It sure was easy to reserve convention space in a swanky place like this when the owner was out of town. There were tastefully placed, ineffable (or was it inscrutable?) pieces of wall art, large, neutral-tone vases full of sticks, and even wax fruit! Yachiru was not actually a big fan of the wax fruit. It was not as delicious as it looked. Altogether, it added up to something very much like a fancy hotel, but one that nobody ever stayed at or breathed on too hard.
Luckily, they had an in with the security dude. He knew Rukia and Rangiku from way back, and apparently his boss, the owner of this place, had been pissing him off a lot recently. Something about a woman. Typical. Men (all adults, she supposed) were pretty dumb sometimes. All it took was a promise to the dude to play nice and not break anything too much (hopefully this caveat did not extend to the wax fruit) to get the place to themselves. Yachiru had not even had to threaten him, which was sort of disappointing, really.
That, and Rukia, Chairwoman of the Committee for Artistic Development, technically lived here. Technically. It was complicated.
Yachiru was getting ready to call the business meeting to order. They had brought in donuts, which was great, but now there were sprinkles all over the room. It may or may not have been mostly Yachiru's fault. Getting Nanao and Nemu to pick those up to save for later would have to be the first item of new business. Definitely before lunch. She would need them for lunch, for sure. Important president business.
Yachiru cleared her throat and whacked what might, at one time, have been a wax pear on the table in front of her. She noted the smear of wax it left, compared it favorably to an ugly crayon in her head, and stowed that bit of wisdom away for later. Nemu, sitting quietly to her right, came to rapt attention. The others did not. She whacked HARDER. The table shook. Any lingering resemblance to a pear was obliterated. The assembled members of the Women's Society for Societal Betterment came to order. They dared not NOT come to order. Honored Former President Unohana smiled and looked on from a comfortable chair in the back of the room.
"Okay everybody, welcome to the first official meeting of our annual conference: The business meeting!" Yachiru tried to grin as big as possible so as to set a positive tone for the rest of the day. Never mind the business meeting was stupid. She really wanted to get to the break out sessions to talk about the calendars. But all in good time. "So, for our first order of business, I'd like to move to suspend the rules so we can skip all the boring old business and talk about sprinkles! And man-calendars! Who seconds?"
Judging from the noises escaping from Nanao's pursed lips and the steam from her ears, it looked like there was going to be a fight. The vice president sure did love her old business. Yachiru let her grin fade, leaned her chin on her palm and absentmindedly bit into the ex-wax pear.