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[wynn]

WHO || Wynn, Francesca, Lydia, Will, Cora, Sam, Dean, Helen, Tia, Val'drin, Sydney, Carol, Archer, Faith, Fiona, Rose, Eric, Lila, Sark  [Closed]
WHAT || Heartless Mission Briefing
WHERE || Knights HQ, the briefing room
WHEN || Feb 26th, shortly before 4pm [back dated]
HOW || Actionspam. Single thread, don't worry about maintaining tagging order.

Instead of being directed to come to the Round Table, this group is instructed to meet at the downtown London Headquarters, told that this meeting has to do with the Children of Chaos, and that while only Francesca, Lydia, Will, Cora, Sam, and Sydney will be going into the field, Wynn would like input from everyone who has interacted with the cult in the past couple years.

For those who haven't yet been there, the main lobby area boasts an impressive silver dragon statue, about seven feet tall, immediately to the right of the entrance. The room is done in comforting wood and mahogany tones, and there's an array of tables and chairs across the room to the right, as well as a small piano. Statues of King Arthur and Lancelot flank the hallway that continues straight beyond the lobby, and there's a staircase leading up, with wooden dragon-shaped banisters, immediately beyond the bathroom door to the right.

On the left are two doors, and one of them leads into a room which also has a small reception window open, where they are received Between the doors hangs an ornate blue and silver tapestry with even more dragon imagery. It is an exercise in subtlety all around.

The woman working reception directs them each to head up the steps to the third floor, head to the end of the hall and take a right to the holo-room.

Yeah, that's right. They have a holo-room.

Walking in, it's possible to find Wynn standing over the much smaller holographic table, Tia, Eric, Faith, and Val'drin already in attendance.  

On the table sit two idols: both carved from hardwood, stained a deep, rich shade of brown.  Both are approximately 8 inches tall and 5 inches around at the thickest point, depicting a naked men standing with their arms at their sides.  One is emaciated and the other is obese.  Their faces are either horribly disfigured, or they're wearing masks.

There's someone else in attendance as well...

Comments

[mydesigns]

[lemon goes over to see cora and receive pets. friend!! MEANWHILE WILL IS STILL STARING BC HE WAS THE ONE WHO WAS STARING, CHRIS.]

[certainproclivity]

[STARES BACK.] I will admit I was expecting something quite different than this.

[which is a really super polite way of saying "what the fuck"]

[immuno]

And we'll admit that no one asked you.

[ :) ]

[bittersweeter]

At least the dog has a name. [ she's gonna share in cora's petting duties, especially when the dog starts sniffing at her coat. dog pls. they're cat treats in there. ]

[certainproclivity]

Most dogs do. [He halfway smirks, like this is some adorable personal joke to only him. He's a shithead.]

[bittersweeter]

Makes me wonder why you don't. [ speaking of dogs. ]

[mydesigns]

It's Lemon. [jsyk. once sark stares back at him tho he diverts his eyes somewhere else (still ... sark-centric, like his shoulder or something) because what if they accidentally eye contact????]

[certainproclivity]

[he flicks his gaze over them and then towards the door, mulling something over, before finally saying:] Sark.

[bittersweeter]

Privyet. [ is she gonna be a brat and not introduce herself out of spite? maybe. or not. ] Lila.

[airforceful]

Carol. [She looks Sark over.] What do you have to do with all of this?

[certainproclivity]

Zdravstvujtye. [almost idly, as if he's accustomed to greeting people in their native tongue.

He turns back to Carol and glances at the door. He was expecting a larger group, okay.] I would prefer to wait until everyone has arrived, if you can stand the mystery a bit longer.

[bittersweeter]

[ squints at the return volley of russian. hmmm. ]

[mydesigns]

Will. [just so u know.]

[isisagent]

[Archer stumbles in late, reeking of Whiskey, and he stops and glares at the pair of statues.]

Oh, this is just what hungover Archer needed - Creepy murder statues. Oh, and a dog. Hooray for that.

[He unceremoniously situates himself in a chair.]

[mydesigns]

[lemon takes a break from receiving love and affection from teenage girls to make a small barking noise at archer like hey fuck you too buddy.]

Lemon, no.

[impetere]

[Cora's attention is drawn from Lemon by that as well, and while she's not surprised, because it's Archer, she's also not amused either. So there is a nice narrow-eyed look at that. Leave Lemon alone, Archer.]

[certainproclivity]

[Sark tilts his head in Wynn's general direction and just.... slow blinks for a second, and then he addresses Val'drin, because he seems like the sort of person who'd know.] I don't suppose you keep any wine on hand in this building? Or a decent bubbly, for that matter.

[littledhampir]

[At least not the last to arrive, Rose wanders in just after Archer, danish in hand, eyeing 'Bruce' like bitch, I am not sharing this with you, you already ate your way through thanksgiving.]

I take it he's new... [Thrown in Sam's direction on the back of Sark's query as she folds herself into a chair.

Have you met half the Knights? She knows at least Archer has one hip flask on his person right now.]

[familybusiness]

[There's a brief quirk of his mouth at Rose. Too true, Rose. Too true.]

Yup.

[And then a query, in classic Winchester form.]

Where's Dean?

[/coughspeakingofalcoholcough]

[likedillinger]

Right behind you. [ in fact, he's just gonna smack sam lovingly upside the back of the head as he walks by to drive that home. ] "Where's Dean". You think I'm gonna miss this?

[valdrin]

[ to sark: ] We tend to keep some on hand for special occasions. I suppose time will reveal if this is one such.

[superswank]

[ sydney bristow is the next one through the door, and she's distracted from even so much as noticing sark initially by dean's casual violence drawing her eye. ] Glad to see we're all getting along already.

[familybusiness]

[Outwardly, Sam gives Dean an irritated look, but internally it's...something else.

Hey, Sam will take anything that feels normal, okay.]

Well, I'd hope not.

[certainproclivity]

[Oh, but Sark notices Sydney. There's the first flicker of actual emotion in his eyes as he watches her walk in- for all purposes looking like perhaps he's seen a ghost. He finally stands, eyes never leaving her face.

When he speaks, he manages to shake off his initial surprise, voice cool and complacent as its been since he first started speaking.] Agent Bristow. I might have guessed if you found your way to this side of the Veil, I'd find you with this lot.

[immuno]

[ Lydia sits forward because Sydney is relevant to her interests. ]

You two know each other?

[ She looks at Sydney to answer that, btw. Not Sark. Men don't get opinions. ]