(Guilty of Dreaming) Coffee Corner

[Saber Sloth]

That night, that dream, the Nightmare echoed behind the Lost that were called by a klaxon's yell.

The Foreign Demoness mauled by a lion. The Morning Star, stole her own life away, so no other could take it from her.

It was no wonder they decided to meet in the waking hours where the sun seared away what screeched in the night. Coffee brewing, arms and armour both, the aroma filling every corner of Edna's in these early hours before the Park staff would even arrive.

It was no wonder they called upon another Autumn, one who might know more of the Dreaming then they. For they knew poor little Quill with her klaxon's call was still trapped. Bound in awareness, caged in Poison, as a Nightmare raged on around her.

Remember folks, Willpower Recovery is slower then Glamour's!

Cayce Lucifer AwakeOrangutang Penance Xadun Rhodes

[Freya]

The note Freya had found at a presumed hotspot for local Changeling activity had called for cousins gifted in the Contracts of the Dream. Freya was one such cousin and, although she knew no one really in her new home, she was smart enough to understand that the request was both a means to showcase herself before her brethren and also allow her face down threats to her new home. On one hand it was a useful as means of helping to establish herself and, on the other, her instincts to protect wouldn't allow her to ignore the call for aid even though she tried. Briefly.

Thus, a large white passenger van pulled into Edna's Funderland's parking lot and out came Freya. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and she dressed in a white tank top, a pair of running shorts, and some sneakers. THats what those who could only see her Mask would see anyway. Her brethen would see her Mien in all of its savage beauty as her well groomed feathers glistened in the rising sun. She wanted to make her presence clear.

Absent minded, the Hunterheart went to the counter, ordering an iced Bee Sting with just a touch extra honey. into the Haunted House. It was only after she got her drink and had seated herself at a table that she noticed Penance, whom she tried to offer a friendly smile before her eyes landed on the door to the cafe. Clearly she was waiting and she held the crumpled note in her hand.

Invited to the scene! Not just budding in fyi!

ST Edited, crossed out the errors, and my additions are in bold.

[Rhodes]

The floor above Penance and Freya, footfalls step firmly and slowly.

step.... step.... step....

The move from immediately above to the landing, and down the stairs.

step.... step.... step....

With a groan the door opens, reveling the would-be Dread Lord of Autumn. Rhodes also looks like he hasn't slept. Wearing a faded red shirt, black pants, and that trademark thundercloud coat, he enters the room, watching the Orge. "Penance? Good morning. No offense, but you look like I feel." The Fairest strolls across the room, noting the hawk-like other changeling. "And good morning to you, as well. I don't believe I've had the pleasure. Rhodes, of the Autumn Court."

Stray, fyi - this is Edna's:

http://nwod.org/wiki/index.php/Ednas_Boarding_House

[Lucifer]

The door to Edna's opened beneath Lucifer's touch, though she had not been the one to unlock it, the key that she had fought so hard for was not within her grasp. Her movements were slow and graceless, the perfection of her form half smothered by Ponte Knit pants and a fuzzy turtleneck, large O-frame sunglasses hiding most of her too-pale feathers.

It was clear that she was unwell as she slowly moved into the room and half-collapsed into a hair, a hint of gauze peeking out around her left wrist.

"Would someone kindly fetch me a drink. I feel...in need of assistance."

It pained her to ask for help, and to show such weakness, almost as much as the blade of the knife had when it cut her open, but she was not superhuman. It had taken everything she had to simply arrive.

[Rhodes]

Another sound of the door turns the Fairest's head. That... looks like Lucifer. But... something's wrong here.

Rhodes moves with haste over to the other Fairest as she collapses into the chair. As he nears, he can see the sickly pale nature of her skin, the trembling hands. Even through his icy demeanor, concern filters through. "Lucifer...?" A hard edge bites as he catches sight of the gauze, though he does not touch her. "What happened to you? Are you hurt?"

He turns to the ogre. "Penance. Get her some water. Quickly, if you would."

Apologies for the double post but this it something that would spur Rhodes quickly! I'll wait until order resumes properly.

[Freya]

Freya looked to Rhodes as he spoke directly to her, returning his greeting with a small smile.

"Freya, Spring Court. Nice to meet you, Rhodes."

At the conclusion of the greeting, Lucifer had arrived and, upon seeing her percieved frailty, Freya rose with an expression best described as shock. The Hunterheart's instinctcried out for her to offer some small comfort to the ailing Shadowed Fairest, but her hesitation prevented her from acting as Rhodes and Penance sprang into action. Briefly, she held her head in a brief moment of shame.

Then she spotted the gauze and shame became superseded by concern, prompting her gaze squarely on Lucifer. The Beast's maternal heart, forged through savage trials in her Durance, called for Freya to make contact, providing support through a touch, but Freya thought better of it. Luci was the only one out of the three that Freya knew, but she did not know her well. Thus, painful as it was, Freya abstained, pressing her lips in a thin line as she waited for the wounded Fairest to address Penance's question.

[Lucifer]

"If I had wanted to be fretted over, I would have gone to the hospital, or the police," Lucifer replied tartly, though she did gratefully accepting the mug of water from Penance. She offered the demonic woman a nod of thanks as she sipped at the liquid, her mouth having felt as if it had been coated in loose cotton.

Finally, having drunk her fill, Lucifer set the mug heavily upon the table and reached up to remove her glasses, revealing the dark circles beneath her eyes.

"I was mugged. If you wish to embarrass me further, by all means, please ask more questions. Or, we could simply get down to business. The Gentry are far worse than a thug with a knife."

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-27 22:54:04		Lucifer rolls 7 to lies (manip3+subter2+SL2) (9 Again)		4, 2, 1, 4, 9, 8, 2, 5		2 successes

[Rhodes]

  Always just enough, Luci....

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-28 08:27:20		Rhodes rolls 7 to Spot Luci's lies Wits3+Empathy4 (10 Again)		5, 7, 9, 5, 10, 1, 4, 1		2 successes

"I sincerely doubt you would. Those are places we are safer avoiding and you know that. I cannot help you if I do not know you need help." Rhodes' voice is hard. He rises from his fellow Fairest's side and turns to the others. "Lucifer.... is right. If she is willing to continue, as she has made clear, then we have a far more pressing issue. The Gentry advancing in the dreams."

He moves to the head of the table and drops casually into the grand chair. "Freya. My apologies for ignoring you - the wellbeing of my Court are my responsibility, in part. The pleasure is all mine." He sips his coffee, letting the warmth seep through his body. "Lady Lucifer, Penance, and the Sovreign of your Court, Queen Ingrid, were all drawn into a dream by means unknown, presumably Fae-work. Lucifer felt the poisoning of the dream. I offered my assistance, as I have an interest in dreams, and some experience in their manipulation. We are here to plan a next move."

The Fairest gestures to the masked ogre. "Penance. If, while Lady Lucifer rests a while, you would recound the dream you saw. Perhaps we may find insight."