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

[fuckrobertfrost]

As John has demonstrated on a few occasions, he doesn't actually have any nice clothes, just shirts that have buttons, which is what he's wearing now. He arrived early but loitered at a distance until Erik and Charles arrived, and followed them in, saying as little as possible to either of them. If Charles happens to notice the little telepathic facade of calm normalcy the Stepford Cuckoos stuck in his head, meant to serve as a tarp covering what would be a roving tank of various plans of terrorist action, well... that can't really be avoided. And doesn't even matter, right? They're all on the same side. Right now. (That's just another thing he really does not need to be thinking right now.)

[cerebral]

Fortunately for John, there are more pressing matters at hand than reading the minds of young mutants. Along with a slight nod of acknowledgement, Charles skims his forethoughts, but he holds off on a deeper reading for now. Nothing seems unusual (although perhaps a little too calm under the circumstances) and he's content to trust Erik's judgment.

No, he's much more concerned with what they're walking into.

His pace slows for a moment when he enters the bar and although he may be tired, evident by the dark circles under his eyes, he's still quick on the upkeep. He does a mental sweep of the room and instantly notices that the staff and the patrons have been purposefully distracted. The corners of his mouth twitch into a slight smile as he quietly remarks, "Clever," before looking at Erik reassuringly.

[magnetic]

Typically, if the telepath you've brought doesn't look worried, that is a good sign. Erik himself seems just as relaxed as usual—that is, he is confident despite his own state of hyper-vigilance, perhaps even bolstered by the presence of his tiny bookends. (...look, sorry, that's what it looks like.)

Charles he sees into the room via one hand flat against the small of his back, if only briefly, the tacit message there complex but well familiar to the both of them. Once they've separated he leans closer to John, and intones, smelling faintly of cigarettes, "Remember everything you see."

More casually, then, as he straightens up: "Well, gents, it looks like we're meant to make ourselves comfortable." Which is to say he won't be doing so, but won't begrudge either of his fellows a drink or something the like.

[fuckrobertfrost]

The instruction comes as a relief, because observing means no talking, which he is always happy to do plenty of under circumstances like these, so he just nods and lights up. He also tends not to drink in Erik's presence, so he doesn't now, but hangs around behind them glancing around on occasion. It's not like he's been here before, after all.

[cerebral]

Charles doesn't intend to make himself too comfortable, but he does give a quick tap to Erik's arm to show him that he's headed to the bar. He manages to get someone's attention long enough to order a Scotch, although it's not to drink so much as have something he can idle over that serves to make him look more at place in their surroundings.

On returning, he takes a cursory sip while giving Erik a glance that more or less conveys well, it was your invite. After you, sir.