(1601) Sanctuary 1

[Truce]

The Bismarck meeting hall is closed to the public tonight as the Silver Ladder prepare to host yet another Consilium for the Magi of Sacramento. Tonight is meant to be informal, though there are many official matters that Truce is eager to discuss with the Council members. Some announcements are to be made, but it had been too short of notice to arrange for a more formal gathering.

A spread of foodstuffs lay out on a long table including fruit baskets, carrots and celery, buttered biscuits, cheese and crackers, deviled eggs, meatballs, shrimp and cocktail sauce, with an assortment of sugary pastries next to dispensers of iced tea, water, and a small keg of domestic beer.

Truce himself stands by the entryway, greeting those who arrive with simple and pleasant 'hellos' and 'good evenings'. For those members of the Council he asks that they be willing to have a word with him once they have settled in.

He wears a dark suit with a checkered shirt beneath and dark blue tie.

[Aurora]

The day had come, her first Consilium since returning. Well, when coming back, one wants to make an entrance, yet make a good impression. So she had picked out a new black pants suit. It was all one piece, and fitted just enough to enhance her curves, yet not too much to look cheap. She straightened her hair and left it down with just a light touch of makeup. She wanted to come across as more serious to the Awakened around her, and hoped her attire would help.

She takes a deep breath as she approaches the Bismarck, find a parking space for her car. Grabbing her coffee, she goes into the building, blue eyes looking around at those gathered. A smile was offered to Truce, and those with him. Not quite sure where to begin, she makes her way over to the offered food, picking something sugary and turning to observe the room. She would be lying to herself if she didn’t admit she wasn’t nervous. Sure, Crowley and Emrys had been welcoming, that didn’t mean others would be.

[Varyx]

Time for another general meeting, it seemed. Well, the last one had certainly been interesting. It was time to see whether that was a regular thing with these gatherings.

Varyx arrived with a few minutes to spare, dressed in textured blue. She offered Truce a genuine smile and returned his greeting when she walked in. "It's good to see you, Truce." Her gaze turned then to Pelican and July, and she offered them each a smile of their own, each expression changing slightly, as if remembering a joke she had shared with each. "Evening, gentlemen." She was going to say something more, but she caught sight of Faye, then, and she lifted a brow. A new face? She offered the men a quick, apologetic smile. "It seems I have some introductions to make."

Crossing the room towards the buffet table, Varyx poured herself a drink, giving the mystery blonde a chance to notice her presence before she approached. She was wondering whether this woman was so new as to have missed the meeting of new blood, or whether she was simply a longer-term member of the Consilium who had missed the last meeting. She approached Faye with a genial smile. "Should I be saying welcome, or welcome back?" she asked, amusement in her tone. A hand outstretched for Faye to shake, should she so desire to. "You can call me Varyx, or Vanessa, if you like."

[Avis]

Aw yeah. The Councilor of Pandemonium, rolling up into the Bismark like a straight badass. 90's sweater, shades, and a propeller hat. Move over Gandalf. Nothing said 'Enlightened Master' better than that.

Which, in many ways, it actually did. The sweater. The hat. They were symbols. One to reference auras, the realm of emotion, the mind. The other gave thought to movement, impossible movement, and movement all beginning on the seat of the mind.

So move over Gandalf. There was another walking symbol in town...But more on that later. For now...

"Truce," Avis greeted the Moros Councilor, extending a hand. Face blank, though not for the want of a smile. "We should talk. Though I want to open the floor for everyone. At least, for my topic."

[Star]

At the end of every rainbow, there's a...

...chia pet?

A chia pet on steroids. It's the humidity, yo. And the mostly-regrown hair. It's a perfect storm for turning what would eventually be a mop into a chia pet on 'roids. I Am Jack's Awkward and Unfortunate Forehead. As bright as the one was, the other was dark. Dark t-shirt, dark oxford, dark jacket, dark pants, dark gloves.

It's a mourning thing. Couple of super magical people died this month.

From the shadow rainbow glare of Avis, a smile and glove pops up in a wave at Truce .

[Crowley]

Crowley appears. His leather trench coat hugs his form, the collar pulled high to protect his face against the inclement, wintry, weather. His hair is a shaggy mess and a cigarette hangs long and limp from his mouth. Steel toed boots scuff heavily on the floor.

For once he turns up to chapel sober. Perhaps not for long though, he stalks across to the keg, joining July as he prepares for himself a golden libation. At least, he gives the Guardian a respectful nod as he approaches. Once he has procured for himself a drink, he turns his attention to Truce with a nod and a significant look.

Still standing by the keg, the Acanthus' errant eyes rove across the other faces, especially the ladies Faye Varyx before seeking out, with some reluctance, the other Councillor in their midst Avis .

"Its about time. I have a good feeling about this one." He spoke to everyone and no one. Anything else he said was lost behind his beer.

[Truce]

Pleasantries are exchanged with a simple nod and a soft smile to his Provost, the Sentinel, and his Cabalmate.

"Welcome back, Faye," he says to the familiar figure of Faye as she graces the hall of their Order. It is a pleasant surprise to see her.

He accepts Faust's handshake with a scholarly grip. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Faust. I am Truce, Councilor for the Moros and member of the Silver Ladder. Please, make yourself comfortable. Hopefully I'll be more available later for conversation if you wish to get more acquainted." A polite way of expressing that he would not be able to speak more for the moment.

"And you as well, Varyx," Truce replies to the sultry Warlock.

The next hand to clasp belongs to Avis. "Councilor. Yes, I had hoped announcements would be made early in the evening. I've only one matter of pressing news to share. The rest can wait. In a few minutes, when more have arrived, you may have the floor."

His gaze drifts behind her to Star and another smile appears while Truce returns the wave. He wonders if the choice of attire had anything to do with their training on the subtleties within the Path of Doom.