(Loyalty Is,) Faces on Posters

[Saber Sloth]

Missing posters are stuck to sign posts. Fallen pages litter gutters. People go missing all the time, the Lost know this more then most. Sometimes no one ever knows they've gone missing, other times no one cares. The night is dark, and shadows long.

Sometimes, someone cares.

Within one of Funderland's staff rooms, the Lost will gather to wait for one of those souls who care. Days before, a brittle voice was heard over the phone, asking for a meeting between those few who might help her find someone who might have been Lost.

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Woland Orianna Xadun Origins

Aug 2019

(Loyalty Is,) Faces on Posters

Sep 2019

(Loyalty Is,) El Rancho Motel

Oct 2019

Flowers and Flames

Dec 2019

(Loyalty Is,) Edna's Aftermath

Dec 2019

The Loss of Another

Jan 2020

(Loyalty Is,) What Remains

Jan 2020

(Loyalty Is,) The Source

Mar 2020

(Loyalty Is,) Diner Destination

Apr 2020

(Loyalty Is,) The Great Spider Bazaar

Apr 2020

(Loyalty Is,) Funderland Findings

Apr 2020

(Loyalty Is) Steps Retraced

Jun 2020

(Loyalty Is,) Spillin' Secrets

Jul 2020

(Loyalty Is,) Behind Door 17

[Seraphina]

The chance to help someone? That was something she couldn’t turn down. Missing person posters were one thing. But to actually have someone who cared enough to actively search for their loved one? That wasn’t as common to her.

Walking into the room, she was casual, jeans and a white tank top. Her hair flowed around her shoulders, brushing the back of her calves. Sneakers on her feet as well as her Hedgespun jacket and necklace. Because you never know.

Seeing her fellow Spring, she smiles, “Hi Abraham.” Greets the Nix, putting her messenger bag down.

Hedgespun jacket and necklace, stats listed on mini, bottle of water, notebook and pen, small baubles for trading(broach, ring, necklace, sun catcher) protean bars, cell in jeans pocket

[Circe]

The blueberry Fairest was next to arrive, looking for all the world like a lawyer walking around the back office thanks to her suit. It is one of her usual black suits save for the black athletic shoes.

"Ciao Abe, Sera," she nods in greetings she was just as armed as Abraham though less prepared for the Hedge. At least she wasn't in heels. Circe took a seat between the two already present as she dug out her laptop, "Ya two know the wifi password already right? It ain't a long one if ya don't."

Instead of preparing for the Thorns she'd prepared to do research on the spot if needed.

On person business suit, colt 45, combat knife, 2 reloads, taser, smartphone, laptop carrying case, thin kevlar vest. In carrying case a laptop, a water bottle, and 2 MREs

[Rhodes]

The door opens, and the low, chilling breeze of the King of the Autumn Court blusters in heralding the arrival of Rhodes. He is wearing his customary suit and hedgespun coat, despite the climate. The Flowering smiles broadly at he gathers Changelings. "Well hello, everyone! I assume we are all here for similar business?" He holds one of the posters in his hand

He slips around to Seraphina and plants a quick kiss on her cheek. "Hello, darling," he greets her specially.

Equipment - Hedgespun coat, fine suit, a fine hip-flask with an 18 year-old scotch, a single large kitchen knife and leather sheath, cellphone, a notebook and pen, wallet containing $127, assorted trinkets for hedge trading (some bracelets, shells, an empty fountain pen, a shard of quartz, a candle and lighter, all in a small bag).

I'll throw Rhode sin this plot for numbers, and not bother with the other plot

[Saber Sloth]

The one benefit to having a set meeting time is that the Lost do not have to wait long. Precisely at the set time, there is a knock, hesitant and soft.

After a moment, the doorknob turns and the door is pushed open. On the other side is a women. Emaciated, more grey panelled then skinned, eyes wide and seemingly unblinking. Hairless, with heavy lines of black seen peaking out from under the lines of her cloths. Well worn, and practical. Around her, lingers the chemical scent of lemon cleaner.

An abortive sound, "I-I assume I'm in the right place." unblinking eyes moving from Lost to Lost. "I...called. I need help." moving into the room, closing the door behind her, the hand that opened then closed the door returns to the battered stack of paper, clawing over it possessively.

[Seraphina]

Smiling with a wave, “Hey Circe!” she watches her take out her laptop, which was a bit of a surprise. A side of the Summer she hadn’t seen. Fun! Nodding, “Yup.” Was programmed into her cell.

Seeing Rhodes come in was a pleasant surprise. It would be fun to work with him! The smile she gave him was warm and loving, and if giving the chance, plants a kiss on his cheek, “Why hello yourself.” Had she known he was coming, she would have waited and arrived with him. Then a nod, “We are, come join the party.” Sera wondered if anyone else would be joining them.

Sapphires turn to look at the door when she heard the knock. The woman who entered was observed, but not in a rude way. But the way the Wyrd affected each Lost was fascinating to her. And it wasn’t kind to this woman.

But, that wasn’t her fault, and Sera remained friendly, “You are. And we are all her to help you.” Greets the Nix, “I’m Seraphina.”

There was a nod as Abraham did his thing.

[Circe]

Circe sniff's at Rhodes arrival, refusing to squee at the cutesy couple antics. She still gave them a thumbs up of support. Then the main event arrives.


She eyes the probable Wizened. Could also be a Elemental of some sort and just meek. Circe wasn't sure about the whole Kith varieties available but some certainly overlapped. "You flatter us my friend, but certainly no exaggeration," Circe's tone is much more composed then usual. She could drop out of the Italian thug at any time she pleased. Usually for a straight up Jersey accent but sometimes refined Italian worked too.


"I am Circe miss, welcome. Do you require anything miss? Coffee perhaps?" There was a Keurig around these back offices, that much she knew. Bloodhounds had nothing on Circe's ability to find coffee.

[Rhodes]

"Just So." Rhodes inclines his head to Abraham with a small smile, waving the poster to the group.

"Sorry I dashed out early. I had to collect a few things," he explains to Sera, before taking up a position against the wall behind the door so he is obscured to people entering. In all things, a touch of Fear.

Circe's professional demeanour is infrequent to the Freehold, but Rhodes has seen it before. He knew just how serious the elf could be.

The changeling that enters is a curious one. Still, civilities should be observed.

"Coffee sounds excellent," he said quietly but clearly, cutting through the quiet from behind the arrival. An icy breeze and spinning leaves ripple out from the corner where the Dread Lord lurks."Please, my dear. Sit. There is no need to Fear us, unless you wish us ill." It wasn't quite a threat? Just enough to sound uneasy. "If you would like some... reassurances? To prove our honorable intentions, and yours, I'm sure we would all be willing to provide." He looks around the room for understanding and confirmation. Simple pledges might seem like using a hammer to kill a cockroach, but as far as two wary unknowns facing one another? There really was nothing better to lay some trusting foundations.