(2512) Sanctuary

[ReubanBrightwood]

This Scene started RP on discord during site down time the first few posts have been ported over.

(ooc: Opening post. Sanctuary is a condensation of the coming and going at the circle of creation the safe harbor and meeting place for the Sacramento Consilium. A building undetectable by Selcesti and seers alike the magical duplicate of Westminster Abby houses private areas for each of the five orders of the pentacle along side public space where mages meet, cross paths and share in some much needed safety. -- There is no privacy in the public areas anything said can be heard by all present)

[Chambers]

(Chambers entering the scene) The Moros in a heavy woolen suit of grey has found a pew and sat himself down with the public copy of official meeting records, leafing through the pages of the tome, so must clearly have mage sight active and cloaked as no spells can be sensed or casually seen in his pattern, and is comparing them to loose sheets of paper while making notes in a pad of his own already decently filled with scribbles, scrawls, notes and diagrams. A steaming thermos of something hot and scented lightly floral jasmine maybe?

[Skye]

Kicking up her board to grab underneath her arm and heading into the common areas to see if anyone was there before planning to make a visit to Bob in the quarters, having grown to be a nice companion these past few months since summer had ended.

Dressed in her usual colors as she peeks in whilst sipping on her hot cocoa, purse over her shoulder with a small bag sticking out after her supply run.

Eyes drawn to the hierarch but more surprised than anything to see him with a drink, here. He almost never consumes anything around others, and now this, is something amiss? Casually stepping inside but leaving ample room between them, making certain to keep silent waiting to see she would not be disturbing him before even considering to speak.

[Chambers]

The good thing about stone floors is they announce the presence of anyone not actively trying to hide, a half glance around shows him Skye hovering, marking his place with half torn page from his notebook he turns in full. "Hello, Skye, is everything alright?" In his experience hovering like that usually mean bad news or a confession from most people, but Skye and her mannerisms were a little odd so best not assume, but still reflexively he braces for some unfortunate tiding.

[Skye]

Offering the Hierarch a friendly wave as he took the initiative to speak, having no clue about him bracing for anything.
”Good evening, everything quite alright with me. Keeping busy, yourself?” Creaking her neck and taking a sip out of her chocolate. ”Just came back from a supply run, was gonna go charge my board and get a workout pass in before heading out for the evening.” Nodding towards the papers he had been going through. ”Everything good?”

[Chambers]

No new doom? No freshly breaking emergency? No dire news? Well that's a relief. And something of his posture softens just a tad as it seems whatever he had been expecting did not come to pass. "That's good then." At the arrows question a brief glance at the books and pages. "Yes everything is fine, I don't have a flawless memory so it often serves me well to go back over what was said in the meeting." Fresh perspective, reminders and details over looked at the time. "Searching for fresh inspiration, connecting dots I didn't in the moment, recontextualising information." It was not glamourous, none of his work was glamourous but the value in the hard graft of digging through piles of information to find the missing pieces was immeasurable.