(1411) Something wicked (Acanthus)

[Jhet]

The library room was set. There was coffee-the just not quite burnt-and tea-the tastes just like plant dust kind-sitting on a table in the corner of the meeting room. The table in the room was surrounded by a dozen chairs. Far more than Nous expects to have attend. Who wants to actually sit and talk about the Lex when it's going to be up to the desires of five individuals who are tasked with doing what is right and best for the city. She isn't one for a democracy, but that doesn't mean it isn't good to hear what everyone is saying.

She's arranged for the library's Ray Bradbury collection to be wheeled into the room. Something Wicked This Way Comes is sitting on the top next to Fahrenheit 451. Sure, there won't be time to read them all (well, there could be, but that's a really bad idea to mess with time in public). It's more to set the mood and provide the small excuse Nous needs to have this in the library meeting room. Because it's low maintenance. What they're doing is dangerous and unsavory. Always.

She also has copies of the Lex. They are numbered and bound in folders so that there is no way they can leave them behind. Twelve in total she has. They are stacked nicely in a pile on the corner of the table awaiting the night's attendees.

She stands and paces with a cup of steaming hot tea in her hand, the purple sweater and jeans showing she's trying to be relaxed about the serious job she's doing. It's no matter to relax about, so she continues to pace. She just hopes the fledgling network of postings and word of mouth can get the right people here tonight.

OOC

This is the Acanthus meeting. If I've failed to tag anyone, it's an oversight because you're not listed on the wiki. If you're an active Acanthus, please show up.

[Crowley]

Crowley frames the door. This day he's in a simple black hoodie instead of his usual T shirts. The black jeans, sneakers and chains remain. So does the enigmatic smile that can so easy spawn a series of manic, if not lecherous, grins. Running a hand through his scruffy hair, he enters with a nod.

"Nous." He closes the intervening distance. "Whats up?"

But he's already eyeing the stack of curious folders.

[Miach]

Something had been nagging Miach about his Path's participation to the Consilium's welfare, and he was glad that Nous had called for a meeting at just the right moment.

Wearing his usual suit, he shuffled into the library smiling, hoping that cappuccino would be provided. It was the least she could do as a gracious hostess, no ? But luck wasn't with him this time, alas.

"Good evening." he said gallantly to their host, and the Herald.

[Aurora]

Faye had heard about the meeting, word or mouth and all that. And as usual, she arrives when Time has decided. To her, it was right on time.

A Monster in hand, she walked into the room. She had gone with a well distressed pair of jeans, white tank with a jacket over it and spiked boots. Hair was as always, left down and wind-blown about her shoulders.

A smile is offered to those present, “Hey Nous!” she greets, then sees Crowley, “Hi Crowley!” she says with a smile. Turning, the smile remains, “Hi Miach! Great to see you guys.”

[Pepper]

Pepper knew the Nous was setting up - probably the only time the Councilor would beat her Provost to an event - so she decided to stop somewhere for a Chai Latte. And picked up a few random drinks as well - Two more Chai Lattes, three Cappucinos, two black coffees (With cream and sugar packets) and two hot chocolates, oh, and a single orange juice.

Thus, she arrived with voices already in the room, and had to toe the door open enough to actually enter. "I come as our savior, Laden with Starbucks! Someone turn off the library's coffee maker before it gives us a headache with burnt-coffee stench?" There was a hint of a joke to her words, but clearly she was quite smug about bringing the 'bucks. She was not, oddly, dressed in a suit - not really. She had an interesting blazer, though, paired with a tie and some nice pants.

"Hey Elle, and all. No New Faces yet?"

[Jhet]

"News?" She intones in a deadpan at Crowley and Faye, intentionally mispronouncing her shadow world name. Having multiple names can be confusing, but it's necessary when the name that means something isn't suitable for mixed company. "What's the news?"

She points to the coffee and tea. A sad look on her face that it wasn't 'good enough'. It isn't supposed to be 'good enough'. It's supposed to be bad. Sometimes you need bad coffee and tea to keep the meeting moving along. No one wants to sit around and drink terrible coffee and tea all night.

"Welcome to our meeting." She passes out the copies of the Old Lex. "Here's our task for tonight. Anything in here that you want to see in use in our next iteration needs to be brought to my attention. Thankfully, Pepper has done such a great job putting together the document that our Lictor has struck down. So anything that you feel we just cannot do without, we'll need to discuss about putting it into action in its appropriate place. But first, Pepper has brought other beverages. Shall we?"

[Falstaff]

He'd tried his hardest in the fifteen minutes preceding his arrival to discover and master some spell that made him wise, reputable, and good-looking. Alas, sometimes great effort goes unrewarded. Not true--he'd buy himself ice cream later as a reward.

Knowing how important fashion and beauty are to the Acanthus, Falstaff thinks it proper to demonstrate his cosmetic savvy. Both black and pin stripes are said to be slimming--no doubt he looks like an anorexic toothpick. He should fit right in.

Inside . . . they're there. Them. The ones most like him? He doesn't know. They're talking about things. He would have to trust his fashion camouflage. He tries his best to look tall and hungry. Maybe no one would see him.

[Crowley]

Crowley's eyes shot up when Nous spoke, but for once he held his tongue. Grunting he dropped into a seat and began flicking through the document. A frown formed on his face, which developed into confusion, then horror, then acceptance.

"Um. That takes some doing. Yeah." He winced before directing a respectful nod to Pepper.

He shook his head. "This is too deep for me..."

[Jag]

Fluke found his way to the library, following the threads to the meeting room that would host the Acanthus that day. As usual, he was dressed in casual attire, since he really didn't own any suits or other expensive clothes for that matter. With a messenger bag slung over one shoulder, the scruffy Libertine walked into the meeting room. He looked around for a moment, recognizing a few faces amongst those gathered. Two of them were Libertines he had met before, and then there was Faye , who he offered a friendly smile and a wave.

"Hello," he said in greeting, his smile widening slightly. He hadn't met the others, but he recalled Nous was the Councilor from what he had been told at the Concilium shindig.

I'm sure introductions will happen in due time, he thought to himself as he walked over to the coffee table in the corner. It may have been shitty coffee, but it was free coffee! Fluke never complained about things he didn't have to pay for, and he certainly didn't mind getting some caffeine in his system either.

[Miach]

"Our Lady Pepper, Hallowed Be Thine Name !" Miach chanted as the young woman arrived, bringing with her the sacrosanct cappuccino with a double helping of sugar. Armed with such, the doctor felt like he could tackle all that Nous was to make them face, and it looked like a lot, he thought, frowning.

Flipping through the pages quickly, he realized that there were quite a few that seemed absolutely mandatory to him. The Precept of Life, Liberty, and Civility to name the one that mattered most to him. "Yes, let's go..." he said at her behest.

Latecomers - knowns and unknowns - were greeted with grateful nod, as their welcome distraction gave him an excuse to look away from the awfully complicated document.