open | full circle pt 1

[exequy]

WHO: Concerned mages/rifters/others
WHAT: An emergency meeting!
WHEN: Solace 20
WHERE: The Gallows
NOTES: Explanation in the OOC post. Please tag this like a network post. There are top-level comments to provide a little chronology/structure, but threadjack to your heart's content.

Before and during dinner on an otherwise unremarkable Wednesday, there's a chain of whispers (or notes, or perfectly audible comments from the particularly unsubtle) about an emergency meeting, at an evening hour, in a basement room, regarding a matter of concern to rifters and mages.

The basement part is probably unnecessary. It's certainly ineffective; the organization is too small, the Gallows too contained, and the halls too echoey for something arranged with this much finesse-wrecking haste to truly remain a secret. They could have done it in an empty office or the recreational dining hall, probably, and sat on chairs instead of storage crates. But Kostos picked the location, and he's dramatic. If nothing else it signals a clear intention to do this as unofficially as necessary.

Anyone who accepts the invitation (or just decides to come see what the fuss is about) will first encounter Marcus Rowntree, posted up outside the door like a bouncer, letting mages and rifters move through undisturbed but stepping in to question and likely bar the arrival of anyone else. Inside, Kostos is nothing but a dark scowl in the room's far corner, picking at a splinter of wood on a crate and not mustering a word of greeting for anyone who comes in. Derrica has parked herself within arm's reach of Kostos, a long gold-edged shawl spilling over one shoulder. Her diplomacy pin gleams from the front of her tunic. The worried pinch to her brow is the only outward sign of anxiety; otherwise, she is tightly contained, watching people enter. Julius–notably not in robes–is serious but calm as people come in, standing next to the ever-composed Madame de Cedoux.

Once as many people have arrived as seem likely to, Marcus closes the door, remaining beside it, and they explain what the problem is.

Comments

[ophidia]

So start now.

[He says it like it's simple. It is, to him. But this is what he and Seth do - make plans. Pulls off jobs. Not wars. Not politics. But the nuts and bolts of it are the same, as far as he can see.]

No one knows how much time they have until they don't have enough.

[tender]

[ Derrica chooses to allow this to be endearing, how simple he seems to believe this to be.

It was never a simple thing. But they will have to do something, yes. Petrana's plans are a good start. ]

We'll know better how to approach it once the proposal is dealt with.

[ophidia]

[They're on different wavelengths. He'd known it already from their first talk, but it's only more evident here. It's not a dissonance he's unfamiliar with, happens with most people most of the time. Only the cracks tend to turn sharper, most aggressive, fracture completely.

He feels like he'd rather not have that happen with her. So he nods, turns to head back to his spot at the wall.]

Good luck.

[Genuine. With the mill in the room, she's going to need it.]