closed :: don't you wonder when the earth will go

[heardmermaids]

Who: Sebastian LeMat and a cast of thousands.
What: A whole lot of meeting up over coffee, tea, lunch, etc.
Where: All around town - Sobek Croix and Howl Barrow, mainly.
When: At various points throughout the week.
Notes: Organization plurk is here and a Podder mix is here.

For Martha:

As promised, Sebastian and Velcro are waiting outside the Italian tavern on Damgate and both look happy, enjoying the cold air and a spot of people watching. Now that his identity is a little more open and Martha seems to have heard something of his past from the Professor, he's unsure how well this lunch will go, but he doesn't want it to be said that he didn't put forth a minimum of effort to be civil and welcoming.

For Tonks and Hermione:

Rationally, Sebastian knew that keeping his involvement with Shada's cult as a private matter wouldn't suit Tonks and certainly wouldn't be enough to appease Hermione. He was afraid that no matter what his assurances were, they'd take a dim view of the way in which he'd sought to resort his magic and while they may not be exactly the people he once knew, their approval mattered to him.

While those concerns remain in the back of his mind as a problem to be dealt with in the future, he is currently more interested in finding the pie shop that he'd promised to meet Hermione and Tonks at. One of the other staff at Hellsing suggested The Pie In The Sky -- two story bakery and café located in the heart of Howl Barrow, just beyond Royal Jewels, but if you've hit the weird health food shop, you've gone too far.

For Jones:

It had been weighing on him for a time -- would it be wiser to explain the full terms of his arrangement to Jones before or after he confessed his interest in her. In the end, he was selfish and choose to tell her about his feelings first, making sure that she cared enough in return to hear him out. Wisely, or perhaps too cautiously, he hasn't yet mentioned their relationship to his friends in the even that she decides to now reject him.

To that end, Sebastian has invited her over to his flat for dinner and warned her that he's a poor cook, but can manage a few, simple things - omelets among them.

For Princess Nuala:

If you are feeling up to some company, I would like to speak you to, your Highness.

Comments

[toldastory]

Martha arrived on time, which is something unusual with Martha. It's probably the doctor in her, but she normally tends to run anywhere between ten and fifteen minutes behind. She smiled at both Sebastian and Velcro, checking to make certain that he wasn't working as a service dog before she even thought about petting him.

"'Lo Sebastian. How are you?"

[wandandsickle]

Jones has never been particular about food, and, after all, she's more interested in the company. She arrives a bit early, putters around nervously outside for a few minutes, tugging at the ends of her scarf, and then knocks.

[leviohhhhsa]

Hermione had accepted that Sebastian was stubborn- long, long ago- and that there was almost no possibility of swaying him once he made up his mind to do things-

But stand by and agree to keep her nose out of anything this big? No way.

So she'd researched, of course, coming across the rumours (upsetting) first but being clever enough not to actually trust them. The facts she could find had seemed far more reassuring- though only relatively.

After all: still a cult, still shrouded in some degree of enigma, still the native religion of a city that kidnaps innocents for some unknown purpose. Well, innocents among others.

She's just wondering if there's something in that thought- if she should revisit her brief speculations on the concepts of Hell, Heaven, Purgatory and the like, which she earlier dismissed as nonsense- when she catches sight of him. She'd Apparated to a familiar spot in the neighbourhood (what's wrong with weird health food, exactly?) and chosen to find the cafe on foot rather than take her chances. She can see it now, between them.

"Sebastian!" she calls, a smile on her face and a hand raised in greeting, hurrying forward to draw closer to him.

[cailisairgid]

Of course, Sebastian. Join me.