no sense in wasting your time.

[hexing]

Who: Wanda, Remy, and Erik.
What: HI DAD WHAT'S GOING ON TOTALLY NOT MAKING SURE YOU HAVEN'T FORMED THE BROTHERHOOD OR ANYTHING
Where: The Inn!
When: Thursday
Notes: None atm.
Warnings: TBA.

During the journey from their little house in Abrogate Green to the Inn, Remy and Wanda had plenty of time to compose a 'plan of attack' for this meeting--but Wanda knows full well that no matter what they plan, she'll still lose a tiny bit of her grip on things around this young iteration of Magneto. Her desire to check up on him is as founded in the worry he'll start to do something dangerous--dangerous for everyone--as it is general concern for his well-being.

All in all, it is always complicated with this family. So she's glad she brought food (her home cooking, Transian Romani style) and Remy both. When she turns up at the Inn, she inquires as to the floor and room Erik is on, and heads up there.

002 | CLOSED. join the children of hell.

[norea]

Who: Hasibe Ozcelik, John Mitchell, possibly certain others
What: Hasi drags Mitchell to Gutters, pretending it is "for her protection".
Where: Gutters!
When: Evening, lateish.
Notes: Your log page is belong to Kays.
Warnings: Hahaha uhh. It's a vampire bar and Hasibe exists. Stay tuned.

Ending up at Gutters was always in the plan, for Hasibe. She had made a list of all the bars and clubs she absolutely needed to hit up ("needed" at least in the context of her own mind), and since this place came recommended, it was bumped up a few notches on the list. Cognizant of the danger inherent to the place, she'd even managed to wrangle a companion, though her motivations for persuading him to come along had less to do with her own need for protection--at least, that was how she saw it--and more to do with her desire to push him into interacting with his own kind. It was convenient for both of them...and, for the purposes of particular other activities of hers, gave her ample opportunity to observe the effect recent events had on the population.

There's always an ulterior motive with this one. She sees it as benevolent.

Mitchell probably didn't need the help, though. She'd even admit that, freely. But she has her ways of showing her interest in people, and arranging social situations for them with varying degrees of subtlety happens to be one of them. Once they make their way into the bar, buried as it is in the undercity of Mafaton, she abandons her coat, which means she is fully unveiled in her patently ridiculous white dress with its cut-out spaces, and accompanying towering black leather ankle boots. It's not exactly dressing to blend in down here.

(She gets a little bit of silly entertainment out of wearing pristine white to places where everyone is almost certainly dressed dark. It's a thing.)

"What do you think?" Hasi inquires, smiling at Mitchell. She loves the undercity, of course.