When Did Recreation Become So Nerve-Wracking?

[Animus]

Animus waits at the starbucks outside the parks and recreation office, about fifteen minutes before 4. The others shouldn't be long, but he isn't sure if there was such a thing as "soon eonugh". Memories, sensations filter through his mind: resonance clinging to him, subtly changing him. The final shift, the twinge of slavery that drove him away in fear.

The Thyrsus shakes his head, trying to clear away the reminders with little success. Finally, he pulls out his phone, thankful that Josh had had the other Moros' number as he types out a quick text message.

[Lesingnon]

Triquetra ambles up not long afterwards, dressed significantly more formally than she usually was. The Guardian figured that if she was going to be going to some city administrative business she'd better look like she had business there. Well...business other than trying to fix a corrupted source of mystical energy, at least. She doubted that anyone there would accept it as a good reason to be there. And Henry would probably have a heart attack if she told him he'd told a mortal that.

Rising onto her tiptoes, she plants a quick kiss on Animus's cheek before sitting down against a tree to wait for the other Mages to arrive.

[Mike Tamwood]

It wasn't long after Animus had sent the message that Mike arrived. He too was dressed quite formal, in his own way though. He was a little excited to work with the mages he hardly knew, and more with mages that didn't know him. In one way a relief, in the other way an obstacle that must be solved.

As soon as he reaches Animus he nods in a greeting, 'Hello....' he wasn't sure what to say so his voice trails off. Then he turns to Triqueta, 'I'm Mike Tamwood,' and he reaches out his hand.

[Premsyl]

Chief shows up at the coffee shop, sights Animus and Triquetra talking to the guy from the Consilium meeting, and walks over just in time to catch Mike's introduction. "Hi, Mike - I'm Chief." he says, giving him a friendly - if a bit forward - clap on the shoulder. He smiles and nods to Triquetra and Animus.

"Looks like we're all here, right?" he says, glancing at his wrist watch before looking across the street at the office. He really hoped they made some progress tonight, as Chief sorely needed the credit.

[Animus]

Animus flashes Triquetra a grateful smile, seeming to draw some measure of strength from the quick peck. Even so, as he glances toward the Parks and Recreation office, the slightest hint of the animal enters his movements, barely noticeable.

Finally, he gives Mike a nod by way of greeting. "Do you need a run-down before we head in?"

[Mike Tamwood]

'That is a good idea,' Mike nods, he actually just wanted to ask for it. 'Since I have no idea what we're planning to do.'

[Animus]

Animus nods once, dropping his voice to reduce the risk of passersby overhearing as he begins walking toward the building. "Brent and I came through here a while back. Seems to be our veiny friend's hideout, plus the Hallow had been drawing everything around it toward Twilight." The Thyrsus suddenly shudders, more nervousness showing. "Although it might be doing something else by now."

[Lesingnon]

"Soo...how do we fix it?" Corrupted Hallow's hadn't exactly been on the curriculum back in Colorado. And she couldn't boast any proficiency in the Death or Prime Arcana. In other words she herself had no idea as to what to do with it. Well, maybe see if Fate would give her an answer. But it was a fickle thing, and she hated depending on it in such a manner.

Because you couldn't depend on it.

[Mike Tamwood]

Mike nods in understanding, now he knows why he's here. 'Then it's good I happen to have some experience with the ehh... twilight zone.' He actually wants to grin, until he realizes this is the Hierarch he's talking to. They all seem so... normal?

'But if there is a possibility there is something else happening now we better find that out first.' He could give them all a one-way ticket to hell, or a return ticket of course, but the place might be not be somewhere you want to be if it was somehow corrupted.

[Animus]

Animus glances toward Triquetra, smiling sadly. "I was hoping to figure that one out when we got there."

Without another word, he turns and leads the way into the Parks and Recreation building.