The Fontana Summit

[Reeves]

It was like looking into a mirror for a moment. Fake smile and impeccable manners that came from a routine burned into the brain rather than a position of respect or sincerity. Regardless, Morreti once more rose to his feet but stayed within the general vicinity of his seat while facilitating a firm handshake.

"Likewise, Senator. By all means please take a seat and fetch yourself something to eat or drink." The dull formalities were at least an opportunity to study the people trickling in, to get a measure of people like this doppelganger. Though for his part, Damien was dressed in the now-iconic white and red of the LFR, a blue medal hanging from the neck of his uniform among several other small pins and ribbons to denote service in either a particular campaign or endeavor.

Keeping this colorful bunch of guests from using the utensils provided as weapons was surely going to be a hassle. Damien was already mentally preparing himself for tantrums and demands, as well as the means by which he could defuse or otherwise detract from subjects that were irrelevant to the agenda up for discussion.