Magic Bowling Night

[Campanella]

"I have no idea. I'll partner up with anyone."

Campanella was now testing his bowling shoes. Then he was looking at the bowling alleys, and the bowls already lined up on their racks. He had a far away look that might have been described as panicked, philosophical, or drifting onto another thought.

"Two teams of three, or three teams of two."

He bought his mind back to the present.

"In any case, I should probably pair up with Epitaph here."

Who said you couldn't mix work and pleasure? The bowling night was hot on the heels of their last, unexpected, gathering at the Sanctuary. The Moros had not had much chance to feel out his fellow Mystogogue.

"Lemonade would be best, I think," he offered to Samael.

[Epitaph]

"Then we shall become a triptych," Epitaph agreed, moving to stand beside the other Necromancer, something in the Gothic woman's expression suggesting that this turn of events was pleasant, though there was no singular facet of her expression that revealed this. Perhaps it was due to how heavily painted her features were, even if her clothing was relatively casual otherwise. Except, of course, for the strangely oversized bowling shoes she wore with the odd brown splotches staining the suede and leather.

[Aurora]

Blue eyes turn to Samael as he talked.

A small wave offered to Daniel.

“Oh! Drinks, um, I’ll have whatever’s on tap.” She did enjoy her beer.

“I certainly can’t complain, how about you?” she asks.

A nod, “Teams is a great idea.” And she wasn’t picky about who she was on a team with.

With Campy teaming with the new goth, she turns to Sand Sand , “Want to team up?” she asks.

[Sand]

Hypothesis
noun
A supposition or proposed explanation made on the basis of limited evidence as a starting point for further investigation.

Hypothesis: Aurora partnering with Campanella.

<1 min - Hypothesis proven wrong.

"Heck yeah! Samael? Lacuna? Any preference between the two of you?"

As Aurora ordered, a mozzarella stick heavily doused in marinara sauce is consumed. "Oh yeah- beer is perfect for bowling. I'll take one of those." Although... the likelihood of this particular bowling alley having a decent scotch was potentially high. Next time.

[Lacuna]

The teams are slowly being made, preferences for people, their company or their bowling skill Lacuna knew not.

"I don't have a preference" she says assuming that Samael will go towards the Mystagogues, but a wicked seed of an idea sprouts, "On second thought. I'll head over to-" damn, she only knew Aurora's mundane moniker. "To Cam and our gothic friend." let Samael surround himself with beautiful blonds.

[Campanella]

"Well, I do believe that that is settled." Campanella said once Lacuna had made her choice apparent.

"Shall we?" He gestured to the bowling alley, and then promptly gave up the initiative by coming to halt at the ball rack - and staring at the bowling balls as if they were caged beasts that could bite.

"I think I shall wait for that drink, first." He affirmed.

Then, to his team: "I trust you are settling in alright? I'm sorry that the meeting was a little slap dash. None of us ever expected such a number to turn up. It took us quite by surprise. Did you get the questions you sought answers to resolved?"

The way the last gathering at the Sanctuary had spun out of control irked him still on the quiet.

[Epitaph]

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[Aurora]

There was a laugh as she looked at the scoreboard, "Ok, I can totally get behind that!" she exclaims.

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