Water under the bridge, and in my glass please.

[Jokor]

In one of the many bars littering sacramento Stephen was sitting at the bar. Taking occasional sips from the coke he hard ordered, having made sure that there wasn't any kind of alcohol in it. Which without any kind of chemestry kit was just asking the barman nicely to make there wasn't anything non-alcholic in there. Which got him a rather wierd look from the barman.

Still just a few days ago he had seen adam again. Even though both of them didn't have much time they had gotten to an agreement to meet at this bar today, to get each other to know a little bit better.
Tenabre
So Stephen was just sipping his coke while he wiated for the lion to show his face.

[Jokor]

"Hello Adam." Stephen greeted the lion with a smile on his face. "A lot better now, the day after that party though I wished my head would just vanish." He whinced at the memory of that dreadfull day. "Please don't let me ever get drunk again. I don't even remember what I did at that party except a few fragments of talking to you and the other guy, the big ogre Completely forgot his name. Please tell me I didn't act like a complete ass."

[Jokor]

Adam's comment did not reassure the nervous wizenend in the least. Even more the vagueness of the answer just let his mind wander trying to figure out what the lion could have meant with that. At adam's next comment the older man burried his head in his hands from pure embarrasment. "Please tell me I made it to the bathroom and I didn't redecorate the entire room with what I got in my stomach for everybody to see at the very least." Stephen spoke up in a muffled tone, sounding throughly embarrassed from even the idea of doing that in front of the entire bloody freehold.

As another man greeted the two of them Stephen looked up. a slight bit of shock at seeing the imposing man quickly morphing into a pensive frown as he was sure he had seen the man before. Just not exactly where. He obviously should have seen the man somewhere, the guy's mantle obviously marked the man as an important person in the summer court. "Evening yourself." the doctor wasn't really sure how to go from there. Adam seemed to ignore the man after the politeness was out of the way, but he obviously looked important and not a person one should easily ignore. Stephen fidgeted a bit on his barstool as he tried to figure out what to do.

"I think that could be his name yeah. Not really remembering much, I'm a horrible drunk." Stephen sheepishly stated the obvious. "But I'm sure going to be watching what I'm handed to drink from now on." He hoped the man didn't take any offense to them continuing their own conversation. Unconciously he kept glancing from adam to the iron man who looked as if he could pick the fragile wizenend up and crumple him like a soda-can.

[Key]

Nova was wandering around the city. It seemed good enough, there were plenty of small boutiques in an area with cobblestone. She had heard someone call it ‘old’. But she continued to walk along, the wind of her mantle rustling through the dyed-blue mohawk she wore. Over one shoulder she carried a backpack, it was for on the spot make up adjustments, and in the odd case she could find someone who wouldn’t mind if she turned their face into a piece of art.

At least the walking was calming, it gave her a chance to learn the city, see if she could pick up any of small signs the Lost used when they frequented an area and were friendly to strangers. The sigil that had lead her to the Four Seasons might have been a fluke, she wasn’t a mind reader.

It was perhaps by chance that the Lace-porcelain marionette noticed the walking silver-steel man ( Rook ). It was the strength of the Flares on his skin that attracted her eye. It wasn’t normal if you could assume that anything was normal. But it would be a way to see if the locals were friendly...especially if he was what she the thought he was, instead of a living statue or something.

She followed him lightly, taking the time to cross the street delicately, the golden scissors shook slightly in their bonds within her torso. Nova paused for a moment, as she noticed he entered a bar, to regain her equilibrium.

Then with tentative steps, she followed him into the bar.

She wasn’t a drinker, but just knowing that there was another of her...unique condition (as her mother would have said if she knew or cared) was helpful enough. Then the appearance of a cat-man-thing ( Tenabre ), and a short man ( Jokor ) that she couldn’t stop staring at in fascination.

Whoever did that make up job was a true genius, and Nova knew Genius.

“Good Evening.” She said as she approached, entranced by the colors on the man’s skin.