005; CLOSED. and darling, i saw it all.

[norea]

Who: The present anti-CL team.
What: Meeting to discuss.
Where: Lost Society, in the library.
When: Misdi, around midnight.
Notes: plotsss. I'll have three comment sections: one for Rhade showing up early, one for the collective group (we'll have to sort out orders since there are quite a few characters), and one for separate character interactions (one on one or whatever y'all prefer). AND... we will have to copypaste in our tags from LJ, soooo.
Warnings: idk yet.

The spell that Hasibe has worked over Lost Society means that no one is going to remember they were there; service will be a bit spotty, as a result, and the waiters on hand will seem peculiarly disinterested in whomever shows up, only providing them with drinks and necessities when deliberately prodded, but that's an aspect of the magic. She partially chose this location because it's easy to find a secluded area there, and in this case, she finds a table in the library, shrugging off her white coat to rest it on the back of her chair. She is dressed in a sleek, high-collared dark-green dress that is not too flashy, in order to keep with the discretion of the venue.

The other reason she chose this place is that they don't care if you smoke indoors. So that's what she's doing, rose-flavored Black Devil cigarette in hand, sitting back in her chair as she exhales smoke toward the ceiling. She has a couple books open on the table in front of her, and nothing in the way of food, but she does have a drink. Priorities.

Comments

[norea]

That pleases her, even if they should probably stifle that kind of behavior. She likes the acknowledgment, though this is a clandestine spy meeting; it's one of the few ways they can be at all public with one another.

"I'd love another Sidecar, if you don't mind."

[martyrdomoption]

It's also something he enjoys being able to indulge in. "Coming right up."

One last, quick peck to the cheek and then he gets up to head over to the bar.

[deservesadaisy]

Ivan, for his part, is fetching another round of drinks. He hasn't really talked to Mitchell since the incident at Hasibe's, but he feels no need to do something so childish as to be rude. Instead, he inclines his head barely. "Mitchell."

[martyrdomoption]

"...Ivan." It's said a little hesitantly, and rightly so. He knows the other vampire better than to think he'd pull anything under these particular circumstances. Still, he's treading carefully.

[deservesadaisy]

"How's your evening going?" he asks, quiet and a bit loaded. Both of them know they're on broken ground, but there are forms to be preserved. And he doesn't seem to be picking a fight.

[martyrdomoption]

"Standard, as far as anti xenian-terrorism goes." Which is about as neutral a reply as he can give. Everything about this night falls under the category of strange circumstances (or usual occurrences in his life, whichever.)

[deservesadaisy]

He smiles, a bit grim, at that. "Ah yes, well. Just another night here in the gilded cage, isn't it?" A pause, then he says, "I'll behave myself, don't worry."

[martyrdomoption]

"Something like that," he says, grimly chipper about it himself. He looks over and gives a small nod at the second part of what Ivan says. He knows it's not for his sake, but he's thankful anyway.

[deservesadaisy]

"Everything been alright, since?" At least in the sense of no more bad trips from your girlfriend's hallucinogenic blood?

[martyrdomoption]

"Yeah, not bad." And he shoots a little glance in Hasi's direction. Ivan may or may not recognize the look of someone falling for another, despite how alarming as the idea of Mitchell and Hasibe as a couple may be. "Not bad at all."

[deservesadaisy]

Ivan knows that look, and measures it for a moment. "Well. I suppose that's something."

He'd like to think Hasibe will keep Mitchell out of trouble, but in truth, he knows better.

"You weren't put off, then, I see."