(1805) Sanctuary 16

[Lacuna]

"A coffee is any coffee," she says with a ghost of a smile.

"Lacuna." her answer is short. As she crosses her arms and leans against the wall she'd been inspection.

Nodding when Hamia asks the question on her mind. Just what did the blond do?

[Aurora]

A smile and wave were offered to Winter, “Hey.” Was the greeting.

Looking back to Hamia, “I’ve found that only one coffee a day is not nearly enough.” Not for her anyways. “Maybe I can look into getting a coffee maker for one of the side rooms, that way we can have it whenever we want or need it.” It could happen. “But I won’t say no if someone else wants to bring coffee every once and a while.” A smile.

“Oh, I’m a side show performer. And aside from eating and dancing with fire, I hula hoop with it too. Pays the bills.” Not as much as she would like though.

Blue eyes glance around the room before she nods, “Seems we are.” Though it didn’t worry her. She’d seen so many pass through the city that she’d learned not to get attached. Well, she was attached to Sand and Campy, but they didn’t always come to the Circle.

“So, anyone have anything exciting going on? Or seen anything exciting?”

[Hamia]

Lacuna's comment earns a genuine, nose-wrinkling smile from her cabal counterpart. She shakes her head lightly. Then her gaze shifts to Aurora.

"I'm with you, there." she retorts. "And yeah... coffee maker might be just what this place needs. I'll foot the bill next round, though. I just need to find a good local spot."

Aurora's explanation gets a wide eyed look and a few nods. "Color me impressed. Do you do parties?" There's just enough of a smirk on her lips to suggest she's teasing.

"Hamia." she answers Winter, appraising the man. "Lindsey out on town." A beat. "Service man?" He may not have the haircut or shave for it, but some traits stick with you long after you leave.

Anything exciting? Hamia shoots Lacuna a grin. She almost feels like asking her if she'd rather be the one to reveal it. Then, she decides to take point. Because it's Lacuna. "We've... sort of consolidated." Cabal is kind of an odd word. Or at least she feels odd saying it, here, addressing the group. "I've been doing a little digging for, um... inspiration. Trying to find some place that would work as a seat of power. Not that the Circle is lacking, or anything." Why does she regret saying this immediately? These are her allies, right? A small voice is saying she would have done better to keep it quiet.

[Sand]

The sound waves of voices sourced not from phone interfere with the sound of voices sourced from phone. Surprise is close to nil. It is the Circle. Ear buds are tugged free, cables carefully wound and returned to backpack as steps bring the sound of voices closer.

Faces are identified. None new. Surprise at this is not nil but equilibrium had to eventually occur.

"Seat of power not at the Circle? Did I miss something?" Asked as greeting along with smile for Aurora and nod for others.

[Lacuna]

Lacuna's brows climb at Aurora's reveal. "I didn't know people still did that." she gives the blond a smile, "Good on ya for keeping a dying art alive."

Shifting from the wall, "Right. Lorna around Sleepers."

Hamia receives a ghost of a grin back, "Only that Hamia and I have created a Cabal." blunt and to the point. "The Hounds of Artemis. We're currently looking for a hollow. Our seat of power as it were." Lacuna smirks, "We're going to set ourselves up, and see what comes of it." it might seem flippant or irreverent when speaking of a cabal, but this wasn't the most formal of Consiliums that Lacuna had ever been too. It was a nice change. Made her feel like she could relax. Maybe.

[Aurora]

She seems to perk up, “Oh there are way too many amazing little coffee shops around here. You’d be hard pressed to find one that was horrible. Most of the ones I’ve been too are awesome about providing coffee for a group, and the prices are usually always reasonable.” She knew her coffee and knew her local coffee shops. “But I’ll price out a few coffee makers, narrow it down and we can go from there. I was thinking one of those big ones that holds quite a bit of coffee, cause we like our coffee.” A grin.

The smirk was returned, “I just so happen to, if the price is right anyways.” Her voice teasing as well. She’d done private parties before.

Outside names? A hand was raised, “Madison while out.” Guess she might as well join the sharing time.

Consolidated? Trying to find a seat of power? Was she talking about a Cabal? Or was Aurora really that much of a blonde?

A hand was raised in greeting, “Hey Sand! Come join us.” Then a shrug was added, cause she Shaman wasn’t completely sure what Hamia was talking about. She thought she knew, but wasn’t sure.

Looking back to Lacuna, there was a nod, “Family business.” It was true, to a point. She took off from her parents a long time ago and expanded upon what she did. “And you're right, it's a dying art.” A hint of sadness in her voice.

Lorna. Noted.

So it was a Cabal!

“Nice, congrats. Been a while since there were two Cabals in Sacramento, it’ll be nice.” And she meant it.

[Winter]

There was lot of value in formality and rules, but even informal meetings like this could provide utility. Community building for one, and a treasure trove of information and tidbits of knowledge for the apt listener.
And although he had never been popular at parties, he felt compelled to play along in his own way. He was a man of few words, his reticence coupled with the professional unwillingness to give away information by lying, prompted him to stay still and listen.

He nodded to the tall woman. Lacuna, going by Lorna. He committed to memory, the woman was built like a warrior. She was the taciturn type, he liked that, he decided.

"Yes, I served" He told the friendly brunette. They had something in common, and yet, the name Lindsey, something carefree - unlike his -, was apropos.

"Hey". He greeted Aurora back. Now, the woman was flashy and in many ways he regarded her as the anti-Campanella. The guy was austere, the woman was cheerful.
Madison? So, going by intuition alone, Campanella would probably call himself Aurelius or something equally magisterial.

He gathered from her words that she was some kind of performer or actress, not hard to believe given her appearance and the equipment she was carrying.

He turned around just in time to spot the familiar silhouette of another blonde which he acknowledged with a polite handwave. It appeared that today, as far as attention grabbing looks were concerned, himself and the Libertine guy would be only ones at the center of the Gaussian.

"Another cabal", he inquired, "will make this Consilium stronger; if you require assistance, I'm willing to help". He added in earnest.

[Sand]

Hamia + Lacuna = Cabal. Hounds of Artemis. Information to be added to the small spreadsheet later.

"Ah! Congratulations! And good luck. If you need any assistance- let me know. I'd be more than happy to lend my skills in Prime to setting you guys up." Enthusiasm to match Aurora's. Similar sentiments.

Lorna. Madison. Corey. A subtle reminder of paperwork still waiting to be filled out and processed.

A chuckle, "I mean- in all honesty, up until a couple weeks back everything felt empty."

City. Circle. Even Cabal had felt empty during that week after Tuesday's note.

"But don't worry, you aren't alone. I think only the Mysterium actually has more than one representative."

Because Apostate didn't count.

[Lacuna]

Nodding at their congratulations, briefly the Mastigos smiles. But her steely blues find Hamia as Winter offers his aid. Did he want into their cabal? Take their messure? Lacuna doesn't frown, but only just. Hamia wasn't weak...but she was delicate (no that wasn't right either. shit), and the Apostate didn't want a male presence within what would become their Sanctum without a very long talk involved. Between herself and Hamia and between the two of them and whoever it was.

"Thanks. We'll see about any hallow hunting or ley line adjusting when the time comes. We've only recently agreed formally become and announce our cabal." She shifts and wishes for a proper seat. "With a name like ours, our purpose should be clear. But I'll say it for the sake of clarity. We..." she didn't want to say hunt. She thought she left that behind, when her mind was seared open, when she was dragged screaming to the Truth, "Proactively protect people from monsters."