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The Four Seasons stands on this troubled day as a final bastion of normality in a freehold rocked by old frictions that have sparked into something new and hostile, and it will be only a meeting of the Sovereign's to once again bring peace.
Already arriving early having communicated with Rick, Terri paces the reception as Mr. Bates waits behind reception, ignoring his fellow member of Autumn. Every now and again, she checks her phone to ensure she hasn't missed anymore developments.
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Rick's steps were brisk, agitated as he strode into the Four Season's Hotel. Yeah, he obviously wasn't too thrilled with the news either. He checked his phone as he walked in, reading Fu's text before slipping it back into his pocket. Summer was split too, how wonderful. Then he made his way straight over to Terri, "Where are we meeting HAL?"
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"Hey. He's got a conference room set aside all ready," Terri replies with a gesture down one of the corridors that leads deeper within the hotel. "Have you heard anything else?" she enquires, spotting him looking at his phone upon entering.
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Rick started moving down the corridor she'd pointed out, talking as he walked. "Fu says that Summer's loyal to the Freehold. Which means that Summer's split, or he's claiming that Summer's in the right through all of this." Texting was such an annoying way to communicate at times. "I'm inclined to guess the first option, don't see why he'd feel the need to send us a text about it if it were the second." He heaved a frustrated sigh as he finished speaking. Because, of course, it was entirely possible that Summer was in the right. The worst part of this entire situation was having no clue why it had happened.
Some part of him was wondering if today could get any worse. The rest of him told him not to tempt fate. There was a True Fae lurking around, after all.
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Alice walked into the the Four Seasons her ears perked up and alert and her tail still as she scanned the lobby when she entered. She was still dressed as she was in the park, in sturdy practical clothes for trip into the Hedge. She spotted Terri right away and made her way toward the woman with the hint of a relieved look on her face, which was a small crack in her calm expressionless mask.
She had been glad when she received the text from Fu. She honestly hoped he was telling the truth, however since Sam hadn't been the one to contact her she was a little concerned. Either he didn't get the message or Sam was breaking with the freehold. She hoped it was the former the latter was too horrid to imagine. How can he do this when The Ear is right on our doorstep? What the fuck kind of Summer ignores their pledged enemy the Gentry to fight their own kind, forsaking pledges and making us all vulnerable?
"Terri I'm glad to see you. Are the others hear yet? You haven't seen Sam yet have you?"
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"Well, at least Fu's on side. We'll have to keep a watch on the others." Terri turns as Alice approaches, a grim smile on her face. "Mr. Liebowtiz is waiting and we're...ah, here we are." She looks past Rick and Alice to the entrance where Katrin Byeli enters accompanied by Nightfall.
"Greetings. I assume we're all ready, yes?" she asks, looking to the Queen of Spring and the Legate of Mists.
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"Good, the sooner we can begin the better." She turned to the entryway and saw the Winter Queen enter.
"I think everyone who is showing up is here, the rest are waiting," Alice said as she started to the conference room. "We should hurry there is much to discuss."
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Presence
Striking Looks
GoodwillNightfall silently follows Katrin, giving Alice a respectful bow.
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"I don't think any of us were ready for this." There is really no doubt as to what Rick is referring to in response to Katrin's inquiry.
And then he followed Alice into the meeting room. He couldn't agree with her sentiment more. The sooner he knew what was going on the better. Though he couldn't help but feel as though the knowledge he sought would not provide the least bit of comfort. How could it, with the question it would answer? Was there any reason that could make the possibility of a Civil War any less horrible, and the implications less terrifying?
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The conference room isn't that deep into the hotel, still part of the mundy world. Waiting outside is HAL himself, who nods to each in turn while holding the door open. Inside is a round wooden table with enough seats for all and several glasses of water on standby. As Terri goes to enter, the Autumn Sovereign simply bars her way with a shake of his head.
"Pay your visit to Simon Oita and get a working portrait of your attacker."
The Twilit Page wants to glare at HAL but decides against it. In truth, she had no business here and if she wasn't careful, her memory could fade over time. With a nod to Rick, Terri leaves the gathered and the Four Seasons.
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