Meet & Greet at Union Hall

[Seryna]

The hall looked unassuming- you see that its a single story building with a private parking lot. You see an office building with a medical symbol and the a sign stating 'Hollandale Practice' nearby. Stepping inside the Hall, you see several folding tables stacked on top of a small stage. A round table has been left up with five chairs around it. On the table are two clipped out newspaper articles. At a quick glance, one reads 'Missing Hikers, three days and no sign!' and the second reads 'No arrests made in brawl that resulted in two deaths'. There are two separate doors leading from the main room. One has an electronic key pad - quite a bit of security for a local hall, isn't it? The second door stands open, revealing an office space with a desktop computer.

A man with dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes sits at a table, sorting through a large clear Sterilite container. The man wears a cast on his right hand. The container is labelled ' camping gear'. There are three smaller containers on the table in front of him, one bearing the name 'Chrissy'. Ray places a pink mace canister into the container marked Chrissy.

[Tal]

Tal slowly walked into the Union Hall, hands tucked into the front pockets of her jeans. Her clothing was quite a bit more normal looking than what she'd worn on the hunt. Simple, loose fitting boot-cut jeans, a loose tee-shirt, tennis shoes, and she carried a dark blue jacket draped over a satchel. As the door shut behind her she reached behind herself to casually adjust her shirt over the knife she carried horizontally on her belt. She wasn't used to carrying a knife around, at least not one she wanted to conceal, and she found her right hand straying back to tug her shirt down more often than it needed. It was a bad habit but she was still adjusting to the flat press of the sheath across her lower back. It was just something she'd have to get used to. She'd come to the US to live in a peaceful land, but when you knew about the things that roamed the dark, and the hiking trails, it become necessary to live with a thought towards violence.

After looking around she paced closer to the office door and the woman lurking just outside it. "Shalom, Olivia," Tal said in greeting. "Good to see you. I never got to thank you for coming on the last trip."

[Seryna]

"Jay," Chrissy reprimands as she closes her cell phone and steps inside the door. "- please tell me you weren't ignoring every one. Again."

"Hey, sorry.." Jay rose from the table. "- ladies. Michael." He nods to Tal, Olivia and Father O Reilly.
"It was brought to my attention that our equipment was woefully under performing," He says to Chrissy. " - so I drove around and picked up all of our crap from every where. Your husband was so happy I wasn't with you, by the way. Thanks for telling me about 'putting up signs' or whatever you told him."

Sarcasm was heavy in Jay's tone. Jay gave Chrissy a judgmental look. "You didn't tell me this was a hunt hunt."

"You didn't tell me that you were going by my house." Chrissy replied just as testily. "And who the hell said our equipment wasn't performing?"
"Chrissy, Michael. Oh wait- Father. He's a priest or some such thing." Jay pointed out the Father. "- I loaned him my knife and stake. Since I won't be needing them for another two months."

Chrissy gave a snort. "Do not start the self pity trip. None of us want to hear it. " She looked over to Michael and extended her hand for a hand shake. "Father. I haven't heard a thing about you except that you want to join up with Olivia and Tal's group."

Chrissy indicated Olivia standing by the door frame. "Olivia." A nod to Tal. "Tal."
She made a show of glancing around the hall.

"Where's Eli and Angelo?" She asked the women.

Chrissy pulled out a chair and sat down. "That might be a good thing. Rory mentioned that his load was a little heavy. He'd have to take a bit of a break." She glances to Olivia.



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[Tal]

Tal stared coldly at Michael, her eyes tracking over his tattoo and his clerical collar. She wasn't an expert on Catholicism, but she was pretty sure that the Malleus Maleficarum had somehow been involved with the inquisition and that made her blood flow hot. Sure, religious orders changed and adapted to the modern world but she found it detestable that any religion would keep around a vestige of a movement that had been so soaked in blood and hate. Of course, some of the students in her discussion section for Rory's class accused her government of being just as soaked in blood and hate. That was just ignorance, of course, but Tal knew that in her case her hands weren't free of innocent blood. Maybe it was best to give the Catholic a chance. Maybe she was being ignorant herself.

"I assume they're just running late," Tal said to Chrissy without looking away from Michael. "So, Father O'Reilly, was it? Would you briefly educate me on your Order? I think I might be misremembering parts of it's history."