When Seis got the letter, they assumed that they must have been a mis-send of some sort, a mix-up within some weird mishap. However, Silence saw the letter and got excited, and said that they wanted to go.

Most likely to see if there would be free food.

Seis didn't mind going, really, as long as they went with some friends.

So, currently, the whole skittle squad is here:

Silence sniffing the air for food, Lumi distracted by his phone, Francis admiring the tower, and Seis leading the way nervously while holding the letter in hand.

They all seemed attached together by yarn bracelets, most likely so they wouldn't be split apart. However, each bracelet definitely has enough room for the teens to easily slip out of them, enough room so that a few of them have to hold onto the thin rope to even stay attached. The group is shuffling awkwardly, as teenagers attached by yarn bracelets do. It's a pretty funny sight to behold.

Seis is mostly planning on how to bring up that Galaxian may have sent the letter to the wrong address.



(Spec if you see this, it would be chill to add Kradly if you want since Lumi's there, obviously you don't have to XD)

Ark manifests himself here, grinning like a maniac as always. “Wonder what he’s gonna tell us?”

Ash appears, dressed in slightly finer garb than the usual. It looks akin to funerary suits, but mixed into the robes that the Rot Lord is so fond of wearing. Ash isn't one much for small talk, so instead of talking to people he clings onto the ceiling like a bat. His wings cling close around them, hooking together to form a cloak. They seem to be reading a journal, though it's hard to tell with the relatively low light.

Huck likely didn't notice at first, but at some point while traversing the tower, he began to hear another set of footfalls. The Darkest Devout is following behind the bushbeast, unable to go around him without being impolite, but not seeming to want to given his large size and quick step. She doesn't know where to go, so it's probably also following him because of that.

Huck's ears flicked backward as he finally caught the sound of someone behind him. He turned his head to look, and in doing so he managed to bump into the wall beside him. "Oh. Hello," he said, obviously extremely self-conscious. 

Chronos materialized next to Time and Critchun. She was standing normally, as since her recovery standing was much preferred to sitting in a wheelchair.

(Gonna wait one or two more days for Zane and/or Specter before starting)

The closer one gets to the building, the more there seems to be a scent of vanilla mixed with the slightly metallic odor emitted by the machinery. A strange sensation to be sure, though whether it is unpleasant would likely depend on the answerer.
The inside of the tower is dimly lit. Its entirety is also illuminated by the red hue surrounding the exterior, but one side is plainly darker than the other, which is dashed with faint lights of varying shades. 
In the central space of what is presumably the meeting space, there's a plain wooden table set up, though no chairs accompany it at the moment. For that matter, there are no accessories either, save for a single antique pitcher of water.

In the midst of the scene in the hallways, a young man weaves through the pecularity, giving brief instructions to those still heading to the meeting space. A telepathic "Please continue this way" is the most typical instruction given to those who still seem a bit unsure of their whereabouts, though he seems to prefer giving instructions to someone who doesn't need it over not giving it to someone who does, and a smile is given to all participants regardless of whether or not they need further help.
"Excuse me. The meeting space is situated in the center," he offers to Huck and the Devout as he carefully takes a standing position nearby the two. He seems to be actually speaking this time. "We apologize for lack of clarity within the instructions. This location is difficult to mark."

"All of those are the same for today," he answers smoothly. "You would reach your intended destination even if you were to turn and walk the opposite direction, so we hope you will not fret about your bearings."  
With that, he gives a smile and eases his way past the two, walking towards anyone else who may need help. 
...so, walk straight is really all he had to say. What a strange entity.

Time acknowledges Ash with a motion of his own.

"Dunno." He looks past Ark, staring at the empty table and the lonely water pitcher, "I you read the invitation though, I suppose it may be mostly a time to bring up subject that just need to be brought up. His eyes slyly dart over to Orphos, before looking back to Ark.

As if the very mention of topics is a cue of some sort, everyone on their way to the meeting space suddenly finds themselves within it regardless of their prior distance from the room. The uncomfortable nature of this sudden state of affairs is likely more than uncomfortable for some; not to mention, the sudden appearance of so many people in all directions, all at once, is likely unpleasant for a certain dealer god.
And in the space of what is presumably a sudden forced silence, rather akin to the sudden drainage of talk before a performance, a slight silhouette sidles out of an invisible corridor, his demeanor and smile impervious to the atmosphere of the space.
It's a bit brighter here now. Wider, too, it seems, even though simultaneously it feels as if nothing has changed. Regardless, the room is still awash in an unfading red light, which seems to muffle even the immortal's bright, sharp voice.
"Hello, everyone. I'm sorry for the wait," he starts. "I'm glad that you could make it here, and as I believe is customary, I want to respect your time. As such, I assumed that the start of the meeting should be made as soon as possible."
He bounds forward a bit, surveying the participants with a small smile, before he settles into a more formal pose, clasping his hands in front of him.
"I guess I should do this part just in case, though. As I mentioned in my letter, you may call me Galaxian. Regardless of whether we have crossed paths already, I am glad that you are here, and I hope that you will gain something helpful from this meeting. Please feel free to ask any questions should you have any, whether during or after the meeting. There are plenty of entities here who delight in assisting. 
"Oh," he adds, his gaze darting to the side and back again. "I also wished to clarify that I will act only as a participant when I can, so please treat this as an open dialogue. I hope my presence will not detract from that purpose. And if you need anything, like food or water or a chair--just think about it and it should appear."
Multiple things appear all at once--chairs that are presently pushed in towards the table, multiple bowls of different food varieties that appear in the centermost portions of the table's different areas, and stacks of mini brochures. 
He smiles.
"Please take a seat if you would like, or stay where you are if that is your preference. I am looking forward to hearing from you today."

(As a note, anyone can feel free to join late; I think I should be able to make it work. And let me know if you need anything too. :D)

(Qjnfkqkfk I wanted Apollo, Echo, and Ruin to show up "fashionably late", is there some way we can work that into this?)

Despite how much Seis really didn't want to, the rest of his friends were shuffling to the table. The yarn wasn't helping much with Seis's wants as it tangled around his fingers and hand, pulling them along reluctantly.  It's a bit noticeable due to Seis slowing down the process of actually getting to the table in the first place, so the group had to stop to actually untangle Seis from the yarn, with somehow Francis getting tangled up after everyone else was released from the string prison.

Francis just accepts this fate, not bothering to try to untangle himself. He just sits down like his circulation wasn't being cut off in his hands.

Lumi is still on his phone when he sits down, and Silence plops down very casually and grins at everyone.

Seis slowly sits down, fidgeting with the letter. They don't seem ready to talk yet.

Chronos took a seat next to wherever Time was sitting, looking around at the room curiously.

Marsh jolts a little at the sudden teleportation though any confusion is quickly replaced with curiosity. Looking around the room as she took slowly a seat at the table. Every movement is a little hesitant, unsure of what she's supposed to be doing. A minute in and she's already snacking on something, an entire plate of croutons, trying her best to follow the conversation.

Nemesis takes a seat next to Marsh. She's not doing much of anything really, just observing and listening.

Somnus doesn't bode very well with going from a few minds in his near vicinity to an entire room of brains. Thankfully there's no major outburst, he at least has enough self-control for that, but he does float himself above everyone else just to get some space. It doesn't do much for the headache that's already starting to develop.

Time decides to near the table, by Chronos. But doesn't take a seat for the moment. Instead, he decides to bring fourth a question.

"What's up with the non-deities? I though this was a meeting for the Pantheon, Galaxian." His words carry a very direct and blunt tone, but Time doesn't intend it to be some sort of pointed comment against the nondeities in the room, even if there is a chance some do take it in such a way.

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“Galaxian! Haven’t seen you in a hot minute.” Ark sits down at the table, and waits for the meeting to properly begin. “What’ve you been up to?”

The Devout speaks up, with all in attendance hearing their own voice; though it doesn't overlap between listeners. "I was under the impression that those of us whom are not fully divine were invited as emissaries or associates of gods that were unlikely to appear. I don't see why such a thing would need to be questioned, given how many rivalries in the pantheon I've heard word of." DD now rests both of her hands on the table, making the gray flame of the vile shade come into plain sight.

Critchun is looking around at all the unfamiliar deities and mortals. They seem to want to comfort Seis, but knows that the required amount of beast there is 0.