Fall and Answer

[Rhodes]

Rhodes had offered his skills at Oneiromancy once before, and that had been widely received. He hoped to do another, but with Ingrid being illusive it had been hard to get permission to use the Spring Tavern as a focal point. To use it without her notice would just be rude. His own Hollow was a private sanctum – and the Dread Lord was not yet ready to open that to the Freehold at Large. Besides, it really didn't have the space.


And so, the Autumn King had decided to open a forum on something else. Anything else. Occultism for beginners. If nothing else it would find out what talents were lacking – even his own – and what knowledge could and should be sought. With more of the Freehold looking to Hedge Dive, and a continued lack of Fall courtiers to root out such things, it fell to him to come up with new and imaginative ways of spreading and gathering the information these sources gained.


The main room at Ednas had a large blackboard brought in, found hidden away in a room upstairs. Several leather-bound volumes – some decidedly Hedge-looking in appearance –were on the dominating heavy wooden table. One was open in front of him, the cover pulsing slightly.


With assorted teas and coffees ready on a side table, Rhodes leaned non-chalantly on the arm of the throne and sipped his tea, scanning the pictures of assorted Hobs.

This is an Open scene for anyone wanting to discuss magicy-type things: the Hedge, Pledges, Dreams, anything you like. It’s an Occult Q&A to help Rhodes find what is needed, or people need, to buff up their Wyrd skills.

Apologies to Typhuzuzu but as a heads-up, this will likely class as a Freehold event, by perception if not of the Season.

[Exegesis Agarwal]

Rapping on the door and waiting for a reply before entering, X comes draped in a black dark and high backed collar, looking, at least to get eyes more like a Disney villain than anything else.

[Rhodes]

The door swings open for the pair to be met with the icy whip of wind of the Autumn King's Mantle. Rhodes himself is smiling easily, and gestures the two of them inside. "Do come in. It's... Orion, Yes? You arrived at Spring's little soiree, I recall. And Exegesis! So good to see you again. What a charming collar! We must talk about commissions sometime soon."

Compared to the Spring Party Rhodes has returned to his usual formality, this time in a fine scarlet shirt, black tie, and black pants. Though there is no jacket, the Flowering is wearing a coat of roiling stormclouds over the shirt instead. It is quite cool within the house, with smattering of Autumn leaves dusting the floor.

"Welcome to the Haunted House," he says, leading them inside. "Each court has a facet of Funderland - Autumn's is merely a little on the nose, as it were." Rhodes waves an arm at the table off drinks, before dropping into the throne at the head of the huge pawn table. "Refreshments are there, as you please. I intend this to be somewhat less structured than I would usually prefer, more to gauge what knowledge is had, what can be understood, and what is of greatest benefit to be imparted soonest. The Leaden Mirror know many things, but also time is precious, and I would not wish to waste yours." He inclines his head slightly, before suddenly slamming a hand down on a peculiarly bound book that had been creeping slowly to the edge of the table. It emits a tiny shriek, then lies still. "My apologies. Some of my collection is from the Hedge, and has a few... eccentricities." The Dread Lord smiles, mindlessly and sinister.

[Rhodes]

The Dread Lord smiles from his throne. It was good to get the new faces hitting the ground running, not to mention acknowledging himself as a figure of knowledge. The Fairest's ego purred in his chest at the thanks and civility.

"Welcome to you all. So pleasant for you all to be acquainted, and for me to get to know some of you a little better," He nods to Exegesis, Orion, and Moon. "I think it is only Sir Norton that has been here before," he smiles casually at his Kith-mate, "but since the Freehold has lasted here, this place has been the seat of the Autumn Court." The Flowering gestures around. "It is officially the Haunted House of Funderland - now abandoned, but it has been a Boarding house, a place for the Lost, and before that was the place of an actual serial killer early in its history." the Dread Lord pauses for effect, sipping his own coffee.

"Largely I just find such tidbits interesting, but there is a point to this: on the surface, we are changed, but when we look a little deeper, there are a host of secrets for our new lives to be unveiled. At this moment, there are enough people that I do not know what our Freehold does not know. I want to try and ensure a basic understanding through our Freehold. Everyone will not be an expert, but to fill gaps in people's knowledge they feel a need for. The Hedge. Pledges. Dreams. Even simple awareness, such as some so recently addressed, to ensure our safety from those we know would do us great harm if we were found and others great harm if we let them." There was no need for more detail, the threats to the Lost were many.

Rhodes spreads his arms convivially. "The Leaden Mirror are not only the Court of Fear, but one that tries to unpick our magical side and turn those tools on our enemies. It does no good to hoard that knowledge. I want to consider this an open session. What do you all wish to learn, and seek a greater understanding? I will answer what questions I can. Some of you know my passion for Oneiromancy, but I know also of the Wyrd, the Occult, and many things therein. So. What shall we broach first?"

The Dread Lord looks around the room, looking to see what topics will be raised.

[Fawkes]

Fawkes finishes his smoke, pale porcelain lit by the screen of the phone as he checks the time. He wasn't sure if it just a little too late at this point, but social niceties had never really stayed his hand before. Rhodes hosting an educational block was something the Spear could appreciate.

The Elemental approaches the door and pauses for a beat when he hears the quiet buzz before seeing the Summer woman waiting politely. He carried an office combo of coffee enough for a large group alongside the other additions, and wore a plain black v-neck t-shirt and jeans. He gives a small wave to her,

"Hi. Simone...right?" he says to announce his approach, not looking to startle before locking step next to her.