(1809) Organization Consilium

[Aurora]

The day had come for yet another Consilium. But this was an important one. This was where they would decide as a whole how things were going to be done.

She knew there would be those against it. It was just how things went. But would there be enough for it? That question would be answered. But how much of a headache would the discussion cause?

The Thyrsus went a little dressy, but not too much with black leather pants and a golden-brown sweater. Over which she wore her favorite long red leather coat.

True to her word, she shows up with a couple boxes of coffee balanced and some boxes with pastries. There were various flavors and varieties, not know what anyone liked.

Walking in, she was surprised to see new faces as she found a spot to place the numerous boxes. From her messenger bag, paper cups and napkins were removed.

“New faces!” she exclaims with a wide, friendly smile. “Welcome. I’m Aurora, Thyrsus.”

[Knot]

"Uh huh."

Knot gives each of the newcomers a nod, and Alastor a wave. "Same old same old, dude. Looks like people called in outside help cause no one was interested in talking about this shit last time." He shrugged. What was the point? If people wanted a nanny consilium to make them feel better, that was their malfunction.

Instead of belaboring the point (because he knew his opinion wasn't wanted), he turned to Nemo. "Nemo, you look different. Obviously." What do you say to a shapeshifter? He nods over towards Winter. "That's Winter, want an intro?"

It was the least he could do before he took a seat.

Assuming the shapeshifter was cool with it, he walks them over to Winter's frigid little corner while the thearch desperately tried to seize control of the situation. "Winter. I see you're still being anitsocial. This is Nemo. They're in your club. I already told them you're a cranky curmudgeon, so you don't need to pretend otherwise."

  What gun? 2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-22 14:37:52		Knot rolls 7 to Perception (10 Again)		8, 2, 7, 3, 2, 4, 9		2 successes

[Weavebreaker]

There were quite a few new faces, and even the familiar ones, she greeted with a wave and a smile. She watched Banshee place up the note and did not think much of it, as she knew this business wasn't everyone's cup of tea. Weavebreaker had even wished that she didn't have to deal with this, but she knew it was essential.

Weavebreaker did her best to keep faces and names matched, even internally repeating some she was familiar with. Banshee, Cricket, Juris, Samael, Knot, Nebula...

Avi…?! No, Nemo...and strapped...

Winter, Bacchus, Aurora, and Alastor…

Weavebreaker wondered where some of the other faces she saw were, maybe they were already around and she had missed them. The Circle was a big place, afterall.

"Greetings all." Weavebreaker offered to the ensemble of Wise. "I am Weavebreaker, Arrow of the Golden Key."

"Thank you all for coming."

"We have the task today, of shaping what the Consilium will look like. Banshee has been kind enough to bring food and I see that others have been like-minded. Thank you." Weavebreaker bit her lip for a moment.

"I know this whole thing is not everyone's cup of tea. There is no requirement to be involved in these talks." She said with a soft nod.

"We have a diverse bunch of minds, which provides us strength here in Sacramento. We will do our best today to listen to each other and not speak over one another."

"I also see some new faces. Welcome to Sacramento." Weavebreaker clasped her hands together. "May wisdom prevail today."

[Weavebreaker]

Strike the part about noticing the gun.

[Nemo]

Well, it looked like today couldn't have gotten any more interesting, even if someone did suddenly cart in a full dog and pony show. Seriously, what was up with everyone bringing food and drink all of a sudden? Was there a potluck notice that she'd missed?

Given the contents of the note, she didn't think so, but she was still new, and from what Knot had said, it seemed that Captain Sam had arrived recently. Were all of these new people part of his delegation, or something? Well, whatever. At a certain point, the concerns of one city just didn't matter that much when one realized just what, exactly, they were fighting against.

Winter Knot Nebula continue here... ( <---- click this)

[Bacchus]

Bacchus listened as names were mentioned more then anything. There wasn't any point of being in a community of strangers, and as peopled welcomed him or introduced themselves they were met with a smile a nod. Except Samael. Samael, who had tried to begin the meeting in the most condescending way possible by disrespecting two of the very mages who would be voicing an opinion on the matter he clearly cared more about then anything.

Two mages who could just as easily say none of the above.

When the Warlock patronized them with the notion that his opinion would so deeply sway the other magi's he earned a scoff from the Shaman. He instead chose to turn his attention more fully to Nebula and her invitation. He should probably get recognized before the end of the day, but making friends was also on the to do list.

"Pleased to meet another new face." As he continued to smile he pulled a bottle of whiskey from one of the bags along with a stack of glasses. Without another word he took his bottle and little stack with him and followed Nebula.

Bacchus will continue here!