(1707) Sanctuary 9

[Sand]

"Ah. Ok. More graphite is added. Not much though. Filter out the personal and the conjecture and there aren't that many words to record. Writing utensil transforms to fidget spinner (at least it isn't pen clicking?)

A grimace and subtle shake of 'prolly not' at Occulus' look. Familiarity? Yes. Expertise? No.

"Let's not jump to killing the rabbit for the sake of the test. I think Tuesday has a point about going to where the hotel is suppose to be first. See what's there now, see if maybe that provides any of the breadcrumbs needed? Or smoke."

[Aurora]

Eye brows get wiggled at Tuesday.

Faye wasn’t sure if this new carefree attitude was from the Path change, or if she was just feeling more comfortable in her own skin. Whatever it was, she loved it and was going to keep having fun.

“It being dealt with was the best outcome for it. Even if we still had it, it puts an already bigger target on us. Something else we’d have to worry and stress about.” And they had enough crap going on.

“Yeah, I suppose going just going there will answer a few question. Maybe we’re overthinking it.” Which could totally be a possibility. “We go and take a look, if it’s not there, it’s not there. Which means the records would be gone and we’d risk ourselves for nothing.” Enough risks going on.
Eyes watch with a mixture of interest and sadness as Tuesday casts her spell. She knew part of her would always miss being an Enchantress.

“As far as Matter, I’m only an Apprentice. But I’m willing to try if we end up going that route. Lets take a look first and if it’s gone, than we can talk about using magic to break and enter.” She adds with a wink.

Sighing, “If they can alter a time line to change a Path, then something tells me they can mess with enough to make a hotel go away. It’s just another way to wipe us, and what we’ve built and used, off the map. But I agree, there should be something left behind. Least, I hope there is.” And hope was a good place to start.

Eyes than narrow, “We’re not using anyone for bait and we’re not losing anyone again. We’ve lost a lot of good people in this mess, lets not add another number to it. We’ll take a drive and see if it’s still standing. If not, we regroup and go from there.” No…no one else was dying. Unless it was a Seerer…that was completely ok.

Nodding to Vigil, “We’re not going into this halfcocked. We have a plan, we stick to it and then go from there. They might have the upper hand right now, but we’re smart and we’re not backing down. Lets use that against them, let them make the mistakes.” They needed to play this smart, not dumb.

A smile and nod was offered to Sand, she got it.

[Tuesday]

"S'not that hard. Go back to find the guy who wanted the hotel built and Mind whammy him. Kill him. Whatever. Then. No hotel." shrug, "Or like get someone else's idea to pass through whatever committee or whatever. Boom no hotel." hand hair, rake. "And uh. You should all know that we're not just dealing with Seers who've found a way to fuck with Time....it's their dee-bag masters. They're giving the Seers the power and the ability to just do. Like do whatever they need to, to get whatever the hell they need to get done, done."

This time Tuesday sighs, "No one's being used as bait this. Here. All. Our. People. During the Time Trips, you're lucky if you die. Strix. He was eased from Time. I watched his Pattern dissolve. And. Guys. They don't want us dead. That's what the Dreams were about. Us. Becoming them. They want the Diamond. The Pentacle. Gone. Like never to be brought back. Or like erased from Time. This is them trying to win the war. And for some fucking reason we're the only ones that can stop them. So. Yeah. No bait." she says more to the others the to the private dick. Half assuming that these were just more words. "But plans. Yes. Plans are good."

Head shake, peepers popped, and Tuesday takes a moment to get her stare on.

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2017-07-26 17:13:15		[03] Tuesday rolls 3 to Scrutinizing The Clock (Int 2 + Occult 1) (10 Again)		3, 1, 6		failure
2017-07-26 17:13:15		[02] Tuesday rolls 3 to Scrutinizing The Clock (Int 2 + Occult 1) (10 Again)		1, 9, 7		1 success
2017-07-26 17:13:15		[01] Tuesday rolls 3 to Scrutinizing The Clock (Int 2 + Occult 1) (10 Again)		8, 3, 2		1 success

[Campanella]

Campanella listened calmly as the conversation continued, not having much further to contribute and his views being generally put forward by others.

"I totally agree. We should be focusing on that which we can do first. That would be exploring the question of the Hotel. Its something we can do together - safety in numbers, I guess - and we can see what becomes of it. If that doesn't work out we can try our friends and leverage our contacts - shake the tree and see if anything falls out."

He felt like he was only repeating what others had said, but his words served to underline the point.

[Sand]

Fidget spinner pencil halts, landing point down on the capital D of dreams.

"These Dreams- they have you guys either becoming the Seers or being erased from time? " Breathe out slowly."Those had to be nightmares of a special horror."

Question: Were the dreams for specific people. Or was it anyone who was part of this Consillium. Would she get them? Or would she remain an outside variable in the equation?

[Tuesday]

Sand get's a 'p' poppin' yes.

Campy a nod, because Making Sense.

The private dick, a wave.

"Welp. I gotta ask a man about some bellies of pigs." waves. "Laters."

Tuesday follows the Shaman out of the Circle, but travels a different path, hers leading to the grocery store. She did wanna give pork belly a try.

...she also might ruin it, but meh.



As for the others left in the Circle, questions are asked as they have been, answers are given, which of course prompted more questions.

A circle within the Circle.

And that's a wrap! Great scene guys!