The center of the caern is devoid of the thick vegetation that inhabits the rest of the forest. The ground is flat and well trodden, its rich, dark soil nonetheless still carrying the scent of the woods--moss and peat mixed with pine needles, detritus, and the dampness brought from life-giving rain. The wide, empty clearing is dominated by one living exception to the absence of vegetation: an impossibly gigantic and ancient tree growing out of the ground near the very center. The tree defies logic. Grown in the span of a single year, it nevertheless has the size, apparent age, and character of the greatest and most ancient of forest sentinels. It looms over everything, silent and watchful. The backdrop to this commanding presence is almost as remarkable. Spanning the entire length of the old caern's chasm and completely encompassing the southern half is a colossal remnant of the wasp nest built during the Wyld surge. The towering walls of the nest are as strong as the earth into which they're built, their surface smooth to the touch and colored in shaded swirls of beiges, browns, yellows, and reds in a hypnotizing, pleasing way. Oval shapes bulge from the wall in places, while others sinks inward, giving the whole thing a haphazard air.
The caern's triangle extends out from here in two directions. On one side, the escarpment wall with its natural dais can be seen. The opposite side holds the stone firepit.
Compact is the word for him: wiry, maybe 5'6" in his beat-up black combat boots, with a sense of compressed energy and imminence like a coiled spring -- or a cocked gun. Never quite still for long, balance flowing through the balls of his feet. There's a striking intensity to his narrow blue-green eyes, the colour contrasting with his fair skin and spiky copper hair; just below the left is what at first appears to be a faint mole, but closer inspection reveals as a small, long-healed scar. His features are appealing, with high cheekbones and a good jawline, but it's the confident mien and roguish smile that most often seem to draw people in.
He's in a well-worn biker jacket of the traditional sort, all fairly closely fit black leather and silvery zippers and snaps. Beneath it, he's got nicely-fitting dark indigo jeans with a plain white tank, its ribbed cotton skimming close enough to hint at the musculature beneath. Over that, he's wearing a long-sleeved, navy blue shirt, unbuttoned; judging by the white-on-red number patches on the left arm, the flag patch on the right shoulder, and the round fleur-de-lis patch to the left of the collar, it was once part of someone's Scout uniform... probably not his. Okay, the 'Boy Scouts of the USA' patch over the right pocket's a hint, too. There's a couple leather-and-bead bracelets on one wrist and a length of ball-chain disappearing beneath his collar; his nails were apparently painted black some time ago, since they're starting to show chips. Late teens, most likely, and when he speaks it's in a mellifluous, southern-accented baritone voice.
As Follows-the-Money:
In Lupus form, this young lanky and lean wolf is a light white and gray color with warm brown eyes. Her tail has a slight curve to it up towards her back. She may have a bit of husky mixed in her DNA. There are no visible scars along her body at this time.
5'3" of proud energy packed up into a body all too willing to use it. Emma could easily look appropriate dressed for elegance, but her attitude paints her style far more brute efficiency than subtle charm.
Somewhere in her early twenties, her features are strong but decidedly feminine. High cheekbones and full lips work well to compliment her almost button nose and deepset eyes, while dark, ash blonde hair frames her face. It's mostly straight, but has that wild-style look to it that just brushes against her shoulders. Her eyes are a cool blue, reminiscent of a bright summer day - but like the weather they seem to hold an amount of unpredictability. There is a hardness to her gaze, and while her smiles can be warm and sincere, they are well guarded.
Her posture is one of confidence and boldness, and she carries herself with a stoic restraint on something that hints very strongly of being dangerous.
Thane isn't a man who's appearance stands out much. He's caucasian of skin tone with a faint swarthiness should he stay out in the sun long enough to catch a tan. His bones are pronounced, giving him the appearance of leanness despite having a solid, even musculature that speaks of someone who's gained his athleticism through rounded activity versus focused weight training. His hair is a tawny brown in most lights and usually kept in a short style. Often, there's a good day's growth of beard on his face which seems to hide small nicks and old scars. His eyes are a mid-tone blue, often held under pensive brows.
There is a look to him, the weight of something undefined. It's like looking into the eyes of a man who has seen terrible things and was never quite was the same after. It's even more haunting considering his blind right eye is couched in scars like an attack from a bear.
Usually, he's casually dressed but cleans up when the need calls. He's never seen among the normal public in anything but long sleeves regardless of the weather, underneath showing massive scarring on on his forearms. They don't seem to restrict movement, but the oddly darkened scars are numerous like lightning bolts across his skin. Another deep slice runs at the upper portion of his abdomen.
As Memory:
A magnificent bird, covered entirely in a glossy blue-black plumage. Two bright black eyes look out at the world from just above a powerful and heavy beak. Bellow the beak there is is a well-developed ruff (hackles) of fine feathers that cover the throat. These are fluffed up, or flattened, depending on the bird's mood. From her beak, to her wedge-shaped tail, Memory is over two feet in length, and stands at a hight of just under a foot. Meanwhile, her wingspan is an impressive four and a half feet. The particularly observant may notice a small patch of white feathers, resting neatly between her shoulder blades. When she opens her beak, the inside of her mouth is bright pink - indicating that she is a juvenile.
Follows-The-Money is sprawled out on the ground with her chin down across her paws. Sitting next to her is a half eaten breakfast sandwich that she made at the house. She is staring into space, looking bored, absolutely bored.
"...help me make the most of freedom and of pleasure, nothing ever lasts forever," Felix is singing as he heads into the caern, bearing a carrier bag and keeping an eye on the ground as he goes, "Everybody wants to rule the world..." He tilts his head at the bored-looking wolf and her neglected sandwich, and studies her as he heads further in.
Through the wet winter forest comes Thane, sporting a long, brown, oiled canvas trench coat to ward off the damp along with heavy boots, no doubt for the same purpose. The Shadow Lord steps out of the treeline to follow the trail that Felix takes, clearly following the sound of his singing. "Serenading the spirits?" Comes his voice from a short ways behind the Galliard.
As the Lupus turns her head towards the pair, one would notice that her eyes are glowing a strange red before they fade away to her natural doggy golden brown. Pushing herself up to her haunches, she sweeps her thick fuzzy tail around her body and gives a low chuff of respect to the Alpha.
"There's a room where the light won't find you," Felix sings, breaking off with a hint of surprise when Thane suddenly addresses him, and he flashes the Shadow Lord a grin. "Well, they ain't asked me to stop yet, anyway," he answers, "How's things goin'?"
"Smoothly." Thane replies to Felix before looking past him towards the Glass Walker. "Good to see some faces out at the caern that are different than the normal lot. So, anything particular bring you two out this way?" He asks as he walks past them to settle onto one of the roots of the great tree.
Follows-The-Money lets out a chuff, then flattens her ears back. She has finished the mission you requested of her, sir. She has intel, intel that she knows you will lick your chops for.
Felix grins to the answer. "Smoothly's generally good," he says, "an' I been out here a middlin' amount lately, I reckon. We've been helpin' out the Groundskeeper with things here an' there for a while." The wolf's remarks definitely get his interest, and he steps up onto one of the other roots, to walk along it like a bit of a balance beam, going quiet for the moment.
"Good to know." Thane says over to Felix with an approving note to his tone. "It's nice to see Garou out tending to the bawn and caern voluntarily." From where he sits on one of the tree's great roots, the Shadow Lord turns to look towards Briari. "Excellent! What did you find out? You look in one piece, at least."
Follows-The-Money flattens her ears back a bit as she gives a loud chuff. One piece. Yes. She gives a clear of her throat as she trots off from them. She will change into proper skin and clothing, then tell you what she has found.
Felix is carrying a carrier bag, and is currently on another of the tree's great roots -- a slimmer one, and he's using it as though it were a balance beam, walking forward, then backward, turning, standing on one foot, and all in all giving off the impression that his internal energy is currently unwilling to remain that way. The moon may deserve some of the blame. "What was the mission?" he asks Thane, while the wolf pads away.
From the distance, those attuned to the sounds of the forest will hear the quick, but not frantic approach of a four-legged loper. Grey fur on a form that might be just a tad on the 'smaller than average' size chart and a posture of easy confidence. Having already picked up on the voices, the Get moves from lupus to homid in a rather easy shift even while she continues her approach. "Is it safe to interrupt?" asks the Get.
Before Thane can respond to Felix, Emma makes her arrival. The one-eyed Lord regards the Get elder and offers a dip of his head. "You're welcome to interrupt. Briari was just about to fill me in on some trouble going on in the city, so it saves some steps the more ears that get to hear it." He looks back to Felix then and explains, "With that Spiral Revolution nonsense resurfacing so near my tribe's territory, and me in a tough position to investigate, I requested she see if she can gather any information on the Spirals who were identified at the club."
Heading back out from a thicket of trees, Briari can be seen tugging a sweater over her body, followed by a buttoning of her jeans. Running her hands back through her thick tangly blonde hair, she pulls it away from her face. She gives a nod of her head to Emma, then says to Thane, "Well, Alpha, I was able to successfully track the spiral dancer known as DJ Blue all across town and I was able to hack his phone and record a conversation between himself and another spiral inside the Queen's tower. They are planning to overthrow the Queen as it appears those that are beneath her rule are upset and scared, so they are trying to find a way out of their situation." She gives a pause as she leans over to pluck up the half ate breakfast sandwich from the ground, then offers it to Felix.
"Makes sense," Felix says to Thane, nodding, "There wasn't a whole lot floatin' around the normal sorta ways." He looks over to the newest arrival with some curiosity, and since the Shadow Lord seems to know and accept her, flashes her a bright grin. "Hey. Felix T. Sinclair, Cliath Bone Gnawer Galliard, packed with Tactical Frivolity under Coyote," he greets, pausing in his root-wandering to sweep a cheerfully flamboyant bow in Emma's direction. He looks faintly surprised at being offered the sandwich, but accepts it, popping it into the bag he's carrying with a "Thanks," to the Walker.
Emma takes extra notice of the 'alpha' used to address Thane, but is quickly wrapped up in just hearing what there is to be learned. Only when the Gnawer makes his greeting does she turn her attention from the more official matter. A nod of her head is given as she looks over the Gnawer, "Emma Mahler, Athro born under the full moon and Jarl of the Get. Just back into town and trying to catch up." She looks back to Thane at this, "And there's an awful lot to catch up on."
Thane nods once to Briari, slow and considering as he scratches at his jawline. "So as I had anticipated. Wyrm forces are notorious for dissent. They rule through force, cunning, and fear, but rarely charisma. Leadership tends to be a very unstable thing until one emerges that can subdue their opposition. It was why I asked your pack, Felix, about the scapegoat concept. It seems, though, there is already instability among the ranks." Ohings have been busy since just before the new year. Good to see you got back to town safely."
"The Queen calls herself the Queen of Randicort... something like that. I have it written down proper. She has two other sisters, one in Los Angeles and one in New York City, in which they too control a part of the city, a hive." She makes a motion with her hand in the air in a circular manner. "I tracked the spiral to Harbor Park, where he was then able to see through my illusion gifts and confronted me." She takes in a deep breath. "We traded some interesting conversation. He told me that he wants to deliver us the mage at the top of the tower who is the Queen's magical pet, and he wants us to kill him quickly. He says that the mage does leave the tower at times and that 'Blue' will call me when he leaves. When the phone rings he is expecting us to be able to take the mage out. He says to do it without letting him know we are coming, or else it will end poorly for us."
"Nice meetin' you," Felix says to Emma, and Thane's remark to him gets a nod. "We been lookin' around, but if they're willin' to just handle things internally for us, hey, bonus. Especially if the ones we were tryin' to track down've left town." He goes quiet again (although not still), listening to Briari's details.
"Sounds like a clusterfuck. I wasn't too involved in that project even before I left, so I'll admit to being completely lost on the who, what and where's. The ooze and nothing though, that I've got more of a handle on. So who /is/ in the tower? And who is the mage connected to?" Emma asks.
Thane doesn't look bothered in the least to hear of Briari conversing and planning with a Spiral. He actually looks rather pleased. "Does he now? Well, removing the mage was my next goal, at any rate, so this works out perfectly. My tribe is in possession of a scope that will let us look into the Tower, at least in theory, to track the enemy movement. However, my attempts to use it are blocked by whatever shield the mage has erected. Removed, I should be able to look right through their walls. Now, of course, this doesn't mean they're our new friends. The enemy of my enemy is still an enemy. They will still turn on us at their earliest opportunity but if there is the chance to remove the mage with less risk to our numbers or blowing the cover we have inside the Tower then it may be best to take that risk." To Emma, he adds. "Queen's Tower has been the second thorn in our side along with Hanford. It's come under the control of this Queen, a pretty ugly creature, who commands the Wyrm forces. Invisible banes, super fomori, Spiral security pack, and Wyrm-tainted Mage are those forces we know of. Reportedly, they are also working to figure out Hanford."
"I have some information on the ooze as well after we finish talking about the Tower." Briari says to Emma with a nod of her head. "DJ Blue asked that I promise to not kill him if he was to make this happen for us and I agreed to it." She rubs her nose with her hand. "That does not mean someone else can't kill him though." She says with only a hint of a smile upon her face. "I told him that he and his kind needs to stay out of Harbor Park and not to see them around or near by and he agreed to it. I suppose now time will tell if he can keep his word."
Felix hops lightly off the root, and sits down on it instead, for the moment. "So did he have anything to say about what the mage can do? I mean, aside from be a major problem if he knows we're comin'."
Emma huhs at the last bit from Thane. "Well I'd be interested in hearing what the scoop is on that. I dug pretty deep on that stuff- actually messed me up quite a bit just from putting the research into it. Part of why I got stuck out of town so long." She shifts her hands into her back pockets then, "Any info on the ooze stuff, I'd like to add to my notes."
"Doubtful they will keep their word," Thane says to Briari, "but we will see. In any event, I would be inclined to ship him to Erebus except it wouldn't much be worth the effort. So making his death quick and relatively painless will have to serve as appreciation for his help." And he says it all as casually as discussing the weather. "Briari, did he have any information on the mage? Then we can discuss Hanford and see if the notes match up with anything Emma here has."
Briari gives a shake of her head. "No he seemed fairly tight lipped and silver tongued. I can tell that he is a Galliard. You know, besides the DJ part. When I would try and dive deeper on a subject he would shift it in a new direction. I just tried to get as much as I could from what he was willing to tell me." She rubs her elbow a bit. "We just talked about how he is pretty scared to death of the Queen and that there are others in the tower who are trying to get out. He mentioned to drop off the mage. Assured me that he and his kind did not spray paint the park that it was probably random protestors."
Briari also follows up with. "But we do know that Amelia is the head spiral dancer in charge of security there. She is powerful. I have the recording of his call with a woman inside the tower so I would like to play it for Peter to see if he recognizes the voice."
Emma tips her head, "So this mage that they want us to handle is working with the Queen they no longer want to follow? Is that the long and short of it?"
"Ain't quite silver-tongued enough," the Galliard currently present says, faintly smug, but there's a definite welling of anger at the part about the graffiti, and Felix's on his feet again, pacing aggressively, although this time on the ground. "They're fuckin' doin' it wrong," he mutters, shaking his head, and after a few good strides, sighs. "...but not so scared to death of her he ain't willin' to try an' plot against her?" he asks at normal volume, "Wonder how many folks in there he reckons're down for THAT revolution."
Briari nods her head in affirmation to Emma. "Yes, the mage is who is putting the wards up around the tower so we can't access it via the Umbra. Val tried to moon bridge in and she bounced off it and got flung a few zip codes away. I was also told it was quite painful."
"To my understanding, yes." Thane says on the heels of Emma. "The mage is her pet slash bodyguard. Remove them, the Queen is vulnerable. The mage has also prevented a lot of scrying attempts and general access to the upper floors. My kinsman, Peter, is working inside the Tower and gave us the intel on the security team which is a pack of Spirals." He looks then to Felix with a low chuckle. "They respect and fear her power and they know they cannot confront her directly, not yet anyway. So they will scheme and find ways to weaken her but, of course, mindful that if they can remove some of us in the process all the better. It's no different than my planning to turn Wyrm forcr against Wyrm. Killing two birds with one stone. We'll be their weapon against the mage and, if they're lucky, the mage takes some of us out with him."
"Or there's no conflict between them at all, but all the better we think just that. We waltz in on their promises, and they take us out as one big happy family." Emma tacks on. "That's part of the trouble with talking and dealing with Dancers. Unless you get them someplace you can really put the iron to them, and even then, it's not like our gifts for perceiving truths are fool-proof. But. When you've got a concrete plan, and it's go time - let me know."
Briari gives a nod of her head. "He had no clue I was hacking his phone at the time, so the call he had with the woman in the tower I feel is genuine. You could taste her fear and anxiety in her vocal tone. I have thought about the chance of this being a trap as well. What is stopping this guy from telling the mage about us, then we get wiped out and he gains some sweet renown for being a sly bastard, you know?" She pauses in thought, then says, "But in my opinion, this is a risk worth taking, because if by chance we can get this mage out in the open, really, all it takes is a bullet. Silenced sniper. I have access to ... some very unique weapons my father builds. I would prefer to take him out with distance and subterfuge rather than claws if possible. Perhaps we can consult with Brings the Pack and see what he feels on the topic. I suppose our mage ally to the Sept could give us some insight on what we may be up against. Can they sense a bullet coming from a few hundred yards? Do they have force fields?"
"I agree with Briari in this." Thane says. "We have been playing this careful but we're going to lose any advantages we may have the longer we let them gather power. Right now, while they show signs of dissent, we should act. It's a risk but one worth taking. We just need to ensure we are prepared to battle this mage and be ready for an ambush. If we can make it a decisive victory then that will also show them we are a force to be reckoned with and dissuade any attempts for them to stab us in the back. I have word sent to Brings-the-Pack that I wish to speak with him regarding this mage. So I will ask what matter of talens might be of use, then the Theurges can work on assembling them for this confrontation."
Emma lifts a shoulder, "What little I know about mages, is that if they're worth mentioning at all, then they're able to do some pretty messed up things." That's all she says on it though. "If you're intent on moving on this information. I'd set up at least two, preferably three packs. One on the mage, one on the mage supported Dancers, and one on the group that'll backstab us soon as the shit hits the fan."
"Talking about Mages, are we?" Memory asks, as she glides down towards the group and was likely perched in the tree in the center of the Caern a moment ago. Wings flaring, she comes in for a landing on the ground about five feet from Emma. "Long time no see," she notes.
Felix is still pacing, although it's at least calmer than it was when he started; Thane's seated on of the tree's great roots, and the others are standing nearby. "So... are we gonna have any idea where the guy's supposed to go, or just that he's leavin'? 'cause it'd be kinda awkward to try an' deal with him in the frozen foods section at Safeway or some shit." He glances up at the arrival of the raven, tracking the landing.
"I don't know. I was told that when the phone rings, I am to answer it and he will tell us where to be at and how to take him out. I know, sounds like a trap." Briari says as she shrugs her shoulders upwards.
"Good afternoon, Val." Thane says to the raven as she comes in for a landing. "Oh it's most assuredly a trap, if nothing more than a simple 'see if we both kill one another' goal. Which is why we need to be prepared for a fight on all fronts, as Emma said. We're not going to get anywhere though if we refuse to act just because of the risks, though."
Emma glances toward Val and offers a smile to the raven. "Well first there was that bit of business in the Amazon umbra, getting my brain scrubbed clean. Then I ran into my dad at Steel Angel, and he asked me to help with some of the resistance there. They've slowed down whatever's going on in their tower- Yeah I know that seems weird. But no /real/ progress yet. But. Holding the line is better than losing it." Back to the topic at hand. "Waiting on the 'Go' command from a phone call means we don't have the luxury of setting up those other points. Unless you think we've enough packs that can mobilize that fast and be coordinated."
"Why did your brain need a scrubbing?" Val asks, before shifting up into the form of her birth. "Did you learn anything about the Queens Tower clone out in L.A.? And why are we waiting on a phone call, to take out a Mage? That's what I think you guys are talking about, anyway?"
"Usually people sound a lot more upset when they're talkin' about their brain gettin' washed," Felix says, and starts idly stepping from root to root, calmer again but still unable to stay still. He leaves the explanation of what's going on to those who outrank him, for the moment.
Taking in a deep breath, Briari says, "I scouted the city and tracked DJ Blue, that Spiral who was hanging out at the Slaughter House. After some conversation of back and forth words, he told me that in return for his life, he will deliver us the mage in the tower because he and his friends are trying to find a way to get rid of him and the Queen. Sounds like the bad guys have bit off more than they can chew. She calls herself the Queen of Randicort, one of three sisters. New York and Los Angeles as well. So he has my number. Well.. he has a number that I am forwarding through about twenty other numbers to a burn phone I picked up a a store to call. When he calls, he is giving us details of how to take the mage out and where he will be because I guess he leaves the tower often enough." She explains to Val.
"The whole plan reminds of of the stories that Excelsior and the Hellfire pack." Thane remarks. "They wanted to temporarily ally with the pack. Well, as of now, they're our primary war pack. Mine is serving as Guardians, though, if enough of the younger Garou want to cover for them I can send my pack to join the fight since they are heavy hitters. Emma, as you are free to work with the city Garou and are a ranking Ahroun, care to assist in organizing the battle plans? As Warder, I'm less free to travel to coordinate things. I know you just returned and all."
Emma smiles a bit, "Dug too deep, too long on that ooze stuff. Has a way of getting to you. I was about about two ticks shy of going all Close Encounters ... wait. No. I pretty much did get to the point of using mashed potatoes as modeling clay. So, yeah, re-centered. Spiritually cleansed. Whatever you wanna call it." At Thane's comment she draws in a breath. "I'll fight. And I'll take risks when needed. But. With what you've said we know, none of this adds up in any manner of sense. And sending in any but our best, most seasoned, against a mage, is going to be a suicide mission. Unless this mage is a chump. Which, if he is, then why can none of us get past his securities?"
Val runs a hand through her hair and huffs out a breath. "Actually, the thing with Mages is that they don't deal with surprise well. Unless he is one of the ones that is real good at seeing things coming before they actually happen, you need surprise more than anything else. They can't heal themselves, not unless they're really good at that sorta thing. A specialization. Its, uhh, I wish I could have asked the kinda stuff the Mage gets up too. Anyway. They're just as squishy as a normal human. You hit them hard enough that they're dead before they have time to realize what is happening and you're golden. I'd recommend someone getting close. A couple someones, along with a sniper. Let the sniper take a shot, then the backup can make certain he is out of the picture, if the bullet doesn't do the job."
Val says "Everyone would have to act at the same time, to minimize risk."
"And if you can disrupt their connection to their power," Thane says, "Same as us with our ability to shift, then you cripple them. Hence the talens, as well as ones to give us some leverage if it turns into a long fight on two fronts. He's no chump but he will still have vulnerabilities, which is why I requested meeting with Brings-the-Pack to discuss how we will need to be prepared on our side."
"Yeah, I get that Val. They are just human after all. But the pieces aren't making sense and we're banking on /Dancers/ for the information to begin with." She shakes her head. "Just doesn't add up." To Thane she gives another look, "If, or when you find something out from the meeting, let me know what they suggest."
Felix briefly gets the look of a kid walking into a family event and seeing the card table set up about ten feet from the proper table, when the talk of younger Garou taking over Guardian duty and definitely only sending the heaviest hitters comes up, but keeps his mouth shut for the moment, listening.
"Of course." Thane says to the Fenrir with a nod of his head. "I defer to the expert in manners of mage battles. It may come out we wouln't be able to take on the mage, at least how the Dancer insists. But, we'd be remiss not to at least see if this is viable. If it isn't than so be it. I wouln't send us in if we don't have a real chance, though even well prepared we might still face a high cost."
"Do we have any idea on the scope of this mage's power? Or what he's capable of?" Emma asks.
"That is the ultimate question," Val says with a shrug of her shoulders. "Never quite know what a Mage can do, unless you get an idea of their focus. Speaking of Mages, there is that new one in town. Could ask him about the fellow in the Tower."
"There is another mage?" Briari asks curiously as she goes about picking a few bits of leaves off her fluffy and expensive looking sweater. "OH, do you guys want to hear about the ooze news? I went on an RV trip to Olympia with Nick, Salem and Silvertip."
Thane looks over to Val and nods his head, "I do need to check in with that one. I promise I wouln't try to eat him unless he's particularly rude. We'll see what the mages have to say about one of their own before making plans. In the meantime, what Is that ooze news?"
<OOC> To the caern, Emma says "Seriously? You bring that up now? 3 hours later, when I am leaving work ? LOL"
<OOC> To the caern, Briari says "I just got home! XD"
<OOC> To the caern, Briari says "I can throw it into one pose!"
<OOC> To the caern, Emma says "I gotta go guys, work is over. :( I can be on tomorrow if you are up for continuing the talk about the ooze then?"
<OOC> To the caern, Briari says "STAY A FEW MORE MINUTES XD"
<OOC> To the caern, Emma says "Emma has info, and has been focusing on that for a while."
<OOC> To the caern, Emma says "I can't."
<OOC> To the caern, Emma says "So, I'd love to rp it out, especially since I am just getting back into RP mode here. But I can't do it now."
<OOC> To the caern, Felix is oky with tomorrow ooze. But is also the least important person here. ;)
<OOC> To the caern, Thane adorns Felix as a very important and fancy hat. "Tomorrow works."
<OOC> To the caern, Felix adjusts to a jaunty angle and looks FABULOUS. As usual.
<OOC> To the caern, Val says "Tomorrow works. I have baby, anyway."
[...except it didn't happen. Sigh.]