The Zoner Conference

[Camtheman]

Marvin lumbered out of the shuttle, walking up the pathway to the Doc's mansion, eyeing people talking, many of whom he'd never seen before.

In fact, he hasn't really met any of the other Zoner leaders in person before, only through communications links. He supposes closeness with ones' fellow kind is one thing people sacrifice when they choose to associate themselves with a group so thinly spread across such vast distances.

"No thanks..." he said, as he walked by a servant of the Docs', offering a drink. While he respected the working man, Marvin would never pay for servants himself.

Too much overhead.

He soon found a bench to sit himself on, near where everyone else was waiting for the meeting to start, and did so quite happily. He wasn't one for big parties outside of a club atmosphere and was resorting to his usual strategy when dealing with large groups of people he doesn't quite know...

Lay low, observe, and try to blend in...