<jacobkosh>: Yes! I was thinking we’d begin tonight with name and sanctum discussion
<ell>: not boring shoe discussion
<ell>: TOO LATE
<desc>: you jelly ells
<desc>: you
<desc>: jelly
<desc>: bogues
<desc>: vogues, even
<jacobkosh>: (she jelly)
<misteranthropy>: so which do we want to tackle first, name or sanctum?
<thomamelas>: Ex Astra Scientia
<jacobkosh>: that’s a good one!
<jacobkosh>: (i believe it’s also the starfleet motto, so has a good pedigree )
<ell>: yes
<ell>: I was about to say
<thomamelas>: It is the motto of Starfleet. And falls under comedy answer.
<jacobkosh>: boooo
<ell>: OH GOD THAT TOMB RAIDER GIF
<jacobkosh>: this?
<jacobkosh>: that is…wow
<jacobkosh>: but yes, let’s tackle names first
<desc>: I have nothing that’s that clever to be honest. I try to think of names and like … i dunno.
<thomamelas>: My serious one is Eruditio et Munimentum. Scholarship and Protection.
<ell>: I’m a fan of the non latin name
<jacobkosh>: anything in particular, ell?
<ell>: Aurelia suggests Anti-abyssal research group
<ell>: because she has kind of fallen wholly into the mindset of a bureaucrat
<jacobkosh>: AARG indeed
<misteranthropy>: we’ll totally get phone calls from retired people then.
<jacobkosh>: hahahaha
<desc>: The Post-Atlantean Study Group. The New Kids on the Block. It was like that when we got here, Inc. Whirlybird. All Rings.
<desc>: uhhh
<jacobkosh>: there are so many possible approaches here. are you guys scholarly and latiny? modern and acronymy? are you a rock band? or maybe a football team? or a superhero group?
<misteranthropy>: i think its tough because we don’t really have a cohesive theme for the characters.
<desc>: Mage Deep
<thomamelas>: We do kind of have a theme. A pair of scholars, a scholar/warrior and a spy. Information.
<jacobkosh>: that’s true!
<jacobkosh>: what does thinking about information get us? illumination, maybe? The Lighthouse. enlightenment? The Pyramid or The Capstone or something. The Onyx Obelisk.
<desc>: We Already Know. Did the Research. The Snoops.
<jacobkosh>: the snoops!
<ell>: The Illuminati
<jacobkosh>: I like that
<jacobkosh>: the illuminati totally works!
<ell>: also a joke suggestion
<ell>: XD
<jacobkosh>: history’s greatest monster^^^^
<jacobkosh>: (history’s greatest monster may have to be a seer pylon name now )
<thomamelas>: Light, seeking light, doth light of light beguile
<desc>: 438 Willworkers Local Union
<jacobkosh>: :D
<jacobkosh>: oooh what about
<jacobkosh>: The Demimonde
<ell>: srs suggestion: Troubleshooters
<desc>: I don’t know if we’re actually that hedonistic (sadly ;_
<desc>: stupid auto smileys in mibbit web
<jacobkosh>: Troubleshooters is good! And it is a thing you have done
<thomamelas>: Best if said in a wry tone I think.
<jacobkosh>: it leaves open the possibility that you emit trouble
<misteranthropy>: that would work for me. i was going to suggest The Searchers (or some other movie title).
<ell>: We shoot trouble
<desc>: I dunno now I like History’s Greatest Monsters
<jacobkosh>: hahahaha
<jacobkosh>: ALREADY TAKEN
<thomamelas>: Troubleshooters works for me.
<desc>: just to say it to some serious society person in character “What was the name of your cabal again?” “Well actually …”
<jacobkosh>: The Searchers is also good!
<desc>: Troubleshooters does nothing for me but also i don’t think it matters a ton what we are called because we’re not really the x-men.
<thomamelas>: Just imagine how much the Free Council would like us with Histories Greatest Monsters as a cabal name.
<ell>: History’s Least Impressive Monsters is not nearly as cool
<jacobkosh>: History’s Ehhhhh It’s Okay I Guess Monsters
<desc>: man there’s soft sell and then there’s not selling. you’ve gotta be #1.
<desc>: Elithora and the Bass Drops
<desc>: search your feelings
<ell>: Well I’m okay with either
<thomamelas>: I’ve got to switch to The Searchers.
<jacobkosh>: Understandably!
<jacobkosh>: also, just to see if anything jumps out at you:
<jacobkosh>: The Architects, Skeleton Key, The Assembly, Liberta, The Society of the Omphalos, The Obsidian Sceptre, The Ocularis Tenebrous, The Hollow Earth Society, The Night Shift
<jacobkosh>: (I wrote those down from a list I found online)
<thomamelas>: Crazy people and Stephen King Books/stories?
<desc>: I like Skeleton Key actually.
<jacobkosh>: oh god it is
<jacobkosh>: but yeah I thought it was a rad name
<jacobkosh>: and am planning on using it if you guys don’t
<jacobkosh>: also The Assembly but I am totally a sucker for those kind of names (The Authority, The Monarchy, etc)
<misteranthropy>: it would be funny to have skeleton in the name with no access to Death
<jacobkosh>: hahahaha
<ell>:
<ell>: yeah no death limits us
<jacobkosh>: Are we liking the Searchers then? At least enough to move forward?
<desc>: I can vote Searchers
<thomamelas>: I vote for it.
<jacobkosh>: (you can always change it later if you guys hit on something you like better)
<desc>: we sound like a cartoon movie about animals trying to go home from the dark ages of disney animation which might be accurate somehow
<jacobkosh>: if you mean that your G-rated exploits might be marred by sudden and horrifying violence, then I’d say that is a lock
<misteranthropy>: yeah, we’re all cartoon mice who happen to be wizards or something.
<misteranthropy>: and john candy plays an albatross.
<jacobkosh>: SOLD
<jacobkosh>: Next order of business! The sanctum
<ell>: So sanctum wise: how much space we got? A library is a must must must
<misteranthropy>: how many dots have people put in? i have one in sanctum and one in hallow
<desc>: yeah library is mandatory. can we get good broadband. we need to facetime with mages and stuff.
<desc>: our knuckleheads need like a gym or an octagon or a punching bag or something
<misteranthropy>: simon actually needs a giant closet full of disguises.
<jacobkosh>: and a Bat-phone!
<jacobkosh>: I think four dots in size would get you guys all of that
<jacobkosh>: library is its own thing
<ell>: Are we doing the 2x points thing or no?
<thomamelas>: I was thinking of putting in two dots.
<jacobkosh>: Ell, nah, I think it will just be dot-for-dot
<jacobkosh>: thom, what are you putting your dots into? size, library, hallow, security…?
<thomamelas>: One for security and size I guess?
<jacobkosh>: ok!
<jacobkosh>: so right now that is 2 dots in size and one apiece in security and hallow
<jacobkosh>: and of course this can always be upgraded later
<jacobkosh>: this isn’t a now or never thing
<ell>: Aurelia is going to ask Jude for a donation of library materials
<jacobkosh>: ok! she can do that tonight, in fact
<jacobkosh>: 1 sec, grabbing a drink. is that an accurate count of the dots we have right now?
<ell>: I’ll be able to afford donating some soon!
<jacobkosh>: back!
<desc>: I guess I will go size dot and library dot?
<jacobkosh>: oh cool, ok
<jacobkosh>: so 3 size, one library, hallow, and security
<jacobkosh>: Now, mechanics aside, what do you guys have in mind for your sanctum? Are you moving into Sinon’s place, or has the group found a spot collectively to move their bags into?
<desc>: how much does two dots cost? I should keep track.
<jacobkosh>: from 0, 2 dots is 6xp
<misteranthropy>: but size and library are separate tracks, so it is actually 4
<jacobkosh>: right
<thomamelas>: I was thinkins a seperate place for sanities sake.
<desc>: Just some commercial space? Or an abandoned location? Or?
<jacobkosh>: What does Sinon think? Is he down with pitching in to a group expenditure or would he prefer to keep a solo batcave? (mechanically, there is no problem with moving his current solo sanctum dots to a new group sanctum. I assume this is financial wheeling and dealing that goes on during the off hours)
<jacobkosh>: And yeah, that is an excellent question. Do you guys see yourself in a quiet downtown office, or a turn-of-the-century Tudor house, or some kind of big loft or warehouse, or?
<misteranthropy>: for now he will move his dots to wherever. a new bat cave may develop in the future.
<ell>: I’ll drop in a hallow and library dot
<ell>: gnosis can wait
<jacobkosh>: 3 size, 2 library, 2 hallow, one security
<thomamelas>: 3 size is how big?
<jacobkosh>: (“Gnosis Can Wait” – another rad cabal name )
<misteranthropy>: “A warehouse, church or large home; 5-8
<misteranthropy>: rooms, or large enclosure”
<jacobkosh>: beat’d
<jacobkosh>: 4 dots is “an abandoned mansion or network of subway tunnels”
<jacobkosh>: which sounds ridiculously huge to me
<ell>: right which is why i didn’t put dots in size
<jacobkosh>: so warehouse, church or large home – what do we think about what form that will take? if you guys have a general impression of what you want I can start hunting for likely neighborhoods
<jacobkosh>: or if you have strong proferences about location (downtown, on the docks, etc)
<jacobkosh>: (van down by the river)
<ell>: So long as it’s not creepy, Aurelia is fine. Prefer something externally nondescript
<ell>: Some place homey would benice
<desc>: We should have a place which was halfway from being converted or renovated or somesuch.
<desc>: The first floor looks like a commercial space and the next floor is an archaic house, or something in that vein.
<thomamelas>: BJ has about $1000 a month in spare income. That might be enough to rent an older house in North Van. Going to be a bit of a commute.
<jacobkosh>: there is a degree to which the consilium will help you out with mundane issues like rent and zoning/paperwork, roughly consonant to your order/consilium status.
<thomamelas>: Ah. Well then, that’s a different beast.
<thomamelas>: Upper floor apartment maybe?
<ell>: I’m under the impression that we won’t be renting
<misteranthropy>: the thing is, being mages, we can always find some way to convince people the rent was already paid.
<misteranthropy>: (woo hoo hubris)
<jacobkosh>: the mechanics are obviously vague about this but what sanctum dots mean in practical terms is a space that is effectively inviolable to most mundane circumstances. so you’re renting and have a landperson who never comes round to bother you, or own outright, or whatever. it shakes out the same
<jacobkosh>: I mean although if you want a Mrs. Hudson to whack the ceiling with a broom when you’re maging too loudly I could totally stat her out
<desc>: yesss
<misteranthropy>: i am pretty much fine with whatever type of locale the rest of the group wants. we probably want to have some idea as to where the hallow is in relation to the sanctum.
<thomamelas>: It sounds like we don’t want a warehouse type space, or a church type space.
<ell>: I’d like a house type space, personally
<desc>: too oWoD
<desc>: if you have a warehouse or a church then you wake up the next morning with vampires sleeping it off
<jacobkosh>: if you’re getting a large home, your most likely candidates are near the universities – either the u of v west of downtown near the ocean, or east of downtown in burnaby
<jacobkosh>: what do you guys think of a town house?
<jacobkosh>: or or
<jacobkosh>: houseboat
<jacobkosh>: there is always the houseboat option
<ell>: a 5-8 room houseboat
<desc>: man then all our tass will sink
<misteranthropy>: it’s like the tardis of water-located domicile
<thomamelas>: Houseboat works for me.
<ell>: I’d like a nice, older house house
<misteranthropy>: is it sad that i am now looking up actual real estate listings?
<jacobkosh>: I’m doing the same thing!
<desc>: A house is fine with me. the exterior doesn’t matter that much since it’s going to be packed with mage crap on the inside whatever it is.
<jacobkosh>: mage crap
<thomamelas>: I’m okay with a house.
<jacobkosh>: line the cage with newspapers
<jacobkosh>: scoop up the glowing poo two times a week
<desc>: y
<jacobkosh>: hahaha
<jacobkosh>: ok! you guys have a home in a relatively tony neighborhood in vancouver proper. with a driveway and everything.
<jacobkosh>: one last thing!
<jacobkosh>: and this is not an immediate concern, but something to consider for the future
<jacobkosh>: at some point one of you may consider creating a soul stone to turn your sanctum into a demesne, where magic can be cast without fear of paradox
<jacobkosh>: that is always handy
<jacobkosh>: (it only comes at the cost of some max gnosis…)
<ell>: also massive hubris
<jacobkosh>: indeed
<thomamelas>: It sounds like we have a name, and a home.
<ell>: Yes
<jacobkosh>: cue a moving-in montage
<jacobkosh>: And now! The big night.
<jacobkosh>: It’s been a month since the last Consilium gathering. The last one was in a private ballroom of a downtown hotel; tonight’s is in a historic Masonic hall. Rumor has it the hall is administered by the Guardians as part of “the Labyrinth” their ongoing plot to conceal supernatural knowledge by funneling would-be magical seekers into dead-end secret societies
<ell>: as opposed to the REAL secret societies
<jacobkosh>: indeed
<jacobkosh>: heh
<jacobkosh>: The location is a little more modest. The Grand Hall, as it’s called, is a large house on West Eighth Avenue, north of downtown, kind of near Chinatown.
<jacobkosh>: https://maps.google.com/maps?hl=en&q=1495+west+8th+avenue+vancouver+bc&bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.r_qf.&bvm=bv.42965579,d.b2U&biw=1366&bih=643&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wl&authuser=0
<desc>: Hey we can pick up furniture for the new place across the street
<jacobkosh>: Elithora is peering in the shop window, hunting for deals with fate magic
<desc>: Coupons are for sleepers, blud.
<jacobkosh>: The street is packed with cars as the late afternoon fades into evening. The city’s Awakened file up the front steps and through the front door into a hallway lit with flickering oil lamps and flanked by a pair of young Arrow guards in tailed coats.
<jacobkosh>: If anyone in the neighborhood takes note of the string of odd characters headed down their street, they probably dismiss it as another Shriners meeting.
<jacobkosh>: How’s everyone looking tonight?
<ell>: Aurelia is in a conservative blue dress, under a well-worn down jacket
<desc>: Classy. Elithora already went slick black dress last time so she is upping the ante slightly at the expense of her credit card. A muted black dress kissed with Time magic - light sheens off it touched with the most striking color the viewer saw yesterday.
<desc>: Elithora’s perfume is less shifty this time: the smell is hard to place, but it evokes some memory Fated to be half-forgotten and never clearly remembered.
<jacobkosh>: (so definitely not Axe bodyspray, then)
<thomamelas>: Is wearing a tuxedo, a small bronze star ribbon on his lapel. Sword on his hip, wire rimmed glasses on his nose.
<misteranthropy>: Sinon is wearing a tuxedo as well. It fits absolutely perfectly—which might make some wonder whether the outfit was excellently tailored or if he magically adjusted his body.
<jacobkosh>: (spanx!)
<misteranthropy>: (why adjust the clothes when you can just lengthen your own arms?)
<jacobkosh>: (true, sinon probably saves a fortune in tailoring)
<thomamelas>: Nods to young Arrows as he enters.
<jacobkosh>: While the gathering at the hotel was necessarily more utilitarian, whoever was responsible for tonight’s outing has clearly played the occult theme to the hilt. The decor is all wands, coins, cups, swords and pentacles.
<ell>: (oh dear god that death sequence)
<jacobkosh>: (tomb raider?)
<ell>: (yes. it haunts my dreams)
<desc>: Elithora nods with approval at the classically magey touches.
<ell>: Aurelia just kind of rolls her eyes
<jacobkosh>: Inside, the main hall is a hive of activity. The councilors haven’t taken their seats to officially kick things off, so everyone’s busy drinking punch and socializing.
<jacobkosh>: This is your chance to get some words in with people if there’s anybody any of you would like to talk to, ask favors of, etc etc
<thomamelas>: Looking for Horiato if he’s around.
<jacobkosh>: You find him near the relish tray, munching on a stalk of celery. “Blackjack. What can I do for you tonight?” His serene voice is a bit hard to make out in these surroundings.
<desc>: Elithora is looking to schmooze any Mysterium fellows she doesn’t owe research favors to / owe unanswered emails to / have unfinished essays requiring critiques for, which probably greatly narrows the field given her inbox.
<thomamelas>: “A small favor. I was hoping you could introduce me to a martial arts instructor. My hand to hand skills are….weak. And I grow weary of seeing the gym fly by as Traceur reminds me.”
<jacobkosh>: As Elithora wades into the crowd, she hears a woman’s voice. “Elithora! Ah, there you are, dear.” It takes half a beat before she looks down to see Minerva there next to her, blinking up at her through her oversize glasses.
<desc>: “Minerva, my plum. A delight to see you tonight. What can I do for you?”
<ell>: Aurelia looks around for Jude.
<jacobkosh>: Horatius allows himself a small smile. “He doesn’t go easy on anyone, that one. Tell me, Blackjack” – you notice he always says that rather than “BJ” – “are you familiar with the Perfected Adept legacy?”
<thomamelas>: (Just shout Hey and listen for the groan…)
<jacobkosh>: (hahahaha)
<thomamelas>: “I have heard of it.” Awknowledging his question.
<misteranthropy>: Sinon enters the main hall and grabs a drink. He looks around awkwardly for a bit and summons his will to mingle with the nearest of the Sentinels.
<jacobkosh>: Jude has taken a seat in the back of the hall and is marking papers with a red pen. He’s dressed very professorially, in tweed jacket and corduroy slacks, but in deference to the occasion has a long black scarf with sigils stitched into it in red, draped over his shoulders. “Aurelia.” He smiles. “Take a seat, dear.”
<thomamelas>: (Oooh…The Wire episode of DS9. Excellent.)
<jacobkosh>: desc: Minerva takes Elithora’s elbow and guides her to the edge of the room. “I’ve been meaning to get to know you better since you came to Vancouver. Your cabal is the talk of the town lately. I heard you and Aurelia have been looking into that missing map for us?”
<jacobkosh>: Sinon finds Rook and Jones exchanging meaningless pleasantries – or meaningful code – over punch. They look up as he comes by. “Hey there, mystery man,” Rook says. Jones just inclines her head slightly in acknowledgment.
<desc>: Elithora nods, and lowers her voice discretely. “Quite. We’ve made good progress and I’m confident we’re on the scent. We’ve already struck a few possibilities off the list and narrowed things down to a manageable level. I expect we’ll have it for you without trouble.”
<ell>: Aurelia sits down. “I take it you’ve heard we’ve managed to secure some new digs?”
<jacobkosh>: Thomamelas: “It’s the path I’ve chosen for myself, and martial mastery is one branch of that path. I could show you some part of what I’ve learned, if you wish. It’s a different path to power than many mages choose for themselves – as much about inner balance as external power – but you seem like one of the few who might be suited to it.”
<thomamelas>: Makes a small bow. “I would very much be interested in that. Thank you.”
<misteranthropy>: “Evening, Rook.” Sinon then nods back at Jones. He proceeds to tell a story about being stuck at the post office, that somehow conveys the fact that he is returning control of his soon-to-be-former sanctum to the order. The story also involves a parcel that he has been expecting, but has not been able to obtain tracking information on online.
<jacobkosh>: desc: Minerva nods. “That’s heartening. There’s only so much one can do in the library, you know, and we’ve been short of good field workers for a while. And with these strictures on our research that Sacerdote keeps trying to push – well, suffice to say that your contribution may well prove to be vital.” She is quiet for a moment, then perks up.
<jacobkosh>: “Tell me, Elithora – do you think you might be up for a bit of travel at some point?”
<desc>: “Anything to get away from the papercuts now and then, right?”
<jacobkosh>: Thomamelas: Horatius bows back. “You and your colleagues did good work at the library. We need more good men with the clarity to remember who our true enemies are, and confront them.” He seems to come to a decision. “Seek me out next time you’re at the gym. Sooner rather than later. What you learn may have some immediate and practical applications.”
<jacobkosh>: MisterAnthropy: Rook makes a face. “You spy guys and your codes.” She pours more punch. Jones smiles oddly. “There MAY be news ON that front. Your package MAY be IN Old ChinaTOWN. May BE.”
<thomamelas>: “Of course. Again, my thanks.” Moving away towards some of the younger Arrows.
<jacobkosh>: Ell: “I did hear! That’s on tonight’s list of business, in fact. Do you need a hand with the decor? I used to have a good eye for that sort of thing.”
<ell>: “Maybe we could use the help! Personally though I need some help stocking it with research materials. That’s one of the things we intend to do and it’d be nice not to have to head out to the Athenaeum any time we need to look some things up.”
<jacobkosh>: desc: Minerva tilts her head. “Paper cuts? …oh. Yes, I get it now. Hah. Well, there isn’t much I can say at the moment, but we may need an expert second opinion on a certain matter and might like you to be the one to get it. You’ve got a certain charm.”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon nods. He looks back over to Rook. “I apologize. We had the same boss a while back—the code was a job requirement.” He refills his punch and looks around for a second. “So how about that local sports team?”
<desc>: Elithora smiles and shrugs. “I do what I can.”
<jacobkosh>: Ell: “Research materials?” He leans in conspiratorially. “I might have an idea where you can get some, if you don’t mind being a bit – well, sneaky.”
<jacobkosh>: MisterAnthropy: Rook laughs, a clear pleasant sound, and smiles widely. "You’re all right, guy. Did you – "
<jacobkosh>: BANG
<jacobkosh>: The sound of a gavel cuts through the conversation.
<ell>: Aurelia bites her lip. “I was hoping you’d just have some books I could borrow. Or copy.”
<jacobkosh>: Jude is about to reply, then looks at the council table, as does Minerva. “Oh, my. They’re playing my song. Ta ta, dear,” she whispers to Elithora as she heads toward the front. Rattenbury, the Heirarch, is there, dressed somewhat like a Crown judge in white wig, while at the end of the table to his right, Sacerdote wears a plain yellow robe.
<jacobkosh>: Minerva takes her seat immediately to Rattenbury’s left, and then a few seconds later Janis, the Free Council councilor, sits to her left. Janis is wearing a high-collared white shirt and cream pencil skirt.
<jacobkosh>: There are some murmurs from the crowd as Traceur, dressed in a gray suit, shrugs and begins to head for the seat to Rattenbury’s immediate right. “Guess Khatsalano couldn’t make it, again.” “This is getting old.” “…bad taste…”
<thomamelas>: Doesn’t say anything. Does resist the urge to glare.
<jacobkosh>: Then the door from the back room opens up and a leather-faced native in his mid-sixties strides in, wearing a dark suit, no tie, and boots.
<jacobkosh>: “I got it this time, son.” Traceur nods at Khatslano and relinquishes the seat.
<desc>: Elithora raises an eyebrow in moderate interest at the development.
<jacobkosh>: Rattenbury smiles. “We’re pleased you could make it.” He bangs the gavel once. “Welcome to the seventh meeting of the one hundred and twenty-second year of the Consilium of the City of Vancouver, British Columbia. We seek the guidance of the Oracles in the light of their Watchtowers.”
<jacobkosh>: The Hierarch takes a sip of water. “What business do we have tonight?”
<jacobkosh>: One by one, the Councilors stand up to share the news and discuss the accomplishments of their respective Orders. Much of it this month is reasonably mundane. A Mystagogue has been invited to present their findings on the magical history of Canada’s natives at a symposium in Toronto.
<jacobkosh>: Some Libertines have begun an outreach program to treat the remnants of bleakscale among the city’s homeless, with the help of Arrowsmith and his cabal.
<jacobkosh>: Rattenbury then consults a paper before him. “I’m told our newest cabal has had a busy month, and is ready to seek approval for a Sanctum. Is that the case, uh….” He peers at the paper. “…cabal name to be determined? Hm. Stand up and present yourselves, then.”
<desc>: Elithora stands and looks at her compatriots expectantly. “Ah, yes.”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon stands and moves to join the rest of the cabal.
<thomamelas>: Stands up and joins the others, standing at ease, eyes looking at a point above Khatalano’s head.
<jacobkosh>: He peers at your group over the top of his glasses. "Hmm. A mixed cabal, yes? Always heartening to see in tense times. I’m told you worked with the Sentinels to cleanse an Abyssal manifestation, and identified a second one as well? Good initiative, very commendable. Tell me, what have you decided to call yourselves?
<jacobkosh>: "
<desc>: “Ah, ‘the Searchers,’ sir. Due to our, ah, inquisitive nature.”
<jacobkosh>: “Aw yeah, I love that movie!” comes a voice from the crowd. It’s Lefors. He wilts a little as Sacerdote glares at him.
<desc>: (yuss)
<jacobkosh>: Rattenbury smiles. “It /is/ a fine movie, though. Saw it when I was a boy, in fact….ahem. Anyway, let it be entered into the record that The Searchers are now a cabal in good standing with the Consilium of Vancouver, British Columbia on this day of June with all the rights and responsibilities et cetera et cetera.” He waves a hand.
<jacobkosh>: (seventh monthly meeting is in june because they run on lunar months here)
<desc>: Elithora glances at the others uncertainly and curtsies. It’s always hard to tell how much these random formalities matter.
<jacobkosh>: “And I see you’ve claimed a Sanctum, as well. Large space, small Hallow – isn’t that always the way? – hmm, it all seems to be in order. You have one month to decide which if any of the Great Rights your cabal will honor. We do take that sort of thing seriously around here.”
<jacobkosh>: The Councilors mostly murmur in agreement as Janis ever so slightly rolls her eyes.
<jacobkosh>: The rest of the meeting is relatively uneventful. A new cabal of Indonesian immigrants is inducted; they don’t speak English, so the business is conducted somewhat awkwardly in the High Speech.
<jacobkosh>: Then Sacerdote steps up to have a word.
<jacobkosh>: “There is one last bit of business that we’ve overlooked. The apostate cabal whose actions inadvertently brought the Abyssal intrusion to our attention.”
<thomamelas>: Stiffens at this, hand flexing and closing. Eyes narrowing a bit.
<jacobkosh>: “In his wisdom, the Hierarch agreed to defer their judgment until the intrusion was addressed. But that threat is now passed, and it falls to us to decide what to do with cabals who recklessly endanger the Veil and consort with Scelesti.”
<jacobkosh>: Rattenbury looks like he’s bit on a lemon. “Hrm. Yes. I had forgotten that.”
<jacobkosh>: Minerva speaks up. “Scelesti? What on earth are you…?” Sacerdote stares at her. “You know who I speak of Madame Councilor. The entire room knows.”
<jacobkosh>: Sacerdote continues. “The traditional penalties for these offenses are serious, up to and including death. I recognize that these young apostates were ignorant and likely the catspaws of the exile Gerard, but an example must be made. I move that the apostates called Loki, Arrowsmith, and Memoranda be imprisoned for a term of no less than six months.”
<desc>: Elithora blinks. Six months?
<thomamelas>: (What is the protocol for wishing to speak?)
<jacobkosh>: “This is bullshit!” Janis stands up. “They were /helping/ people and you…”
<jacobkosh>: (raising your hand)
<jacobkosh>: “Choose your next words very carefully, girl!”
<thomamelas>: Taking a breath and raising his hand.
<jacobkosh>: Rattenbury bangs on the gavel. “SILENCE! Both of you. Your…personal issues are not the matter before us. The Council recognizes…the new fellow with the glasses.”
<jacobkosh>: (thom?)
<thomamelas>: Rises to speak. “If I may seek a point of clarification? While the Apostate status of three of their members is without a doubt, what actions of theirs endangered the Veil?”
<jacobkosh>: Khatsalano leans forward, clearing his throat. “If I read the complaint right, it says they were invitin’ the city’s hobos into a clinic after hours and casting Life magic on them, an’ then the Seers got wind and busted the place up. That’s damn fool irresponsible of ’em.”
<thomamelas>: “I only arrived at the clinic after the magic had been cast, but was it vulgar?”
<ell>: Aurelia stands, hand unraised. “No, I witnessed the casting myself.”
<thomamelas>: “So then their criminal act was annoying the Seers? Because I suspect I myself have run afoul of that crime.”
<jacobkosh>: Sacerdote looks from Aurelia to BJ. "All casting, vulgar or otherwise, endangers the Veil. This is the truth that my order is here to remind us all of. When the city’s homeless trade tales of an unnatural affliction that is cleared up after a man lays hands on them, that erodes the magic used with the taint of disbelief.
<jacobkosh>: “As for the Seers – your activities there were sanctioned – after the fact, I hasten to note – by Minerva, as your cabal was acting under the Mysterium’s aegis. Which I am dubious about regardless, but your Apostate friends can claim no such defense.”
<jacobkosh>: Rattenbury looks unhappy. “If no new facts exist to be brought forward, I think it’s time for the council to render a verdict. Let’s get this over with.”
<misteranthropy>: Sinon raises his hand. “The apostates were obviously… indelicate in drawing the Seer’s attentions, and some form of punishment is likely warranted. That said, I believe we should hear from the Sentinels who have been watching over them for the last month. Do they believe the Pentagram have learned from this experience? Do they feel the cabal is likely to endanger the Veil again?”
<jacobkosh>: Rattenbury is in the midst of raising his gavel when Sinon speaks. “Hrm. A fair point!” He leans back in his chair. “Let these Sentinels be brought forward.”
<jacobkosh>: And that’s where we’ll leave it for tonight!
<jacobkosh>: Next time: the trial
<desc>: oh dang
<desc>: I am going to bring up my prior suggestion: probation rather than imprisonment or censure.
<desc>: sales pitch: do you really want to waste 6 months keeping mages locked up when you could put them to work cleaning up abyssal infection, they answer to whomever on whatever schedule, and so on
<thomamelas>: I wonder what the precidents are for that degree of punishment.
<jacobkosh>: oh god my cat jabbed a cloww into my nipple
<jacobkosh>: how
<jacobkosh>: how does she knwo where it is
<misteranthropy>: they are vicious (cuddly) killers.
<jacobkosh>: they seriously cannot help but be dicks
<jacobkosh>: even the adorable ones
<thomamelas>: It’s what cats do.
<desc>: maximize suffering
<jacobkosh>: hahaha yeah
<jacobkosh>: they are the cuddliest monsters
<ell>: <3><ell>: i am
<ell>: faling asleep
<ell>: night
<jacobkosh>: night ell <3><thomamelas>: Have a good night.
<jacobkosh>: so! we have a name and a sanctum!
<jacobkosh>: excellent work, guys
<jacobkosh>: and the guardian councilor hates you
<desc>: i demand one room of the sanctum has tile floors and no furniture for rollerskate parties
<desc>: otherwise I flip a table
<jacobkosh>: yessssssss
<thomamelas>: Oh good. I was worried he was merely annoyed after our last encounter.
<thomamelas>: I mean if you’re gonna make an enemy, then go big or go home.
<misteranthropy>: you don’t have to work for him!
<jacobkosh>: desc we can do that ON CONDITION that it have arcade games and play NKOTB songs periodically
<jacobkosh>: it’s not a skate party if “The right stuff” isn’t blaring
<desc>: deal
<misteranthropy>: i need to head to sleep-ville myself. night all!
<thomamelas>: Pfft…it’s the guardians. I’m sure assisnation is a valid method of demonstrating you’re ready for a promotion.
<thomamelas>: Night!
<jacobkosh>: night!
<desc>: good night!
<thomamelas>: Jacob, I wasn’t thinking of going Perfect Adept.
<desc>: session logged for posterity
<jacobkosh>: oh I knew that, thom. but he can instruct you in martial arts regardless
<jacobkosh>: <3><jacobkosh>: do you have a legacy in mind?
<thomamelas>: I’ve been kinda eyeing Eyes of Ain Soph. But I haven’t read the legacy itself, just some discriptions. But a mage cataloging information about various nasty beasties fits the concept I was pondering.
<jacobkosh>: ooooh that is a good one