[open] pre-gaming, the dignitary variety

[freeing]

Who: Anyone invested in the Dorchacht Dilemma or planning to visit Dorchacht through the event.
When: Septeril 1st, late evening
Where: The Sly Seadog
What: Planning
Warnings: Who the eff knows



[ It was getting late in the evening, but it was crucial to meet up. Daenerys – with the help of some more technologically savvy people – offered invitations to anyone who seemed interested in the affair with Dorchacht.

They meet at the Sly Seadog: a run-down little dive of a tavern, found along a narrow back-alley in the harbour, frequented by sailors, welcoming to Monsters and humans alike. The crowd is dense for this early in the "night", but still a few drunkards pawning off their last bit of money for a little bit more booze.

It was not up to a standard she would prefer, but it's something and it's relatively quiet. Three long tables can fit enough people for their meeting – and there's some standing room at the bar. Time to get down to business, right?

Feel free to top level, make points, argue, etc. ]

Comments

[fiddlestick]

Yeah. We're not going to sway everyone in one visit, but it'll make people think at least.

[He bites his lip] Something tells me anyone who goes would be under a strict watch. If only we could get some people to get around the city without the attention of the Coven...

[hippocarnival]

Like spies? [He quirks a brow.] I guess they won't let just anyone come in, especially now.

[fiddlestick]

Well...spies are one way to put it.

I just know we need information to make the right choice of action. And we can't trust the Covens to provide us with everything we need to know.

[hippocarnival]

Not even Aefenglom's? [Yuya quirks a brow.] I don't think they'd try and let us be hurt... they don't even understand what's going on with us, right?

[He gestures between them.] Like why we're here, or how.

[fiddlestick]

Yeah, sorry, but I'm afraid so. [Which he knows sounds bad] I don't think they're evil, but they have their own people to look after that come first. And that's not the natives of Aefenglom...not us.

We have to be aware of that.

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya worries over his lip.] They could have done a lot less for us than they have, right? As long as we're not putting people in Aefenglom in danger, I think Ms. Nessie and Mhairi are definitely on our side.

[And, like, it stands to reason not to do something reckless and endanger a bunch of other people anyway. Right? Right.]

[fiddlestick]

[...]

A war would put Aefenglom in danger, you know. That's why we're doing this, because what we did in those dreams could've caused a war.

[hippocarnival]

I know that! [He frowns.] But it wasn't on purpose. It's weird stuff none of us understand or can control.

[That they still don't understand, like how did Morgana even find out about it? Was she sharing a dream too? How far are these spreading?] So I trust Ms. Nessie to fight for us if Ms. Drummond tries to ask for something unreasonable. And I trust us not to make things worse for her even if we hate that place.

[fiddlestick]

[Elliot really isn't outspoken enough to continue arguments, and he's here more to observe than anything else, so he backs off for now]

I hope you're right...

[hippocarnival]

... Why don't you trust them? Ms. Nessie and Mhairi, I mean.

[fiddlestick]

[Nnnngh, Elliot looks so conflicted and like he does not want to be put on the spot like this. He glances around for a moment, before biting his lip. He might as well be out with it]

A few times a month I go to the slums outside the wall to teach music for free. Last month, some of my regular students disappeared. The others said they'd be infected by Cwyld and taken to the Coven for treatment.

I found some in the clinic, but the others had been taken to a restricted area in the lower levels. And...by the end of the month, my students in the clinics were taken there too. None of them have returned home.

[...]

Nerissa Bell has access to those lower levels. I interned at the clinic to learn how to cure Cwyld and see if I could find a way down there. I couldn't, but I saw her come in and out of there myself.

[hippocarnival]

[Well... since she's head of the coven and they're fronting the fight against the Cwyld, that makes sense enough. Of course she'd be involved. Elliot just seems more skeptical about it than that.]

And you think she's doing something to them?

[fiddlestick]

...I don't know. That's what I want to know.

I do know that the people outside the wall are wary of the Coven. Enough that they're hesitant to get treated by the Coven. Maybe it's just unfounded fears and superstitions but...

I just have a feeling there's something hidden from all of us.

[hippocarnival]

[Yuya stuffs his hands in his pockets.] I guess if they don't understand what's going on with us, there's things they won't trust us with... but if we don't trust them, there won't be any reason for them to relent that feeling either, right? Maybe they're hiding something terrible, maybe they just don't know how to see us either...

[He rubs the back of his neck.] Does anyone have an idea why we're here? Even just a guess?

[fiddlestick]

[Elliot just sighs and shakes his head. No he doesn't know an idea. He answered Yuya's question, and he is not argumentative enough to keep at it. ]