02-17-2016, 05:46 PM
( So we worked on this a little in chat but not by much-- until we can schedule things out to continue in chat, here's the transcript from what we did chip out )
Margot
A wine glass waggled between the two of them and a perk of eyebrows invited the apprentices to tell the story of how they met their mentor. You two wanna tell it or should I?
After a quick glance between Ned and the Doc, Margot spoke up to bite the bullet of attention for her anxious friend.
"Well Ned and I are both pretty new to this. We just figured out how to sense the resonances of others like us. I was at work and Ned came in to my shop and--" She paused because she hadn't yet thought of a way to describe the impact of Ned's resonance without it sounding painfully shmaltzy. Everything boiled down to some approximation of having your breath taken away.
"Well, you know." She waved a hand to get through that part and continued on. "We hadn't really met many Others before so we exchanged numbers. Few days later Ned calls me saying he'd found somebody else, and we went to the hospital and found The Doc."
She stopped there for a short length of time, like that was the end of the story and it should be as simple as that. Soon blushed just a little and wrapped it up more appropriately.
"He figured out pretty easily that we're new and offered to show us the ropes while we get things sorted."
N. Hyde
Nick wanders along with the rest of them into the dining room. The word wanders is especially appropriate here; the Chakravanti gives the impression of someone who might just linger by himself or flit along to anywhere in the house were it not for the saving grace of herd mentality. He is paying attention to the conversation, yes, but also to little details in the environment: whatever Sepulveda has chosen to hang up on his walls, whether doors to other rooms in the house are closed, objects of interest that may happen to be lying about.
The dining room seems to have been designed to suit modern tastes. He does not yet know Sepulveda well, and it does not clash with any preconceived expectations he has; it just is.
Nick takes one of the seats. A glass of wine somehow appeared in one of his hands; he looks at it as though he doesn't really remember having picked it up (he doesn't.) It is more clear that he is focused on what Margot is saying, now. We hadn't met many Others before -
Yes. He remembers that. But he waits until she finishes, gently swirling his wine in its glass and taking the first sip from it before he says anything.
"You must both have a lot of questions, still."
Margot
The room felt oddly still, and perhaps this was nudged along by the overall resonance banging around in the room together (Pen a different kind of force altogether, though). But, in truth, everybody else was quiet and looking at her and waiting for her to talk. She'd already agreed to step up to the plate and serve as the mouthpiece for The Apprentices, so there was no backing down now.
The little witch's eyes turned to Nick and she pressed her lips into an ironic twist of a grin.
"So many that I haven't even narrowed down all the groups of questions that I'm wanting to ask yet. I'm not a philosophy student, but all I ever think or worry or work for now has to do with the Meaning of Existance, so to speak. That question's so absurdly huge that I'm still breaking it down into smaller questions to start."
N. Hyde
Nick, now that he is seated, typifies a sort of casual languor, one leg stretched out in front of him under the table. He is slouched slightly to the side, resting his chin on his thumb; two fingers curve around in front of his mouth as he listens, muddling whatever expression might have been there. Her ironic grin seems to have pulled at the corners of his eyes and mouth though, a mirroring of sorts.
His hand falls slightly to the side as he straightens himself just slightly to reply. "I don't think that's uncommon, early on. So have your smaller questions gotten answered? Not," he is still amused, if sympathetic, "to put you on the spot. I just find it interesting how early experiences differ so greatly."
He has set his wine glass back on the table. There is a brief glance toward the other three, mainly to ensure that they haven't been lost, and that Ned hasn't grown too uncomfortable with the topic.
P. Mercury
"I believe both Nicholas and I took time to find our Traditions," Pen says, and she doesn't look at Nicholas when she says that. The Hermetic's attention, once everybody's arrayed themselves around the table, is rather firmly on those she's come to visit (Visitation), which does not exclude Ned or Andrés. Thoughtfully responsive, see, and it seems like this is going to be the kind of dinner party where everybody listens and is engaged in the same topic.
"I know I, at least, had no one at all in the beginning; and after the beginning there was no one I would listen to."
Then an up-tilt of her chin, like: back to you, Margot (or Ned, who her glance snags on on its way to Andrés), tell us about the small questions.
Sepúlveda
Not to put you on the spot.
Sepúlveda grits his teeth to keep his knee-jerk reaction from leaving his mouth. Amusement in it. Takes a glug of wine to further stopper his speech. Then Pen is speaking of hers and Nicholas's.
"Iona found me," he says. "Before I had enrolled in the university. Based on my, eh... extracurriculars. Slipped me the Kitab al-Alacir." A beat. He isn't telling them plenty. "I am trying to answer their smaller questions, but, eh..."
Wine. Shit. He needs a refill. Time to disappear.
Margot
A wine glass waggled between the two of them and a perk of eyebrows invited the apprentices to tell the story of how they met their mentor. You two wanna tell it or should I?
After a quick glance between Ned and the Doc, Margot spoke up to bite the bullet of attention for her anxious friend.
"Well Ned and I are both pretty new to this. We just figured out how to sense the resonances of others like us. I was at work and Ned came in to my shop and--" She paused because she hadn't yet thought of a way to describe the impact of Ned's resonance without it sounding painfully shmaltzy. Everything boiled down to some approximation of having your breath taken away.
"Well, you know." She waved a hand to get through that part and continued on. "We hadn't really met many Others before so we exchanged numbers. Few days later Ned calls me saying he'd found somebody else, and we went to the hospital and found The Doc."
She stopped there for a short length of time, like that was the end of the story and it should be as simple as that. Soon blushed just a little and wrapped it up more appropriately.
"He figured out pretty easily that we're new and offered to show us the ropes while we get things sorted."
N. Hyde
Nick wanders along with the rest of them into the dining room. The word wanders is especially appropriate here; the Chakravanti gives the impression of someone who might just linger by himself or flit along to anywhere in the house were it not for the saving grace of herd mentality. He is paying attention to the conversation, yes, but also to little details in the environment: whatever Sepulveda has chosen to hang up on his walls, whether doors to other rooms in the house are closed, objects of interest that may happen to be lying about.
The dining room seems to have been designed to suit modern tastes. He does not yet know Sepulveda well, and it does not clash with any preconceived expectations he has; it just is.
Nick takes one of the seats. A glass of wine somehow appeared in one of his hands; he looks at it as though he doesn't really remember having picked it up (he doesn't.) It is more clear that he is focused on what Margot is saying, now. We hadn't met many Others before -
Yes. He remembers that. But he waits until she finishes, gently swirling his wine in its glass and taking the first sip from it before he says anything.
"You must both have a lot of questions, still."
Margot
The room felt oddly still, and perhaps this was nudged along by the overall resonance banging around in the room together (Pen a different kind of force altogether, though). But, in truth, everybody else was quiet and looking at her and waiting for her to talk. She'd already agreed to step up to the plate and serve as the mouthpiece for The Apprentices, so there was no backing down now.
The little witch's eyes turned to Nick and she pressed her lips into an ironic twist of a grin.
"So many that I haven't even narrowed down all the groups of questions that I'm wanting to ask yet. I'm not a philosophy student, but all I ever think or worry or work for now has to do with the Meaning of Existance, so to speak. That question's so absurdly huge that I'm still breaking it down into smaller questions to start."
N. Hyde
Nick, now that he is seated, typifies a sort of casual languor, one leg stretched out in front of him under the table. He is slouched slightly to the side, resting his chin on his thumb; two fingers curve around in front of his mouth as he listens, muddling whatever expression might have been there. Her ironic grin seems to have pulled at the corners of his eyes and mouth though, a mirroring of sorts.
His hand falls slightly to the side as he straightens himself just slightly to reply. "I don't think that's uncommon, early on. So have your smaller questions gotten answered? Not," he is still amused, if sympathetic, "to put you on the spot. I just find it interesting how early experiences differ so greatly."
He has set his wine glass back on the table. There is a brief glance toward the other three, mainly to ensure that they haven't been lost, and that Ned hasn't grown too uncomfortable with the topic.
P. Mercury
"I believe both Nicholas and I took time to find our Traditions," Pen says, and she doesn't look at Nicholas when she says that. The Hermetic's attention, once everybody's arrayed themselves around the table, is rather firmly on those she's come to visit (Visitation), which does not exclude Ned or Andrés. Thoughtfully responsive, see, and it seems like this is going to be the kind of dinner party where everybody listens and is engaged in the same topic.
"I know I, at least, had no one at all in the beginning; and after the beginning there was no one I would listen to."
Then an up-tilt of her chin, like: back to you, Margot (or Ned, who her glance snags on on its way to Andrés), tell us about the small questions.
Sepúlveda
Not to put you on the spot.
Sepúlveda grits his teeth to keep his knee-jerk reaction from leaving his mouth. Amusement in it. Takes a glug of wine to further stopper his speech. Then Pen is speaking of hers and Nicholas's.
"Iona found me," he says. "Before I had enrolled in the university. Based on my, eh... extracurriculars. Slipped me the Kitab al-Alacir." A beat. He isn't telling them plenty. "I am trying to answer their smaller questions, but, eh..."
Wine. Shit. He needs a refill. Time to disappear.