awsmack says:
You awake late - 8AM, several hours later than usual - and make your way down to breakfast. Once finished, you grab a Checkered Cab and head to the conference for its final day. You smile to yourself excitedly about the opportunity to see Elias speak today, and, more importantly, for him to reveal what mysterious evidence he has on far-reaching Egyptian influences later tonight in his hotel room.
OOC:
I'll assume you either didn't see or are fine moving this along until later in the day.
, you spend the day perusing the various exhibits you didn't get to yesterday and answering a variety of pseudo-intellectual questions from the sycophants you typically get at this sort of thing. Nevertheless, you're having difficulty concentrating on the events at hand, eager to hear and speak again with Jackson.
At 6PM, you gather in the large auditorium for his scheduled presentation; the hall is packed, and there's a visible energy in the room.
10 minutes pass...
...now 20 minutes...
By half-passed, the room begins to get restless. An elderly gentleman dressed smartly in a brown woolen suit and bow tie ambles up onto the stage to address the crowd:
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry to inform you that Mr. Elias will not be joining us this evening..." he glances at the clock overhead then at the other administrators somewhat flustered before adding
"...due to, um, personal reasons." There is an audible grumble in the audience that drowns out the old man as he thanks all the attendees and staff for a successful convention and good wishes until next year's. Finally, seeing that the disappointment wont subside, he grasps the handrail and descend back to the floor, pushing his way through the crowd and out the back of the hall.
