Somebody's pulling at Fate's threads here. Five mages just happen to settle down within walking distance of each other and just happen to find themselves meeting by pure coincidence. Geist isn't complaining, but he does feel like something happens to be pushing along the entire scene. Perhaps he's caught the paranoia bug but he finds himself checking the windows for some shadowy interloper. Nothing reveals itself of course but it doesn't help his sudden case of the shivers. He looks over at the other mages as he grabs the trash at the table while checking the the time.
Definitely behind schedule.
Or whatever you call the loose, meandering, thing Geist keeps track of, feeling more like a connect-the-dots picture than a schedule proper.
Maybe I can bring these guys around the Byzantine and the FC section of the Club? That way we can talk Consilium stuff without throwing out techne to keep it on the down low.He checks over his shoulder again for any listening Sleepers. "I gotta dash myself; some things and stuff to get to. But if you guys wanna talk around a crowd that's in the know, I can get you some VIP treatment at that Byzantine place Seren was talking about. I know the guy who owns the place and if anybody's got night to burn this Sunday night, I can shoot him a text. Place's got great beer and these really tasty duck-fat fry things that go great with sauce. Anyone game?"
He looks around the table for any takers, lingering on Seren as he does so. Then, Geist slides to a stand on his clacking skates. He will offer directions and addresses if asked. Unless stopped, he will depart the coffee shop.
OOC: Indeed! If anyone wants to start up a Private Scene at the Byzantine's Lounge to talk about recent events in the Consilium without Sleeper censoring yourself, I'll set it up.