Difference between revisions of "Log:Community Advancement Through Spite"

17 February, 2017

Don't get mad, get -- no, sorry, this is a mostly-Summer meeting. Get mad, then get more awesome. A group of Lost meet at Aspire to discuss plans for community betterment.

FB04 - Aspire Arena

It's another day at the Aspire, but since the gym has glass enclosed rooms that can be /closed/, Dielle's grabbed one of those for this meeting. She's laid out a bunch of yoga mats and turned the volume down. She's also grabbed a few chairs from the office, but those are staying on some paper she's laid out, so as not to scuff up the hardwood.

Dielle is taking advantage of the yoga mats to do some stretching, while she waits, so she's got her legs stretched out and is touching her toes. That's a little more impressive when one one realizes that she's damn near doing a split, and then less when you realize it's a bunch of Lost, a lot of Lost are that flexible. She's wearing some kind of leggings in black and blue green, and a shirt that's tied off to be a crop top. Her hair's wet as if she's been sweating profusely, which means she was probably working out before this started.

Paz doesn't actually know what they're showing up to talk about, and she was just complaining to someone earlier in the day about how much she hates meetings, but she's here. Let nobody claim she's not willing to take one for the team, so to speak. She's dressed like she belongs at a gym, with athletic shoes and leggings and a running jacket on instead of her usual leather, boots, and jeans, and when she comes in she stares for a moment at Dielle before she says, "damn. I never could do that, and I've tried." Her Mask is strengthened, so Dielle might not immediately recognize her, but her voice has enough of a the rasp (and accent) to be familiar, and the Sublime aura that she comes with is pretty hard to miss.

Teagan and Sigrun arrive together, though not in lock step. The Valkyrie is dressed in her 'I do professional important things for my court' get up, which is a pair of tailored slacks, a pair of ankle boots that give the idea of a heel without compromising stability, a conservative long sleeved blouse, and a black woll overcoat. Her hair is up in an elaborately braided bun atop her head, leaving but a few of her ringlets having escaped the effort to contain them. It puts not only her long pale throat but the golden torc around it on prime display. She has her backpack with her, slung over one shoulder, as she steps into the glass enclosed office to find Dielle mid-exercise and doing the splits. Blink blink. She clears her throat and offers a general greeting, "Good evening."

When Calm visits places that have mortals hanging around she dresses more like a normal person, and less like a spectre draped in blood-red silk. It's pretty strange to see an empty void wearing clothes, but she has on jeans and a knee length coat on, and even a scarf and knit cap pulled down over her ears. It looks really weird if people can see her mien, but not for people who only see the Mask. She pretty much just followed Sigrun and Teagan in, and she comes in only a handful of strides behind the Latina, only to peer past the tall woman at Dielle to find out what's being talked about. "Some people are more naturally gifted in some ways and less in others," she says in an unearthly, ethereal voice. "How many people are we expecting? Am I the last to arrive, or should I close the door?"

And whereas Sigrun is dressed up all professional? Teagan is wearing their usual flat-affect expression, trenchcoat, black jeans, and their expression shifts between looking quite content and looking like they just ate a lemon. The contentment seems to return whenever they bump their shoulder against Sigrun's, anyway. Dielle's doing the splits? "Hot damn, emphasis on the hot," comments the Shadowsoul in a dry, easy tone. "Well, Johnny's around here somewhere, I'm sure, but I didn't see him on the way up. So. I think this is everyone, yeah, Dee?"

Dielle says, "We're all here, I think. Go ahead and close the door, we can see anyone tryin' to come in and let 'em in or not, as we choose. Thanks." She speaks with a very Southern accent. She nods at Teagan and grins at Paz, although the woman gets a bit of a blink, before she realizes that she knows the voice. Calm gets a bigger blink, and a "Hey, I don't think we've met before? I'm Dielle Henner." She pronounces it like a slurred-together D.L. "I think Johnny's around. Although it is DAMN WEIRD to call him that."

"I'm Paz," says Paz, to anyone who isn't quite sure who she is when her Mask is stronger. Teagan has seen her that way before, but the others haven't. Then again, how many badass Sublime latinas with raspy voices are there in town? Probably not very many. She slides her jacket off and goes to toss it over one of the chairs, and under it she's wearing a tanktop. It's winter, but she's Summer, so she doesn't give a shit about the weather. On her back, across her shoulder blades, are massive scars that push out from under the tanktop's edges on both sides. "I'm guessing there's something more to this meeting than watching Dielle do the splits? As hot as that is, I have to agree," she adds as she turns back around.

"Seconded. Dielle doing the splits is going to stay with me for a while, for sure. Congratulations, Dielle, on becoming a sapphic fantasy for several people. It's a high honor, I assure you." Sigrun unslings her bag and sets it down on one of the chairs, then pulls out a series of three ring binders, passing them out to each attendee one after the other. Even to Teagan, yes. (Though theirs has a small lecture recorder and ear bud inside, along with the actual text and notes the others contain.) "Dielle, myself, and Teagan all shared a very similar experience recently. I won't get into that experience too much, as it is ... somewhat beside the point. But since it is our belief that pervasive negativity should be met with direct action and counter to it, I took the liberty of doing the preliminary leg work on exploring the idea of opening a shelter for women here in town. Paz, Calm, your presence is here because this seems the sort of cause you might be interested in. It seems the sort of endeavor that all of our courts can get behind in one fashion or another. And with this sort of skillset, keeping the building secure and pursuing legal and extralegal avenues against the abusers will be a far simpler matter. Nobody is obligated, of course. I just wanted to get initial thoughts."

Calm gently closes the door behind her, then inclines her head to Dielle and says, "I'm Vizier Calm of the Emerald Court. I'm also a member of Adventure Time!" She says it with enough emphasis to make the exclamation point clear, which sounds a little silly coming from her ethereal voice, which seems to radiate out from her sourcelessly, like no single point in her body actually makes the sound. "It's nice to meet you, Captain Henner. If you aren't already embarressed enough, I have to agree with the general sentiment about the hotness. What does anyone expect from me, though? I'm Spring." She takes a seat on the floor, crross legged, and listens to Sigrun talk about plans, listening with a keen interest. Having her stare with those unblinking nebula eyes can be a little uncomfortable, but at least she's attentive. "Oh yes, this idea has my support. I'm not sure what resources you'd want from me, but I have some thoughts on how I might be able to help. Being able to predict when trouble is likely to strike and preempting it could be critical in a facility like that."

"Yeah, I'm having a confusing feeling," admits Teagan, their forehead wrinkling up, "because Dielle is my bro." They may be joking, or they may be serious, but whatever the case, they don't dwell on it. "I suppose so, Dee. Why's it weird for you? I mean, like, it's not weird for me, but for me it's a deliberate, like, flirting with my Very Significant Other, as he calls us. Calling him something that isn't actually his name, you know?" But that's just conversation. "Hey, y'all. You all know me. Teagan, they/them." Normalizing pronoun-containing introductions is apparently the hill they're gonna die on.

"Hey, Dee, I know we have like a million other things to talk about, and I don't wanna derail the meeting and all, but, like, my ass is appropriately stamped and all, so if you want a Hunter of the Longest Day, I suppose I can deal with being called a 'Recruit' for a month." And with that, they shake their head at their 'similar experience,' muttering something under their breath in Spanish. They find a place to lean, take the recorder out, and put the earbud in their ear, smiling aside appreciatively at Sigrun.

Dielle goes in reverse order, saying to Teagen, "Because him havin' a name other than Vorpal was a surprise and he don't much act like a Johnny most of the time. Which is worse because sometimes I call my boy "Jonny" and that's weirder." Her face starts to twist for a moment, and then straightens out. "I'd like to thank y'all for the compliments. It's a damn pity I'm straight and won't be takin' advantage of all the sex I could be diving into tonight, but there it is. Then again, flexibility don't mean someone'll be good in bed anyway, any more than bein' able to tie a knot in a cherry stem with your tongue means you can do any OTHER interesting tricks with it. Teagan, we'd love to have you in the Harvestmen, you're in." Yes, it's that easy. "And I am definitely down with a woman's shelter. Better be, I'm Dawn."

"Fuck yeah," Paz says, still standing intead of taking a seat. This is a topic worth standing up for. "I'm all for ensuring the safety of those at risk. Before I left Philly I was kinda poking at the idea of starting a shelter for kids who get disowned by their families when they come out of the closet. I ran into some legal issues and it ended up not being the best idea at the time, though. Speaking of which, I could give my lawyer a call and see if she's willing to help on the legal side. She's Lost, and she's scary good." She doesn't specify what kind of legal issues, though, and just kind of glosses over that tidbit and keeps going. "I can definitely help with making sure that the place is safe. I can contribute financing, as well."

"That's a cause we believe in, too. There's no reason we couldn't start that sort of support system here in town, either. I look at this way. The more at risk people we bring to us, the harder time the Kindly Ones will have of snatching them up for their own purposes. We know as a matter of record that human trafficking and sex slavery are two of the major methods loyalists and slavers have for feeding the pipeline to the Gentry. This is not only a moral victory for us, it's a very literal blow against one of the methods our enemies have for filling their ranks. I'm all about any such enterprise. I don't know if we have the resources-- we could potentially seek grant money to open a literal community center to fulfill both of these needs? But, yes, the legal hoops for caring for minors are a lot more fraught than those for protecting majority age adults acting of their own free will." Sigrun looks about the room, trying to judge the interest in expanding the scope of this proposal to include the at risk youth. "I don't think we're a collection of women that pause in the face of adversity. The real question is do we all feel we have the time and resources to commit to this in the long term?"

"There are no shortage of good reasons for this cause," Calm agrees, without sharing too much of her own reasons for taking an interest, but it's clear that she's interested. "I can't offer much assistance as it pertains to the mortal world, since I haven't had a legal identity since my return from Arcadia over a century ago, but there's a fair bit I can do anyway, and what I can, I will." She glances at Tegan and then at Sigrun and notes, "we're not a collection of women anyway, but I take your point, and to answer your question about time and resources: yes."

The void turns its nebulous eyes on Paz and tilts her head slightly. It looks really, really weird that the void is wearing a slouchy pink knit hat with a pom pom on the end. "Is your lawyer Lumi Aaltonen? If it is, she's in my motley. I'm sure she would help if we asked."

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"It's literally been a cause that I've risked my sanity and life for more often than once. And there's like, a fucking epidemic of emotional abuse in this town," mutter Teagan; their fractured-mirror eyes are turned down to the page that's open in front of them. When Sigrun makes a comment about at-risk people being snatched up by the Gentry for their own purposes? There's a visible -- and highly unusual -- ripple in Teagan's expression, and they reflexively flex their fingers, the 'dried blood' that stains the creases in their hands in their mien -- not actual blood, no, but a stain on their mien that will never go away, no matter how clean they are -- briefly stands out on their mirror-dark skin. "Well, not all of us are women," they point out to Sigrun, as a means of deflecting from whatever that reaction was, how strange, how indicative on some level, and they add, "I ain't got papers, either, Calm. But thank you, yeah. There are always oaths."

Dielle says, "I can offer oaths to supply money, and some security. And this space to teach self-defense classes, 'cuz Vorpal does that and I'll be willing to supply the cash to cover their classes. Although I'll likely have to pledge with someone for the money." Again, that odd twist, and then she pulls her legs in to put the flats of her feet together, as tight against herself as possible and then bows down over them in another stretch that rather conveniently hides her face.

"Yeah," Paz says with a brief, quiet laugh after Teagan's first initial words. "I've put myself at similar risk a time or two. It's how I ended up needing to have a lawyer in the first place." She leans up against the wall, crosses her legs at the ankle, and looks casual and relaxed. It doesn't stop her from still having something about her that just seems dangerous. "That is my lawyer's name, too. I didn't know she was in your motley, or even in a motley. She's Winter, so of course she doesn't tell me shit if I don't really have to know." She looks around, shrugs her shoulders, and says, "I have a fair bit of money, but I'm all for pledging to get more. I don't spend much of what I have anyway, but the more of it I have the more good uses I can try to put it to."

"My apologies, Teagan. I meant 'non men'. A bit too accustomed to the polarizations of patriarchy, I'm afraid." Sigrun offers Teagan a tight, contrite smile, but leaves it at that. "Certainly a pledge regarding our desired ends, here, wouldn't go amiss. It could get us the identification we need, and the money too. We really just need to agree on whether or not we're doing solely a womens shelter, or shooting for a more fully functional community center type operation. Shelter, food kitchen, LGBT youth center, the whole nine. I'd be happy to draft up a pledge, have you folks review it for sanity's sake, and then we can all swear it and get to work. My SOLE codition. My ONLY request." And here, Sigrun leans in a bit towards the others more generally, "We put it down in the industrial area, down on the River. In order to send a bit of a message to the aforementioned common experience. That, and honestly that's where it'll be most needed. But. Hey. I'm also a little petty."

With a decidedly unearthly but most definitely beautiful laugh, Calm agrees. "That sounds like Lumi," she says. "I would be in favor of any facility that's going to help fulfill more people's desire for safety, security, guidance, compassion, and so on. It's probably easier to get things started if it's a women's shelter, but I really have no idea what legalities are involved for either. I don't tend to get involved with the bureaucracy that exist now." She looks around the room and says, "I was a nurse of sorts in my mortal life, before I was taken. If I can get an identity through oaths that allows me some leeway to practice medicine, I can help in that way as well."

"Word, word," agrees Teagan to both Dielle and Paz. "Usually I just scrub my face and piss off." Probably they don't mean that they just have a bit of a wash. "But I'm like here, so, like." A pause. So they don't want to totally fuck over their identity. "No worries, Sig. It's my hill to die on, and I'll die on it if I gotta. I get it, I really do." And that seems to be the end of it. They let the comments about Lumi float past, apparently not taking it all in, or perhaps just letting it all flow past. They press their lips together. "Well," the Darkling begins, "Domestic abuse shelters for transgender and non-binary individuals of all genders are severely lacking basically everywhere. So while I see the value in a women's shelter, I also know that like, there isn't really an LGBTQIPA" (for someone who doesn't read, they sure know all the letters, memorization is a thing) "center here, and if we make a women's shelter, it would leave someone like me, if there were a mundane version of me, out in the cold. And given the domestic violence rates that are experienced by transgender and non-monosexual people -- higher than the straights by far, and even higher than gay and lesbian people -- I think we're really missing something important if we just have a women's shelter."

They clear their throat, adding, "I, uh, I was in Los Angeles for a while, when I first really sorted my shit out. And I go back out there every so often to meet with my Bishop. Who... well, actually he's out here at the moment. But. The point is, those are my people too. And ... we get left out. So ... we can't leave them out." Their shoulders hunch a bit, their lips roll in a little bit. And in the end, it's Sigrun's comment about where they put the shelter that makes them smile again. "I'd punch you in the taint if you put it anywhere else, Sig." Isn't that charming.

Dielle says, from her bent over position, "I'm cool with having it just be a "domestic violence shelter," and having it open to everyone. But we're gonna have to have some areas segregated, there'll be people too traumatized to cope with having other genders around." She lifts her head again and says, "It's a concern. But if you're talkin' where I think you're talkin, Sigrun, I'm absolutely down with that."

Vorpal comes in through the double doors from the lobby.

"I have no strong preferences on location, other than to say the more underserved the better." Paz tips her head toward Teagan and tells them, "I hear ya. I'm bi, but aside from alternately being either invisible or scorned for being indecisive or greedy, I pretty much just get assumed to be either straight or lesbian depending on the situation. It also just seems to be more acceptable for women to be gay. I haven't had to live the reality that the even more marginalized and persecuted members of the community have had to, but I absolutely believe it's true, and would like to do what I can to give them a safe place." She thinks about what Dielle said, nods again, and agrees. "Separate areas is important, for sure. Fortunately, I doubt money will be much of an obstacle, so we can afford more expansive facilities."

At the moment, the group is in one of the rooms usually reserved for classes. There's yoga mats on the floor and a big sheet of paper with some rolly chairs on it, and people are casually seated as they wish to be. At least one of them is doing a post-workout stretching thing.

"You'd think that? But statistically speaking, bisexual women are twice as likely as straight or gay women to experience partner violence," Teagan quietly responds to Paz, fiddling the recorder that Sigrun gave them in their hand. "The idea that bisexual people have a lower incidence of partner violence often makes them invisible or discounted when they come to shelters or authorities seeking protection." They're an awful lot more subdued than usual, their face shifting and sliding; Teagan looks actively uncomfortable. Which, in and of itself, is pretty fucking weird. "We'll have to be really sensitive about how we handle gender issues, for sure. Trauma runs every which way in this sort of situation." They're leaning against a wall, sort of off from everyone else, while the group talks. Sigrun has distributed three-ring binders for everyone, which, of course, means that Teagan gets an audio assist so they can 'read' while the others follow along with Sigrun's plans.

Calm glances around the room and seems to be thinking of saying something. It's hard to tell what about her gives off that sense, considering that she's an empty void and it's difficult to read her expressions, but it's there in her posture or something. It almost fades, like she'll hold her tongue, and then something else comes out instead. "There's another member of our community I want to encourage to get involved in this, but I'm going to approach them separately to avoid outing them without asking. I just feel there's a reason they'd have a very personal interest in helping. Or maybe even being helped." She adds the last with a tone of regret, and maybe a little worry, that doesn't often manifest her in usually eponymous tone.

A swath of shadows bathes the room momentarily. Glitch shows up first, hands in pockets, hooded head bent as he enters. The shadows break into a wake around him, darkness parting in a nice neat sphere as he strolls slowly towards the group, glancing at who's there. Behind him enters Vorpal, the source of the crawling shadows. Glitch doesn't interrupt just yet, listening and giving quiet barely-there nods of his chin to most of the room.

"I've never had to live that experience either," Paz admits to Teagan, but not in a lighthearted way. There's an anger that roils behind her eyes at the thought, but who is surprised at anger from a Summer? "I'd like to think that I did a good job of picking partners who weren't assholes, but experience tells me otherwise. It was probably more the fact that they'd be the ones getting their ass kicked if they tried it." She's leaning against a wall too, with her Mask strengthened, wearing yoga pants and a tank top. "Which isn't to say it doesn't happen. I know that I'm an outlier in quite a few respects, and shouldn't assume my personal experiences as a queer person of color are normal. I know they're not."

Dielle really has nothing to add, right now, so she goes back to stretching on the floor. She's clearly not thinking about anything other than making sure she doesn't get muscle cramps tonight.

"Anything we can do to help your friend, Calm, we'll do it. I trust you to deal with that matter with the tact and care it sounds as though it will require. In the meantime, we'll start hammering out a pledge and working on logistics. However, I am leaning in Teagan's direction. Their points are enormously valid, that our focus should be on at risk individuals, not simply women and the politics of who gets to claim woman as a part of their identity. I'd just like to be fully inclusive and trans affirming and deal with individual cases of transphobic folks who nonetheless need our assistance as a deviation from a norm we are actively seeking to build up. I by no means want to turn any victim of abuse away because of their wrongheaded politics, but, as I said. I don't want to normalize that point of view. So thank you, Teagan." Sigrun then looks Paz's way. "Will you please ask Lumi if she will provide legal counsel for us, and perhaps donate her retainer until we can get fully on our feet?" Sigrun then looks to Teagan, "Do you have any contact with centers that are doing now what we're about to try to do here? Any input they could offer to keep us from reinventing the wheel they've crafted would be a huge time saver. I can put my shoulder into the local governmental side of things. Zoning, permits, fundraising. Press and media, that sort of thing. Though, I don't know. Dielle might be better at some of that stuff than me. She's been part of Aspire here for quite a while." Sigrun looks to Dielle with lifted eyebrows. "And I am absolutely talking about where you think I'm talking. I am so fucking talking about that, that I just swore."

The other Shadowsoul in the room tilts their head toward Paz, but apparently doesn't have anything to say in response to what Paz said. Usually Teagan is a mask of implacable calm, but right now? They're moody, fiddling with their recorder, back against the wall, chewing on the inside of their lower lip. Vorpal and Glitch's arrival slides a weak sort of smile across the Mirrorskin's face, and they reach one arm out in the direction of the doorway, a weird sort of half-way gesture; not the usual assertive greeting they're used to getting. "Um. I mean, I do?" they answer Sigrun, "but like most of them are out in LA. But like also? I know a Blackbird Bishop who -- like I said, he's my Bishop. And he was around here, so, like, there's Nat, and then there's also Rook. And I know Rook is good with the kinds of issues we'd be dealing with, because he has fished me out of the situations I get into when I have to lick the inside of a victim's brain for long periods of time." (What does that even mean?)

Vorpal pauses as he follows Glitch in, stopping in his tracks. He looks to Paz and Calm, each in turn, then to the others in the room, slowly scanning past each. After a moment, his mask draws up and hard, enough to lock out his personal, divinely Sublime presence from the room. IT's never so clear just how much that dwarfs his rather wanting personal presence as when one watches the God of the Hunt become some skinny, scrawny, scarred kid. "If it helps, I know some cops. The can probably hook me up with the contacts to reach the shelters they use, see if they can't offer advice on how to get started." He moves over towards Teagan when requested via weak-ass grabbyhands, settling in at their side. "I dunno much about the ins and outs of abuse, but I dealt with years of them getting dumped into my corner of the Realm, and anything I can do to give anyone and everyone a place away from -that- sort is something I can get behind."

GAME: Vorpal spends 2 Glamour

Glitch wanders over to Teagan on the other side from Vorpal to offer a tiny snug, the faintest of "bwip"s heard when he does it, contact with the shadowsoul apparently including sound effects now. He looks over to Sigrun, but given the literally heated nature of the conversation, he decides to wait before approaching them. Paz gets a bit more of a stare than before, perhaps due to her Mask, head tilting. It's possible he might not even recognize her entirely.

Upon hearing her name, Dielle looks up and gapes at Sigrun for a moment, and then grins as the light bulb belatedly goes off. That took a bit, too. "Good. Because it's better than firebombing those fucks. More proactive, too. Although, I kinda fucking hate that word. Hey, Vorpal, Glitch."

Paz's voice is probably the easiest way for someone who has heard her to realize who she is, when her Mask is strengthened. It doesn't sound like sandpaper, but there's still a rasp to it, and the same North Philly Puerto Rican accent to it. "I can reach out to ask a few people too, but I don't personally know anyone who was that deeply involved with running things at any shelters like that." She nods to Glitch and Vorpal. "At least it seems like there's no shortage of support for this plan."

"Hey, Dielle," responds Johnny, flashing a grin her way. Doesn't quite carry the weighty impact of the disembodied smile of a god, mind, but it's friendly, at least! He rests against the wall, one arm raising to drape over Teagan's shoulders while the discussion continues. Sigrun, too, gets a smile in greeting, now that he's settled and Masked. Paz is passingly familiar, once she starts speaking, and gets a nod, but Calm is a complete and total stranger, and- once a natural lull in the back and forth arises- he offers her way, "I don't believe we've met. I'm Vorpal. Could I have your name?"

"Sounds like we have a plan for a plan, then," Sigrun says with a quiet chuckle, "and are agreed on at least where to start moving forward. Names, and things, they can wait. But I think we have an idea of where we'd like to go. So. Thanks for meeting on short notice." Sigrun scribbles a few final notes in her own three ring binder, then stuffs it back into her backpack. "I've got a lot on my plate now, all of a sudden. Which is an awesome problem to have! Gives me a lot of hope, yanno?" Sigrun gives both Glitch and Vorpal a pleased smile, happy to see them, but continues packing up what few things she'd brought.

Calm, from where she's sitting cross-legged on the floor, quietly listens to the things everyone else is saying, right up until Vorpal addresses her. Her eyes, if the slowly turning nebulae floating in an empty void can be called eyes, turn toward him, and she speaks in an ethereal voice that sounds like someone passed it through way too many filters to produce something for some sci-fi movie. It also doesn't sound like it comes from any specific place inside of her, just from everywhere in the void at once. "I'm Vizier Calm of the Emerald Court," she answers. "As well as the motley called Aventure Time!" She gives the motley name enough gravitas and emphasis to make the exclamation point audible. "And you are?" It's asked with curiosity, not challenge. "It does sound like we have a lot to do," she agrees with Sigrun.

Paz pushes off of the wall and heads over to where she threw her jacket over a chair, and as she moves away and turns her back to the group the scars on her back become visible again. They're massive, covering much of the area over her shoulder blades and disappearing under the back of her tank top, symmetrically on both sides. "I should get going. I'm excited about this project, though. This shit's important, and maybe we can actually do something to improve the community through the resources we have available and most people don't."

"Advancement through spite is one of my favorite emotions," admits Teagan, leaning in to the arm that the whipcord-thin Wizened Shadowsoul loops around their shoulders. Their other hand takes one of Glitch's, and they tuck their lecture recorder (it's theirs now, Sigrun gave it to them, even if she didn't know it) and their binder up close to themselves. "Very little is better than making the world more awesome by being fucking pissy." After a pause, they add, looking aside at Vorpal, "Hey, guess what. You get to call me 'Recruit' for the next month." That would normally be a joke from them, but their expression is kind of flat right now. "Um. We should probably peel out at some point too. There's stuff Sig and I were talking about, that like. Should go to Downtime." Whatever that means. "But like, this is a good plan, or a plan to hae a plan." They clear their throat, adding, "You guys are great. Thank you."

"Vizier Calm- a pleasure. I am currently being Johnny Drexel, one of Aspire Arena's proprietor, teacher of free self defense courses, and scartist of some small renown," explains Johnny, when prompted for a more thorough introduction. "When I'm not being Johnny? I'm Vorpal, God of the Hunt, Lieutenant of the Harvestmen under our fine Captain here," he gestures to Dielle wth a grin, "Fate's Harvest's Agent of Awakening, Templat of the Bloody Rose to the Auroral Court, and-"And here Vorpal sweeps a bow that belies his too-thin frame, exhibiting untold elegance. "- your everyday run of the mill Greenie. A pleasure, Vizier."

He looks to Teagan and nods. "I'm fine with taking off. Just stopped by to see what had several of my favorite folks in the same spot. We can go when Sig's ready to jet."