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

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).
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.

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Rhade is there early, as he promised to be. He arrives silently, heavy boots managing to not make a sound on the floor. It's not until he's absolutely sure that it's just him and Hasi that he clears his throat to announce himself and comes and finds her.

"I'm afraid I don't know most of who's coming." Greetings? What are those? He'll opt for the formal business approach. "I'll have to rely on your judgement in dispensing information. I recommend that people be wary. One of the people that aided me when I was attacked had her apartment destroyed because someone managed to track her."

Hello, Hasibe.

Ivan, for one, appreciates the smoking part of their setting as well. He and Ilde arrive promptly, and make their way over to Hasi. Ivan's manner is subdued, a bit less glib than normal, though he smiles at her. The last time they saw one another was a bit of more stressed, and he's not going to let it hinder him if she isn't.

"Good evening. Are we first?"

Ilde is always a bit reserved when she's sober, but it's different this evening; she's abstract and withdrawn, not quite there, almost consciously a few steps back from the rest of the world and letting Ivan navigate it for her instead as she lingers at his elbow and fidgets with her bracelet. She musters a half-smile for Hasi in greeting-- but her gaze keeps wandering, making sure she knows where everything in the room is.

Hasibe has her smile on before she even looks up, greeting them with a tiny sideways tilt of her hand (and its cigarette), waving just a little. Her gaze flicks from Ivan to Ilde, for a beat, and then back to Ivan. She's read the mood in the span of about a half-second, which means there is no undue pause before she says anything.

"Not quite, but I have someone I met here a little earlier. That's part of why I've called us all together." She tilts her head at the tables and chairs (even a small sofa) cloistered together, conveniently. "Sit wherever you like. The waitstaff is inattentive, I'm afraid, but they can be corralled when necessary."

"I'm fine for now." He glances at Ilde. "Do you want anything?" Though he's not as solicitous as he would be were they alone, he's still clearly attentive. It hasn't been that long since Sukkardi, not yet.

He will, though, get out a cigarette since he can.

"Virgin Bellini, maybe." No alcohol this evening, that seems like a bad idea on multiple fronts. Being here still doesn't quite feel like the best idea she's ever had, but she has to rejoin the rest of the world sooner or later and this isn't exactly something she can ignore-- besides, her efforts with Quirin haven't been entirely fruitless.

"I wonder who Erik's bringing," she says, after a moment, retreating to the sofa.

"I'll go corral someone to get drinks," he says, preferring not to speculate, as he hasn't even met Erik. To Hasi, he adds, "May I get you anything, while I do?"

"No, thank you, I'm set." She indicates her drink with a loose gesture using her free hand. Said drink happens to be a Ritz Sidecar, of all things. On the topic, she says, amiably: "Phylloxera-free vineyards are pleasantly prevalent here, so if you like cognac at all, they've a pretty remarkable selection."

...signs you know too much about alcohol: you can date types of cognac as being pre-1860s by taste and you're not, actually, an immortal vampire.

Ivan's smile grows a little. "That's very good to know. Perhaps I'll take advantage at that." He generally had quite a modern air - at least in Baedal, where he was without his car - but cognac was worth investigating if it was good.

He goes to seek out a waiter, leaving them for a moment while drinks are fetched.

The shoes Ilde is wearing are fine to walk in, but a bit disconcerting when she's sitting down, ankles crossed and feet on the floor and there's no heel there to turn the way they rest. Odd. Much more interesting to concentrate on than attempting to transmit 'don't ask' vibes in Hasi's direction, because she's fine, she's just quiet and not drinking.

She finds her cigarettes in her purse and says, eventually, "Jules' wife and their children are here now."

Rhade strides in with his usual air of confidence (and a little bit of suspicion, but that's not out of the ordinary either), and takes a seat. He folds his hands on the table, before catching sight of Ilde.

He hasn't talked to her since that one afternoon by the water. It hadn't been anything personal. Later that day, the curiosity of things he'd overheard at the Vault had finally struck him, along with the guilt he still felt for a particular captain. He'd turned off his CiD and took his meager savings, left the inn, and found a way to start up a fake life. The CiD had stayed off for the entire time, and now his voice/face was never shown publicly.

It seems that they have mutual stake in all of this, and he shouldn't be surprised.

He inclines his head towards her, in silent greeting in case she's involved in any other conversations. He's patient. He can wait.

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

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