(1203) Sanctuary

[Ariadne]

Written in Water via Iblardora

The last touches put on the building are two statues loving rendered in marble. One is and angel laying on top of the door, a book propped up on a stone, which is at the edge of a waterfall that splits the arch way down the middle, real water pouring down and over the river stones on either side of the door. His toga wrapped around him, his legs folded so one perfect sandal is looped over his raised leg. The other statue is across the river from him. It is a snake, made of pure jet twined around the logs and rocks on his side a way that makes him look to be in motion. His head is lifted over the ledge where he watches the people coming in and out with red set eyes.

Inside the store is meticulous, with wooden floors covered in carpets and large sweeping stairs that flow up into three balcony like upper floors that are lined with chairs and tables pressed against wrought iron fences. The front of the store has a register and a coffee counter to one side, a large sitting area stuffed with couches and a small performance space, and to the other side a larger still computer lab. Each floor above has a similar sitting space and small dumb waiters for the coffee drinkers.

All of this pales in comparison though when one looks behind all of this. Into the back of the shop where on each floor large tall thick bookcases are packed in. Set apart With only enough room to make it plausible to walk each stack reaches to the ten foot tall ceiling, with ladders that slide along them. Books of all kinds fill the shelves, from new to old and even older still. Some times there is a break adn you can see a book beneath glass, but then the shelves move farther back, only stopping when the stores farthest wall stops them.

Its a bibliophiles dream

Those with mage sight up can see more than just that. Sprawled on the wall behind the counter is Atalantian in all its glory. It marks this place as a neutral zone behind him on the wall. They are well written, large and denote that no spells shall be cast on the premises. Below it, scratched in slightly less neat writing, is : ^Vulgar, which is then crossed out elegantly and replaced with "Any", though below it "sights allowed" is written as an after thought. The rest spells out the Lex of the city in clear precise wording, lists places mages can go to reach other mages and suggest that should anyone wish to add more information the owners will be willing to list it as well.

There will always be a man of most likely middle age, ( though with book store owners they always seemed to start that old so who knows?) He has blond hair that is neatly trimmed but curly enough so that it look constantly in a state of mess, and a slightly pudgy frame and very nice hands indeed. In front of the register is a plaque with "A. Fell" on it. Sometimes he will be joined by a tall thin man with black hair and Olive skin. He is very angular and has nice cheek bones that make him rather handsome. Even in the Dark back room he wears shades. He wears a name tag : A. Crowley, and works the coffee bar.

Welcome to written in water.

Ariadne sits sipping coffee from the store. Part of her mind ideally wonders if this is becoming too much of habit. The other part is watching the store. This was a popular place apparently. Lastly a book rests on the table in front of her, next to it a piece of paper with the name Pixel written on it.

She sits quietly sipping her coffee, watching the store, and trying to find out why her cat suddenly decided it was ok to claw everything.

[Miach]

Now that he was finding a balance between the various sides of his life, Miach was feeling more and more comfortable in Sacramento, and even among what few Awakened he had found. This last few weeks had been spent partying and working a lot, and the Enchanter felt in the mood for something more relaxing. It had been a long time since he had been to WiW, and on a hunch he decided to go there.

As he entered, he could see the woman that had been promoted to Mastigos Councilor by the Hierarch. He didn't feel like talking to her, and opted instead to go to the blond haired man "A. Fell".

Heyia. Could I have a sweet sweet cappuccino, please ? Also, could you tell if you got any special medicine books around, please ?
Would he get the message conveyed ?

[Aenigma]

Aenigma walks into the book store, carrying a messenger bag with him as usual. He walks up to the barista and orders a cup of green tea, taking a quick look around to see which members of his community are around. The Mystagogue spots Miach and Mr. Rossi, and offers both of them a quick, but polite nod.

Typical of Mysterium to hang out at a place where you can find good books, and decent coffee.

He chuckles at his own thought and then thanks the barista as his order is brought out to him. Aenigma pays for the tea and leaves the man a tip. As he looks around for a table, he notices the Herald for the first time. He hesitates for a moment but finally builds up the nerve to walk up to her.

"Is this seat taken?" he asks, offering his fellow Warlock a smile.

[linkrulesx10]

Noctina walked into the written in water, the same place again? they really should shake it up a bit even if just for security concerns. Regardless she would walk into the store, order ahot chocolate and stalk Aenigma, oh the boss lady of the guardians is here! Warlocks represent?

"oh hello you two~"

[ArchonAres]

Salem's appearance is via motorcycle this time. He quietly removes his pistol and drops it in the saddlebag, swapping his regular leather jacket for his nice Italian one. The Moros gives a nod to those already seated, and looks for his position from the last meet... a nice chair with his back to the wall and a good view of the door. He's really not ready to accept this place is immune to attack. It wouldn't take but a quick drive by, or a bomb.

So he sits, in the most informal clothes he's ever worn to an event. Just some jeans and his favorite ninja turtles t-shirt. It had been his day off. So what if he enjoyed the TMNT.

[Ariadne]

Ariadne nods to the two mages she recognizes. She holds back a smile as more Mystagogues pour into the book store. So cliche. Kind of like Guardians at a play... The smile stays though, cliche work if people don't expect them.

She waves to an open chair. "Of course. Your day going well?" Ariadne smiles as Noctina arrives as well. "Hey, turning into a party in here." The smile grows.

Blue eyes track an Arrow as he makes his way to a chair with a nice view of the room. Ariadne throws him a small wave which flashes briefly into a thumbs up before falling back to her drink.

A pleasant look greats Prozelyta as she introduces herself. "I'm Ariadne, have a seat if you like. This place is safe though not open."

[Lux]

Lux wandered out of the labyrinth of bound knowledge, looking somewhat tired and lugging an armful of books that covered a myriad of topics about American economics and banking practices. She crossed over to the cash registers, paid for the volumes, stuffed them into a backpack, and then headed over to the coffee shop for a cup of tea. She realized that if she wanted a pick-me-up, coffee would probably be a better choice, but ever since her Awakening she had taken a disliking for the bitter drink. No matter how casual an addiction the caffeine in coffee might be, the Obrimos couldn't imagine ever reaching enlightenment with it, so tea it was.

She was on her way to a seat at the back of the store when she recognized several familiar faces, and one strange one, crowding around a table, so she changed direction.

"Afternoon, everyone," she said in greeting, approaching the table where Ariadne, Aenigma, Noctina, and Proselyta where gathered. "I saw that we have someone new in or midst, so I thought I should come over and say hello. I'm Lux," she continued holding a hand out to the new Thearch, "pleased to meet you."