Expedition for Ingredients!

**Terri Nutkins** · Mar 10th, 2015 04:08 PM

It was early, certainly, but Terri always thought it prudent that any venture into the Hedge was to be done with as much daylight as possible, something she had learned from Rick. She had had a good breakfast and packed some provisions for the journey along with some water in her backpack. Settling at one of the tables on the ground floor of Quicksilver Gate, Terri wondered just who would turn up to join her in this little expedition. Sure, she had put some flyers out but that didn't mean squat some days. Still, the Legate was hopeful. She already knew that Wexler was coming so at least she'd have someone to chat with.

Quicksilver Gate was empty at this time and she had already gotten permission from Gianna to use the hall as a staging point into the Hedge, one of the doors of the building opening to a path. Terri had never gone through it but she knew about it. Wearing a pair of decent walking trainers, black cargo pants and a tight green tee shirt, with a black leather coat covering it. The backpack was olive in colour and rested on the ground next to her sheathed rapier, Autumn's Tempest. With the Summer, her blade and her slingshot, Terri felt quite satisfied this would be a fairly straight-forward expedition.

Equipment

**Gregory** · Mar 11th, 2015 12:13 PM

Having seen the flyers placed around the Freehold, Gregory considers the excursion as good fortune for his purposes. Even within the Hedge there is strength in numbers, and while Gregory is reluctant to burden others with his own responsibilities it's quite a different story when they're heading that way anyways.

Arriving at the reclaimed warehouse entrance, Gregory is taken in by the displays within the shopping complex. Eventually his eyes settle on the petite and familiar form of the Legate of Mists. He approaches the table with no effort of stealth and clears his throat to draw attention.

"Good day, Terri," he says in the rasp that is his voice. "I've come in regards to your flyer." He makes a weak attempt at smiling and nodding his head in respectful greeting. He comes dressed in grey sweatpants and sweatshirt that seem a size to large for him while he carries a paper bag that contains his usual grey suit.

**Terri Nutkins** · Mar 11th, 2015 02:06 PM

Looking up, the Beast grinned as she saw Gregory and gestured towards one of the empty seats, of which there are many. "Gregory! Awesome, thank you for coming," she said exuberantly. At least there were two of them now. Two was always better than one. "Would you like a warm drink before we depart?"

**Gregory** · Mar 11th, 2015 02:26 PM

Gregory smiles, exposing a bit of teeth as he accepts her offer. "And thank you, dignitary, for your open invitation. If it pleases you, I would in fact." He sits, perched at the edge of the seat, and awaits the kind service she provides.

His eyes swivel about his head as he looks about though his body remains immobile for the most part. Finally he asks conversationally, "So you be a Hedgespinner? How did you come to learn such a craft?"

Mar 11th, 2015 02:53 PM

Wexler strolled into the Quicksilver Gate, his Mantle blazing desert heat as he entered. He had a small backpack on carrying his possessions, and he was wearing clothes he could move in: black cargo pants, a navy blue t-shirt that read SEATTLE SEAHAWKS, and a pair of well-loved blue Nike running shoes.

The lipslug crawled northward as he smiled and chin-jutted at the only two people in the room.

"Hey."

Narrow eyes flicked over to Gregory.

"Good to see ya, Terri." He made his way on over, the Wizened commando's feet quiet as hell as he came. He offered the Lurkglider a hand. "Ain't had the pleasure yet. Name's Wexler."

Once the shake was done, he placed his pack on the ground and started suiting up. He'd already put his thin layer of bulletproof on beneath the shirt, but there was plenty needing to be done. First came the empty shoulder holster, slid into like jacket sleeves and tightened until they were snug. "How you two doin'?" the Summer asked as he clipped on a utility belt with a bunch of small holsters on it. A flashlight slid into one. A compact pair of binoculars went into another. A small first aid kit clipped on next.

Finally, a small pistol came out. To a mortal, it would look like something mundane like a Makarov, or maybe a small .9mm. The eyes of the Fae, however, could see it for what it truly was: a clockwork firearm, skilled in its craftsmanship in a strange metal. He slid the Hedgespun weapon into the holster and pocketed something else before tossing on a leather jacket.

You know. Good to go.

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**Terri Nutkins** · Mar 11th, 2015 04:16 PM

Rising from her seat and deftly stepping over her pack, Terri moves over to where the coffee machine was, the one she had used so many times before. As she made Gregory a drink, the smell of fresh roast filling the air, mixing with the baking bread of her Mantle, she thought about his question.

"Well, I used to be a personal trainer," Terri began, raising her voice over the sound of coffee percolating. "Thing is, this city has always been my home and as such, my life before is here. I had to make a decision and decided to change my job. I've always enjoyed fashion and so began to study and learn about designing and creating dresses and such. Raiment was an extension of that, and seems to be quite natural for me. You see, when it comes to hedgespinning, it's more about intuition than anything else, although that depends on your technique. Sometimes, it requires brute force," she chuckled, thinking of Marcus' work.

When the door opened and the Summer Mantle washed over them, Terri smiled towards the Wizened. "Wexler, welcome and thanks for coming. Coffee?" she asked as she walked over, carrying the mug for Gregory and placing it down on the table with a small pot of milk and some sugar cubes, keeping clear of his preparations.

**Gregory** · Mar 11th, 2015 05:40 PM

"Ah, I see," replies the Gargoyle to Terri's explanation of her trade. "Quite a useful and creative trade."

When Wexler announces his arrival, Gregory turns to note the presence of the man. Before Gregory answers he seems to shrink away slightly from the extended hand. "Gregory. Well-met, Wexler. Forgive my rudeness, but I be not accustomed to the shaking of hands," he says as an excuse for his discomfort.

The arid Mantle and visible tattoos and scars made Wexler appear rather dangerous to Gregory. And the appearance of weaponry he produces only accentuates that possibility. And yet, Gregory is pleased that he will be joining the company of capable Changelings into the Hedge.

Gregory takes milk and sugar both in the coffee handed to him and, should a stirring spoon or stick be available, he would use it to complete the beverage before sipping the mug. "Ah, fresh and hot. My thanks again, Terri."

Mar 12th, 2015 01:21 AM

"No worries," Wex said, lowering his hand nonchalantly. Touching wasn't for everybody. Bein' butthurt about shit that didn't matter was unsummerly, far as he was concerned. "Good to meetcha, Gregory," he said as he checked his straps.

Coffee?

"Mmm, I'd love some."

A pang. A desire for some Bailey's. He'd had one an hour ago with breakfast. That should have been good enough, but somewhere within him was a desire he couldn't ignore. It wasn't genteel. It wasn't healthy.

But the need...

"Summer tradition where I'm from - we always have a hard drink before we go into the Hedge, a drink of something we love to remind us of the warmth of the hearth. What do you say, folks? Up for a traditional beverage?"

There. Now it didn't sound like he had to have it to silence the ghosts, to sleep at night, to function...

4 sux to lie about why he wants the liquor

**Terri Nutkins** · Mar 12th, 2015 02:50 PM

Mention of his Summer tradition brought a look from Terri as she headed back to the coffee maker. It wasn't something that she had ever picked up from her time spent with Sacramento's Crimson Spear yet it doesn't mean it's not true.

"Not for me, thanks. Way too early," she added with a polite smile. Finishing up Wexler's drink, she brought it over for the Wizened.

"I can't remember if you mentioned it, Wexler, where have you traveled from?" Terri asked, settling down again, eyes looking towards the entrance.

Not quite

**Lesingnon** · Mar 12th, 2015 11:09 PM

And as she's looking towards the entrance, Autumn's Ranger of storms makes his. He could hardly just not show up, when such a well-regarded Autumn Courtier was hosting a very public expedition into the Hedge. There were sworn duties to uphold, after all, and he wasn't about to shirk them. Plus, you know...he was rather fond of spending time with Terri.

And, as always, he's well-equipped for a trek into the hedge. The kevlar lay beneath his clothing; the armor a complement to the pistol, bowie knife, and staff he carried as weapons. His clothes were, of course, well-suited to rough terrain. And he had his pack of survival gear he probably wouldn't need, but liked to have just in case. Confident in his ability to weather the dangers of the Hedge he might be, but its dangers were always something he respected.

The three Changelings already present, Terri especially, are greeted with a smile. "Hey."

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-03-12 01:17:58		Wexler rolls 6 to Manip+Subterfuge - Summer Tradition! I don't need the liquor! (10 Again)		7, 5, 8, 6, 8, 10, 10, 2		4 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-03-12 14:39:31		Terri Nutkins rolls 6 to Reading Wexler (10 Again)		10, 9, 6, 9, 4, 6, 5		3 successes