TdS Team Building

[Truce]

Location: Capital Bowl - 900 West Capitol Avenue
Equipment: Mid-size car, First-Aid Kit, Ranged Stun Gun, Smart Phone

No need for scrutiny crystals or magical tools tonight. Tonight is a chance for social bonding and that elusive concept of fun. Unfortunately, the concept is almost alien to Truce who has been uptight and serious for nearly all of his adult life. Seeing murders and dead people tends to drain the life out of a person. But he believes he can set that aside tonight to really get to know his fellow Cabalmates. Particularly Flidais and Emrys. For some reason he doesn't get on well with these two. It's a mystery that weighs heavily on his mind as he makes the reservations for their party.

Two lanes, four Magi, and a bar and grill. Even if they can't see eye to eye on everything they should at least be able to enjoy themselves. He's not sure why he suggested bowling of all things. The low-impact sport, if you can even call it that, just seemed to have the right balance of conversational moments and engaging light-hearted competition.

Truce offers to drive everyone in his car. But whether or not they take him up on the offer, the Necromancer can be found waiting patiently at their reserved lanes at the far end of the bowling alley. He's already ordered himself a pale ale and some waffle fries. And he comes dressed in a gray sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, khakis and loafers.

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Flidais left behind the now finished bottle of lolly water and vodka in car as she got out with Truce and whoever else was in the car. After all what was the point of buying booze at a bar when it is cheaper to pre-load, volunteering for search and rescue didn't pay much. It didn't take long for Flidais to have shots of vodka and chasers prepared, one for each of her cabal mates.

"So, are we going to place any bets? Whoever loses has to go down on the winner is my vote!" Flidais' tone of voice leaving it ambiguous as to whether or not she was joking or being serious.

[Emrys]

Emrys gladly hitched a ride to the alley when Truce offered. Part of the reason was financial, but more then anything he was curious what Truce drove. After doing a mission with a pair of guardians in a van with a giant wizard emblazoned on the side, he had gotten more attentive to details of his cabalmates. Nothing is more awkward then wizards hiding behind painted wizards from wizard jailers at toll booths.

"Um, why don't we start with a round of drinks?" Eyes flicked more to Crowley and Truce then Flidais, hoping the other guys would back him up. It was then he noticed Truce's waffle fries and got thinking. "Or food. Speaking of, be right back."

The Enchanter wandered over to the bar. After a few minutes he returned with a cardboard container of chili cheese fries and whatever beer was cheapest on the menu.

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When Emrys mentions the drinks Flidais makes sure that she passes one of the shots to Emrys, she didn't want to be the only one drinking the shots since there was 4 of them.

[Truce]

"I really don't intend to get drunk tonight, sorry, but I'm not taking that bet," says Truce, masking his agitation poorly. "How about you tell us about your garden? How has it survived the winter? What are you growing?" he asks, remembering she had been tending one. Anything but her frequent attempts to sexualize a conversation. Surely her other interests would be more interesting.

Looking to Emrys as he returns he suggests to him, "How about we set up the match as well? Back when I was younger when we used to bowl we would have others choose our nicknames to put on the board. Care to try that?"

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Flidais had a small laugh at Emrys and Truce's reaction, nothing that she intended to be painful or mocking, just the response was pretty much what she expected. Flidais was clearly not too bothered, although missing the money spent on the alcohol they weren't going to drink. "It's fine, just a few herbs I use in some wiccan rites and a tiny tomato plant. Feel free to grab some of it if you ever want it." Flidais responded, wiccan was the cool thing sleepers were into right?

It didn't take her long to move over to the alley and enter her name into the machine to get herself down on one of machines.

"I was serious about the bet though not necessarily the stakes. What's the point in competing if nothing is on the line... How about the loser then has to take the winners share of cleaning duties for the week or something like that? I won't even cheat!" at the mention of cheating Flidais waggles one of her hands.

[Crowley]

Crowley arrived late. And frazzled.

He was waring a dark suit with a claret shirt, his hair exploding from the bandana wrapped around his head. To most observers, it would appear he'd been dragged off the street, hosed down, and dunked in that suit: it seemed ill fitting (it wasn't) and his collar was open; part of the shirt sagged, spilling out of his trousers; and there was an ink stain in a prominent view (with no logical explanation of how it should be there).

He collapsed (theatrically) into the first available seat and let out a long, drawn out, sigh. A sigh that is cut off when his phone rings. Mouth forming a grim line, he fumbles for the cheap looking phone and practically gives it the Evil Eye.

Holding up a hand to his group, he mutters dark and whispers vitriolic into the phone. Then he rubs his face. Then his chin. Then scratches the back of his neck. Then nods. Then growls.

"What do you mean they won't get here till Tuesday? Do you know anything - . What? It was faxed. You telling me we have to go through all that again?"

More words.

The call ends.

Crowley chucks his cheap phone on the table, irritated.

[Truce]

"Thanks, I appreciate that," answers Truce to Flidais's offer.

After Flidais enters her name into the system, Truce looks aggrieved. "Well, I guess Flidais is out from that idea," he complains in a low grumble to Emrys before noticing Crowley's arrival.

"Ah, there you are..." he starts and then hears the sound of the man's phone ringing. Truce waits as Crowley answers it, unable to ignore the exasperation in the Enchanter's voice. Sure that the brief conversation is over he says to him, "Everything alright, Crowley? Nice suit, by the way. Did you come from a meeting or something?" Though what sort of meeting would make that suit appropriate for all its stains and disheveled appearance.

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Flidais looked confused at Truce's comment, she thought he was addressing Emrys, two lanes, she just assumed she would be on the one with Crowley while those two were on the other.

"Did I miss something?" clearly concerned now that she unintentionally offended him, she was trying to be nice now. As she asks she makes sure to pass a drink over to Crowley, he looked like he could use it.

[Emrys]

Emrys perked up at the mention of the garden. Enchanters held no special affinity for the Life arcanum, but every Rose grows somewhere. Then Crowley arrived, and the conversation began to quickly move away from bonding and gardens

"What about King Pin?" A little smirk emerged as Emrys tried to brush off some of the tension quickly brewing between the group. He thought it was a witty Ladder pun, but at this point it was about helping the obvious Hearthmaster to Hearth.

"Why don't we do a practice round before we get into bets and things?" Emrys did his best to smile as he looked between his new cabalmates. His gaze lingered a little longer on Crowley then the others, mostly because of his obviously stressful entry. "One on one while we loosen up a bit. We can come together and play on round two."