The Daisyhill Concert Hall seats about fourteen hundred people, when it's full, which it usually isn't. Most of the main area can, theoretically, be seen from anywhere else in the room, but there are a few pillars along the sides that partially obscure the side walkways. When it's not hosting a concert, the owners rent it out to other groups; currently, it's filled with about fifty people, most of whom have broken off into groups of between two and four people to engage in heated debates. To someone from Tree, their clothes are historical; to someone from another world, they're just bizarre. The only exceptions are a handful of people dressed in solid black, with white sashes reading "ORCHESTRATOR."

"I'm not sure if Johane is deliberately avoiding calling the next vote as an in-character stalling tactic or if je just forgot that that's one of jir duties," one of the orchestrators whispers to another. 

The other one bites their lip. "It looks like je just finished up their conversation. You can grab them to ask out-of-character."

The first one runs off, as one of the non-orchestrators approaches the table. "I'm here to turn in the materials I need for my library project," they say, as they simultaneously sign, And it's been long enough that the spy I sent after Giova should have a report now, right?

If someone appeared in the concert hall suddenly in the middle of the concert, someone would notice right away. If someone appeared in the concert hall now -- well, nearly everyone here is focused on either secret negotiations or on running the LARP, and with fifty people in a space built for many more, there are plenty of areas that no one is actively paying attention to.