt such gazes, but in collaboration with the pipe in his mouth and his cool demeanor, he stood out noticeably so among the crowds of frantic civilians.  

He attention returned to the press section as he watched a younger man power off the generators, then spoke powerfully to the surrounding and now attentive press members. Making his way towards them, he took a few long, deep draws from his pipe, smoking dancing from his mouth into the wind before dissipating slowly into transparency. Soon he could hear the final statements from the gentleman, whose words made the term gentle a bit ironic. He had seen many a threat of aggression in his time, primarily in New-York, and had found it was easy to decipher a bluff from a preemptive observation, and this young man stuck him as a user of the latter.

Observing the young man from a short distance of a few meters, he lowered his chin, nodding to him as he took another slow drag of his pipe.