10-08-2013, 09:53 PM
Sera, see, she finishes that beer pretty quickly while waiting for the other mages to filter into the rec room. Sliiiiides off the spine of the couch, where she sits, and wanders back to the kitchen to drop the bottle in the recycling bin and grab another, a pumpkin ale this time. And what the fuck probably a bottle of whiskey as well. Tequila doesn't seem like it'd go with pumpkin fucking ale does it, even with a chaser. Two completely difference aesthetics.
The heavy leather jacket hangs open to frame the slices of denim / skin / leather / skin defined by her revealing clothing and she wanders back into the room with a sort of hip-slung gait. She retakes her position - yes, like a gargoyle - on the spine of the couch, but this time has the grace to kick off her heels. She does not have the grace to put them away properly, so they are just laying there on the floor, all akimbo.
Sera chats with Sid, telling some involved story that includes a pizza delivery guy, three guinea pigs, and possibly Pike's Peak or bowling, it is hard to say. When Shoshannah comes in Sera asks if she did the decorations outside. When this is affirmed, "Cool." More folks enter. Arrange themselves and then rearrange themselves. The Hermetics or at least one endenger Sid's retreat to the corner by Shoshannah, and Lena and Grace and Whitney all follow to cluster around around them.
Lena gets a lift of Sera's beer and Grace gets a great big grin and a reach of Sera's wiggling fingers all let-me-ruffle-your hair. Sera raises her (second) beer (of the meeting, not the afternoon) in greeting to Whitney, too, another arc of surprise at the revelation of her Tradition, but that's really all.
Garrett gets a look and a look around the room and a look-back and then a quick, ironic smirk-of-a-grin. Her own straight brows spike into twin arcs, or rather will spike into twin arcs, when Garrett introduces himself to the group with all those Hermetic honorifics. She manages to contain
The Many Hermetics (well just the two, strangers both and then Kalen) are a surprise and when Trent comes up to Sera to introduce himself she does take his hand. Shifts her beer from right to left and wipes away the condensation on her thigh and reaches up to shake. Another ironic little half-smile twists her mouth as he introduces himself.
"Serafíne," she says, not to the room-at-large but directly to Trent. "Call-me-Sera. Slytherin."
To Táltos, a sweep of the whiskey bottle by way of offering.
To Kalen, the quick flash of a peace sign, which reveals the tattoo on her left hand. The blades of a pair of scissors on index and middle fingers, the handles on her palm, one of the loops of the handles turning into a shark. As scissor-handles do, no doubt at least on some planet far stranger than this one.
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In all honesty, there is a bit more of this fucking sitting around. Milling about. There is some background coughing, the sort that happens during the interstitial period between the chaos of the orchestra tuning and the moment the concertmaster steps in to tame them. Everyone's trying to get it out of the way before the conductor gets on stage.
Sera is pretty much thinking that someone should start this fucking thing already it is so fucking boring and then she's gradually realizing that no one's starting this thing and she realizes with a sort of dawning horror that fuck, maybe she's going to have to start this thing.
And it is a kind of horror, and not because she is scared of public speaking (ha ha ha ha ha) but more that organization is not her fucking thing. Ask anyone who has been in her bedroom and stumbled over the chainsaw carving of a frog on his or her way to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
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"So." Finally, and the thing is when Sera wants to be heard, she will be heard. "We're here to talk about that fucking movie, and where it is, and shit. And who's gonna get it back. And I guess anything else anybody wants to fucking talk about.
"Joseph Keller took it out of the theater, called his partners afterward and headed off. Jim and Sid and I met with his partners and got the address of his place in the mountains. That's where we figure he headed."
The heavy leather jacket hangs open to frame the slices of denim / skin / leather / skin defined by her revealing clothing and she wanders back into the room with a sort of hip-slung gait. She retakes her position - yes, like a gargoyle - on the spine of the couch, but this time has the grace to kick off her heels. She does not have the grace to put them away properly, so they are just laying there on the floor, all akimbo.
Sera chats with Sid, telling some involved story that includes a pizza delivery guy, three guinea pigs, and possibly Pike's Peak or bowling, it is hard to say. When Shoshannah comes in Sera asks if she did the decorations outside. When this is affirmed, "Cool." More folks enter. Arrange themselves and then rearrange themselves. The Hermetics or at least one endenger Sid's retreat to the corner by Shoshannah, and Lena and Grace and Whitney all follow to cluster around around them.
Lena gets a lift of Sera's beer and Grace gets a great big grin and a reach of Sera's wiggling fingers all let-me-ruffle-your hair. Sera raises her (second) beer (of the meeting, not the afternoon) in greeting to Whitney, too, another arc of surprise at the revelation of her Tradition, but that's really all.
Garrett gets a look and a look around the room and a look-back and then a quick, ironic smirk-of-a-grin. Her own straight brows spike into twin arcs, or rather will spike into twin arcs, when Garrett introduces himself to the group with all those Hermetic honorifics. She manages to contain
The Many Hermetics (well just the two, strangers both and then Kalen) are a surprise and when Trent comes up to Sera to introduce himself she does take his hand. Shifts her beer from right to left and wipes away the condensation on her thigh and reaches up to shake. Another ironic little half-smile twists her mouth as he introduces himself.
"Serafíne," she says, not to the room-at-large but directly to Trent. "Call-me-Sera. Slytherin."
To Táltos, a sweep of the whiskey bottle by way of offering.
To Kalen, the quick flash of a peace sign, which reveals the tattoo on her left hand. The blades of a pair of scissors on index and middle fingers, the handles on her palm, one of the loops of the handles turning into a shark. As scissor-handles do, no doubt at least on some planet far stranger than this one.
--
In all honesty, there is a bit more of this fucking sitting around. Milling about. There is some background coughing, the sort that happens during the interstitial period between the chaos of the orchestra tuning and the moment the concertmaster steps in to tame them. Everyone's trying to get it out of the way before the conductor gets on stage.
Sera is pretty much thinking that someone should start this fucking thing already it is so fucking boring and then she's gradually realizing that no one's starting this thing and she realizes with a sort of dawning horror that fuck, maybe she's going to have to start this thing.
And it is a kind of horror, and not because she is scared of public speaking (ha ha ha ha ha) but more that organization is not her fucking thing. Ask anyone who has been in her bedroom and stumbled over the chainsaw carving of a frog on his or her way to the bathroom in the middle of the night.
---
"So." Finally, and the thing is when Sera wants to be heard, she will be heard. "We're here to talk about that fucking movie, and where it is, and shit. And who's gonna get it back. And I guess anything else anybody wants to fucking talk about.
"Joseph Keller took it out of the theater, called his partners afterward and headed off. Jim and Sid and I met with his partners and got the address of his place in the mountains. That's where we figure he headed."
But my heart is wild and my bones are steel
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula
And I could kill you with my bare hands if I was free.
- Phosphorescent, Song for Zula