(Open) Fusion Cuisine at its Finest

[Campanella]

"Yojimbo" was a name that fit the image of Japanese cuisine. A catchy name, but perhaps not one that could conjure the image of fusion cuisine. Perhaps even more interesting than the name was the location, out on the outskirts of Davis. Davis, being that campus town just west of Sacramento. But hey, the restaurant was intimate and this was a campus town in California. And Sacramento was relatively close by.

Campanella was counting on that when he sent out his invitations. Tuesday, Faye, Oculus and the others had laid down a challenge - to organise a dinner outing; and it was a challenge he had accepted. They had wanted ethnic food - he had obliged. Rather than pick one cuisine or culinary style over another, he had opted for a general adventure. Or at least, that was his hope.

The Pentacle mages of Sacramento needed to let their down a little. They needed to get out and away from the city with its trials and tribulations.

And Campanella wanted to test the reach of his influence. "Yojimbo" was theirs for the evening. An intimate dining experience for a select group of people. So easy in the summer quiet to book out the restaurant for an evening. They might not be able to talk about everything but they could at least be certain of a modicum of privacy.

The Moros fidgeted with his cuff links while he waited for the Consilium other guests to arrive.

Well, I did promise so here it is. Open to one and all. Please enjoy

[Tuesday]

"You know," comes a rasping drawl, "If you wanna jump ship and head over to the boys club, you can. Prolly get along better with their mission statement. Aaaaand this way. Me and Madison can steal Sandy. Do a whole 'no boys allowed' amazon thing." a smirk, a sparkle in the twin hazels.

Tonight her earcuffs were less faerie fair, but something simple and maybe even elegant. Well, Tuesday hoped. Since. The Tuesday part of her didn't do elegant. Really tonight she wanted to wear a frayed sweater with faded text waxing lyrical about a unicorn, because that's what unicorns do. But. Since tonight was tonight and Campy worked do effin' hard she didn't wear the sweater. In fact, she didn't even wear pants. Red, the color of not her, configured into a loose and swaying dress. That's right folks Tuesday was wearing a dress. On purpose. Of her own volition. No dares involved.

"Props. Cam. Like. Seriously. This. Like. Wow. Mean it." smiles. Meaning it smiles.

[Aurora]

She wasn’t sure what she was going to wear, which was new for the Shaman. But ever since her Path change, fashion just wasn’t a top priority for her anymore.

So she settled on a pair of black leather pants and a gauzy tank top, over which she added her long red leather coat. A pair of strappy heels completed the look and her long blonde hair flowed effortlessly around her shoulders. Least she knew her legs were killing it in the leather pants! While fashion wasn’t top anymore, a girl still wanted to look good.

Parking the GTO and walking up, she quickly spotted the others, a had raised in greeting. They totally should have car pooled, her car can seat four. But whatever.

And wait…was Tuesday wearing a dress?! She didn’t know the unicorn had any!

“Hope I haven’t kept you guys waiting.” She says with a bashful smile, “But this place looks amazing!” her eyes looking to Campy, “Can’t wait to try it, thanks for getting this together.”

[Campanella]

"Welcome. Welcome. Please, take your seats. We should be able to speak easily once the meal is underway." Campanella plays the host. He leads the group to a table of austere beauty. "I hope you will enjoy this experience. I did my best to carry out people's wishes."

He seats himself last of all. He makes a little bow for Faye and Tuesday.

"I left invitations for all at the Circle. Sandy included; though I expect she may be still establishing herself in town deltadream Sand ." He inclined his head toward Vigil.

To Oculus: "Thank you. And yes, I am fond of some of his work but I would not go so far as to call me knowledgeable or a fan. I take it that you are?" He chuckled and waved his hand as the other Mystogogue continued. "Ah. Think nothing of it. I wanted to do it. And at least this way we can limit the amount of eavesdropping. As I said, we can speak easy once the meal gets going."

Still with Oculus when the Shaman turns his conversation to the Exchange: "Yes. I am part of such a group. Currently there is only myself and Vigil here on the roster. And since you ask, yes, things are going quite well right now. Quiet and pleasant." He cast a quick glance to Vigil for confirmation and he pauses while Tuesday speaks.

"What would you like to know?"

[Tuesday]

Soon, there is a Vigil - and Tuesday's instincts to add or subtract a y for a not s'name, fit for public use name comes to a halt. Because Vigil. Vigily? Viggy?

...maybe if she ever gets mad slash disappointed in him.

"Madison, hey!" a bow even if a curtsy would be better, when the blond gives her a double take.

A chair found and an ass plopped.

"Dude. Just saying. You like your libraries." while the Foxes was more about getting shit done. Not to say that the Exchange wasn't about that either. But their prim-directive wasn't getting shit done. "Cam's thing. Libraries. Or well the learning part of libraries, right?" question thrown at the men of the Exchange.

[Aurora]

She turns at the sound of the voice, smiling as she sees Vigil,

“Evening! How's everything been going?” She greets. At the mention of Sand, she looks to Campanella and the others, she wasn’t sure.

Following the others, she finds a seat and removes her jacket, draping it behind the chair before sitting.

A smile was offered to Campy, “I’m sure it will be a wonderful evening.” A chance to just let their hair down and enjoy a meal was just what they needed. “though you might find yourself in the position as our new dinner coordinator.” She adds with a chuckle.

Nodding as he mentions leaving an invitation at the Circle. Was good to know the invite was extended, she didn’t want anyone to feel left out.

“Glad to hear things are going well.” And she meant it. Part of her still felt a little guilty for not joining, but Foxes felt more like home to her.

Eyes move from Oculus to Tuesday and back to Oculus. Did the unicorn want him out of the Cabal? If so, it would be news to her, she didn’t have a problem with the guy. But she hadn’t really gotten to know him since the truth or dare night. So she remains silent, watching the exchange.

Grinning at Tuesday, “That dress is awesome. Maybe I need to go shopping with you sometime, get some pointers.” And shopping was more fun with someone else anyways.

“No reason we can’t work together.” A shrug, about the library thing. “But I figured we were going to all work together anyways, kinda went without saying and all that.”

[Campanella]

Campanella settles more comfortably into his seat. A bit of eye contact later and the menu's and entree is being distributed. The Moros waits, orders his thoughts, and lets the staff do their thing and slip away.

"The learning part of libraries, yes. I'm afraid I don't have much of one myself. My group did have the start of one... but then the main contributor departed." He gestured helplessly to Tuesday.

Turning to Oculus once more: "Mandatory classes? Now why doesn't that surprise me. Fellini? I can understand the attraction. He has a lot to say, does he not? Mission statement? For the group?" At this he chuckles. "Right now there isn't one. Don't get me wrong, when the group first formed we had some bold ideas... making ourselves a source of learning and being able to provide advice and support to the other teams... Now I'm afraid we are just two guys and a cabin. Its a well situated cabin. Just ask... my friend here."

Campanella gestured to Vigil.