[hr][center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjEwNi5kYWE1MjAuVTNWc2JIa2dUV05RYUdWeWMyOXUuMA,,/roughsketch.regular.webp[/img][img]https://i.imgur.com/xHVRvPV.png[/img] [/center] [right][b]Interactions:[/b] Leon [@AtomicEmperor] Linqian [@Fernstone] Drake [@Shin Ghost Note] Luna [@Estylwen] [code]The House on the Hill [/code][/right][hr] Sully’s smile sank as Anya shut down the idea of him getting the book from the dreams. Maybe she didn’t get the whole “Chosen One” thing was just a bit he was rolling with? Obviously, Sully wasn’t predestined to have the book, just like how it was dumb luck and not divine intervention that made him find the Chalice on the beach so many years ago. Still, it just felt like if they were all experiencing the same dream that there had to be some major significance to all of it that people smarter than he should be exploring. Sully was about to open his mouth to make that point when Leon chimed in. [color=C67C12]"Oh, Sully! Bro, is one of those filled with JD? Jesus, watch where you're squirtin' your loads Brother, we're tryn'a have a private thing for a second."[/color] [color=goldenrod]“Hell yeah there is! Two, actually. Anyway, my bad bro you know how volatile these thingies are,”[/color] said Sully, waving around the cheap, hard plastic squirtgun. [color=goldenrod]“Sometimes you just gotta pull the trigger and pray that it doesn’t spray back in your eyes.”[/color] Jack was talking up a storm, but Sully got so distracted by the new arrivals that he completely missed the conversation steering in the direction of the dreams that he’d been meaning to outsource for analysis. He gave Linqian a mock look of horror on her rightful comments on his stupid little get up, but if he figured he was going to go for the bit he might as well commit. Unable to get a word in edgewise due to the impenetrable wall of sound that Jack was producing, Sully pulled one squirt gun free from his DIY bandolier and waved it in the air. He mouthed “gay spit”, as it would burn Emily twice as badly as lava while not melting through the dollar store squirtgun. Sully started to dip back into Jack’s filibuster, almost about to chime in that they were about to get a bunch of power and resources in the form of Greenwood, but his eyes glazed over at the mention of pocket realities. His attention was yet again pulled away by Drake and Luna reigniting their feud from the other day. Sully moved closer to the two, ready to come to Luna’s defense as he had been under the impression that she had just desperately wanted to be back with her homies, but faltered as she took the opportunity to arrogantly snipe at Drake instead of just appreciating being back in with the crew. The word “useless” pierced through Drake and hit Sully in the chest. Sully’s mouth hung open, his eyes expressing hurt at the realization that perhaps he had been tricked. He put his arm out in front of Drake, as if to hold him back. However, Sully didn’t end up giving Drake the ol’ bog standard, cliched, “she ain’t worth it'' speech. Instead, he stepped in front of his buddy and followed after Luna with a [color=goldenrod]“Hey. Hey!”[/color] Sully moved quickly for a man his size, even hitting a solid spin move to avoid getting smashed by a floating hors d’oeuvres tray made out of concrete that had nearly blindsided him. He made it to the exit in time to grab Luna by the shoulder. It wasn’t precisely rough, but it lacked his usual gentleness as he turned her to look at him. During the same motion, Sully snapped off his stupid little cowboy hat and tossed it, the hat bouncing off of the beer tap he was hanging for and rolling behind the bar. [color=goldenrod]“Hey, what the hell was that, man?”[/color] said Sully. He attempted to keep his voice down, but it still carried given how heated Luna had made him. [color=goldenrod]“I thought you wanted to be back with the group and the first thing you do is insult Drake? Do you have any idea what he’s gone through? We’re all supposed to be working together, not putting each other down.”[/color] Sully glanced towards Todd as he arrived, his eyes narrowing as Bé followed shortly behind, but he forced his focus back on to Luna. [color=goldenrod]“If you really want to be a part of this team you’re going to go back and apologize to him for what you said.”[/color] [hr][center][img]https://txt.1001fonts.net/img/txt/b3RmLjEwNi43NjY3NjcuVTJ4dllXNWxJRVpoY21sei4w/bachelorette.regular.webp[/img] [img]https://i.imgur.com/r7scdkh.png[/img] [/center] [right][b]Interactions:[/b] Kenshiro [@AtomicEmperor] Luca [@Fernstone] Lynn [@NoriWasHere] Nora [@Blizz] Layla [@Estylwen] Bé [@Aeolian] [code]The House on the Hill[/code][/right][hr] [color=f49ac2]"Oh, my fellow thief! Glad to see that dour expression is still stuck to your face after getting bug-zapped outside a Dairy Queen."[/color] Sloane didn’t look towards Greyson and hoped that he wouldn’t notice the shifting of her jaw as it clenched together so tight that her teeth would have turned into diamonds given enough time. There was one terrifying moment where Sloane thought Greyson was actually aware of her prior skullduggery before realizing that he was referring to their similar means of excommunication from the first iteration of Sycamore. If that were the case he was utterly wrong: she wasn’t a thief then. A curtain of hair blocked her face from view as she looked down at her notebook, the Quill still automatically detailing the meeting as she tried to push down her bubbling anger and embarrassment at the idea that the assault against her was now being used as a punchline. She crumpled her Channeler in her hand. It was wild to think that until this moment she had wanted to offer Greyson an apology for chiding him at the first meeting. She listened to his plan in a silent fury. She dismissed it immediately as being stupid and ill-advised, took a deep breath while counting in her head to four, exhaled, and refocused. She tucked her hair behind her ear so she could see the group out of the corner of her eyes and smoothed her Channeler back by pressing it against the table. Greyson’s idea wasn’t so much a plan as it was a delaying tactic, albeit a good one. She turned her attention to Ken and Luca, letting go of the Quill which kept writing even without her hand on it. [color=6B8E23]”You can if you want to. I don’t mind. I’ll take on the responsibility for all the other 8th members I don’t believe should.”[/color] [color=silver]“I’d mind,”[/color] said Sloane firmly. So much for getting work on the Chalice done. She shifted her chair so that she could easily grab the Chrysalis Staff. She highly doubted Kenshiro would actually take Luca up on his offer to be held responsible for the crimes of 8th Street, especially in a room full of other people, but that wasn’t what made Sloane speak up in his defense. Sloane wasn’t going to allow Luca to scapegoat himself while the real person responsible for 8th Street had just entered the room—and it wasn’t Lynette, as surprising as it was to see one of their former leaders just walk in. No, the one responsible was waving a sword around like an idiot. Sloane resisted the urge to glance in Britney’s direction, instead keeping one eye on Ken while listening to Jack ramble. She reached back and flipped the page on her notebook, knowing that she would run out of space otherwise. The dreams were vexing, but given that Sloane knew someone with dream magic it wasn’t a fair jump to make that it all could be crafted by a Lux user trying to distract them or use them. Obviously, Anya would never do such a thing, but it would be foolish to believe others would not. Sloane nodded her head in agreement with Jack that they shouldn’t pursue anything related to the dreams at the moment. Her nodding stopped the second Jack mentioned that he planned to travel to another reality with Kenshiro. No, that was fucking stupid, they needed them here. And what if something went wrong? While Sloane had next to no knowledge on Lila’s situation, Luca had told her about what was going on with the Rot. The Apparition Killer had failed to work on it, so it made it difficult to believe that the Brass Needle would be any different. Plus, without the Rot—Luca chimed in, making the point for Sloane. Sloane leaned forward and propper a hand under her chin. If they were also able to find abstraction granting artifacts for Luca and Lila, however now wasn’t the time to tread down this path. Leaving their reality was a bad idea. It was just like how Lynn had tried to convince her the other day about taking an excursion into the Pit. [color=F08080]“Speaking of journeys…”[/color] Sloane facepalmed as Lynn presented her idea about going into the Pit with the group. For once Sloane was thankful that Britney had shown up to a meeting given how quickly she was to shut the insane idea down. Sloane was even able to bite her tongue and resist the urge to one-up Britney. They had seen in the shared dream that the High Priestess could make a portal capable of getting them out of the Pit, but Sloane did not want to give anyone in the group any more bad ideas than the ones they were already having. [color=silver]“It seems like we’re getting ahead of ourselves, because the moment Greenwood arrives all of these plans could become moot points. Massively ahead of ourselves, in some regards,”[/color] said Sloane, standing to be better heard as she glanced towards Lynn. [color=silver]“Plus, like Britney said and you had discussed with me the other day, we could always just have somebody else make us a Wayfinder.”[/color] [color=silver]“Nora, we’d like to commission a device that is capable of locating people and artifacts. Handheld, preferably, and put to the top of the queue. I imagine the whole group is in agreement that this is more important than a really long metal stick and a…”[/color] Sloane glanced down at her notes. [color=silver]“...an alarmingly sinister device designed for the torture and enslavement of Appar…"[/color] [color=silver][sup][i]"...Layla, what the fuck…[/i][/sup]”[/color] Dumbstruck, Sloane turned towards Layla but stopped as someone even more unexpected than Lynette entered the room. [color=silver]“Bé?[/color]