(1611) Sanctuary 3

[Strix]

One of these days he should check out the Free Council area, but today wasn't going to be that day. When Strix entered through the Circle's main entrance, he saw a few others already there and thought it a far better idea to join them.

Strix wasn't wearing anything particular out of his norm: Blue denim jeans with a washed out look and a few signs that it was beginning to tear here and there along the legs, though still very presentable he thought, with a black tee with the image of a horse on the front.

Casual, as usual. He was glad that formal meetings didn't happen all too often, so he didn't need to put on a suit and actually make himself look presentable.

Getting close enough, he heard a few tidbits of what was said, which had him frown. "What surgical tubes?" Then Strix saw them, brows furrowing even more. "Oh, there they are." It did beg the question what Star would need them for, a question that he had caught at the end from Truce, so it didn't need any repeating.

[Tuesday]

The hells to the bells. yes women face is back. Fingers snag the drink and takes a sip. And another. And probably a few more before it's given back to the Mustelid.

"Sorry to be the one to inform you, but you might be just as odd. But that's alright. I'm at that level of odd too. So. Meh."

Tuesday nods. Impromptu picnics for the win. Then laughs. The unicorn's in a great mood. It must be all the sun. Doesn't sunlight fuel unicorn magic? Maybe. With how chippy it made Tuesday.

"Oh! Uh-Hi!" Tuesday looks up at the Moros. Biting a lip to keep from calling him Campy. Because that would go over well. "Sup?"

Oh look a Doctor!Star.

...was this more Mr. and Mrs. Smith Stuff?

Were they gonna see some Nurse!Avis somewhere?

Probably not. She'd ditch the roleplay get up, then port in. She'd put other cloths on first though.

...unless Avis' a Space Master Streaker or something.

What does it say about Tuesday that if she could port she'd totally go portal-streaking?

The surgical tubing that Star's bring to their attention on purpose, does nothing to dissuade Tuesday from thinking that this wasn't something super kinky.

Hazels give Campy-Campanella a once over. Feet to face. They linger. He didn't make her go n'awww...so...progress?

Mouth opens to give a 'yep totes a double date, gtfo' to Star, but Truce. He talks. Bummer.

Does this mean he doesn't want to be on a double date two hotties? Or was it that he didn't know which of the two hotties he was gonna be on this double date with? Hmmmm. Hopefully he didn't want to have the Tuesday as his default pick. Cause if he did...poor Fisher.

Unrequited crushes suck hairy monkey balls.

Casual Strix is Casual.

"Sup owl-boy?" all her willpower in not calling him 'owl-boy' was spent no calling Campanella, Campy. "Nice shirt. It's no text filled tee. But it's alright."

[Aurora]

Well, better late than never. Though…can an Acanthus be late….was that a thing? She shrugged as she got out of her car and made her way into the Circle.

Casual Faye is kinda casual in a leather wrap skirt and stripped shirt. Long hair hung around her shoulders as she moved to where she heard the voices. Seemed there was already quite a few here already, so maybe she was later than she intended to be. Oh well, it was what it was. Her can of Monster was raised to mouth and a sip was taken.

A hand was raised in greeted as a smile spread across her lips,

“Hey everyone!” greets the Enchantress.

[Campanella]

Campanella can only stare. Then he manages to set his face straight. A pulse pops along his jawline.

A pause.

There has to be a pause. His mind is whirring. Campa...sasperella?

"Camper-sasperlla?" OK. That was thinking out loud. "Camper-sasperella." That was raising the voice.

Breathe.

"I took my Shadow Name in honour of Tomasso Campanella, political radical and hermetic theorist; contemporary of Bruno and Galileo. I too have an interest in hermeticism and alchemy, and just like him I am part of a secret brotherhood. Not everyone slavishly draws their inspiration from popular culture."

And there it was, Campanella the snob.

[Star]

"What's it for?"

Might as well ask what magic is for. What's. It. For. I am Jack's Incredulity.

"Just, like, think of allllllll the times you wish you had a giant rubber band." Many a time, yo. Many. A. Time. "I mean, aren't rubber bands the Hitchhiker's towel of the Malaysian polymer world? You could..."

Ruh-roh, Shaggy. Camper Van Beethoven has A Vein.

"Whoah. Did you just rag on my s'name? Like hermeticism isn't the pop culture of the esoteric Fallen? Come on, man. Don't even get me started on alchemy. I mean, of course that's your contention. You're, what, a first year Moros Disciple? You just got finished readin' some hermetic philosopher, Hermes Trismegistus probably. You're gonna be convinced of that 'til next month when you get to Newton's Corpus Hermeticum, and then you're gonna be talkin' about how the energies of Prime and Matter were singular and fundamental way back before the Celestial Ladder. That's gonna last until next year. You're gonna be in here regurgitating the Nemean, talkin' about, you know, the violent utopia and the Wisdom-forming effects of moral atavism..."

Anywaaaay.

"Oh, hey. Strix. Faye. 'Sup?"

A pause.

"Can I have a sip? Of the Monster. Uh, please."

Because making words.

[Fisher]

"Hey Campanella," she said in greeting. She greeted all the new arrivals by name as well as they came in.

Fisher sat happily munching her pumpkin bar looking up at those gathering around Tuesday and herself. She didn't even seem to mind the extended sipping that Tuesday took of her drink, so nothing so far was dampening her mood.

The new arrivals had a box of pumpkin bars extended to them and Fisher looked up to see if anyone wanted one.

"Pumpkin bars? They're yummy!" she said tempting them with her baked goods.

Star and his surgical tubing got a questioning tilt of her head and she considered his response. How would this be a double date?

"Double date? No, I have no dating life. My life is boring relationship wise," she jokingly lamented.

"Oh, that's a cool skirt Faye!" Fisher said enthusiastically as she looked up at it.

Then there was the exchange between Star and Campanella and her eyes only slightly glazed over as words were said. She understood a few of the words and talking about prime and matter started making some sense, however, she was not familiar with alchemy so those names were lost on her. What she did understand was that Campanella was kind of anal about his name.

"You know," she said looking to Star in an effort to lighten the conversation once more. "with all that tubing you could set up some great slingshots for slingshot wars!"

[Truce]

"Oh, like a slingshot cannon or something?" comments Truce with interest, reflecting Fisher's remarks. Knowing Star, perhaps he had some game in mind. Or perhaps he was setting up a torture chamber somewhere in the Guardians designated area. Or perhaps he just likes to keep them guessing.

Campanella's answer is regarded with similar interest, mostly for its origins and less for the personal preference. When Star chimes in again it's with a few name drops and a possible avenue of conversation.

"I'm sure he didn't doesn't mean anything by it," Truce interjects, coming to the Mystagogue's rescue. "Though that does sound like a curious topic of discussion. Moral atavism, would that be like a return to older moral teachings?"

More than likely no one wants to get into that. But he'd rather talk philosophy than take measure of the value of Shadow Names.

Truce waves as members of his Cabal arrive, greeting them with his soft smile.

[Strix]

"Hello Faye," he greeted his cabalmate when she made her entrance with a smile and nod.

"Nothing much is up. You know, life's a hoot and all." Strix replied with a chuckle, not really appearing to mind the way Tuesday had referred to him. There were worse ways to be called, just like the butchering of Campanella's name proved. Of course, the name was a little on the longer side.

That no one had messed it up or shortened it out loud so far was pretty surprising.

Strix actually looked up Campanella's name once, but he hadn't done more than a quick google search which brought up that it meant 'little bell' in Italian — and then he wasn't sure he wanted to know any more reasons why the man had chosen the name he had. Though he guessed the explanation made as much sense as anything else did.

He only partially paid attention when a lot of words were thrown out and about, even more so when it began to sound like Truce was trying to start a philosophical discussion. He had his fair share of them only…well, not too recently, but some time ago. With a professor, an artist, and three mages.

Not again.

The comment about his shirt made him looked down at it, though he only shrugged. "No text," he agreed, "I'll remember to wear one with some next time."

Then he looked at Fisher's pumpkin bars, taking one with a, "Thank you," before taking a bite and humming at its taste, agreeing with them being yummy when he said, "They are good."

[Aurora]

There was a pause as her eyes go from Campanella to Star and back again. What did she walk in on?

She could understand being upset if someone mispronounced you name. And being pissed if it was made fun of. But she wasn’t exactly sure what she missed. And obviously whatever had been said pissed Campanella off.

But that pop culture jab was kinda low.

“I personally don’t see anything wrong with getting your Shadow name from pop culture. If the name has meaning to you, isn’t that all that matters?” there was some confusion on her face, but her tone was neutral. "Though in all fairness, I like unique and different names, and think yours is pretty unique." she offers Campanella with a soft smile.

Blue eyes look to Star as he goes off on something about alchemy and Arcana before his question sunk in.

“Oh, uh, yeah, sure.” She holds it out to him in case he was being serious.

“Pumpkin bars? Sure, I’ll try one. Thanks!” she says stepping over to Fisher and accepting the offered treat. Taking a small bite, her eyes widen and light up, “Hey, this is pretty damn good! Ok...Fisher is now in charge of treats!” she usually didn’t like pumpkin, but this awesome.

She then mock poses for Fisher with a grin, “Thank so? Thanks! Want to get the most out of the weather before it’s too cold you know.” She loved skirts, was just her preferred thing. Plus, she loved her legs and showing them off. “Oh! Slingshot wars…but with water balloons!!!” now that would be fun!

“Hey Strix!” she greets back with another grin. Faye was in a good mood today.

[Tuesday]

"Hey Faye~!" Tuesday calls when she sees the blond.

Tuesday snorts. Biting her lip. That had almost been her getting a scolding from Star. Who of course retorts with a barrage of fancy smart words. Tuesday didn't want to exercise her brain today. Why would she when her happy fun time was laying on the ground soaking up the sun?

"They are!" says a grinning Unicorn. Then has second thoughts. If everyone else wanted one, then there would be less for her. And Fisher. "Nope. Sorry. They're totes icky." totally serious face going on.

Tuesday giggles. Owl puns. Awesome.

"Hmm...but maybe next time. We," hand moves between her and Fisher, "Might chose to lose the text, and shake it up with an image...or gasp nothing!"

"No. Don't listen to owl-boy-they are not good. And should only be finished by those who've had some. Because we wouldn't want to make another poor soul eat something gross." Her grinning face was competently contradicting her grave tone.

A betrayed look appears on her face when Faye too takes a pumpkin par. "They're poison! No more eating them. Fisher and I can safely dispose of them!"

"Totes why I'm out here Faye. It's gonna get all cold and rainy soon soooo~ yeah." a nod, hazels alight, "Oh em gee...yes! So much yes. That would be awesomely fun. We can do water-balloon or paint-balloons or something!"