Terry O'Brian: *if there's a buzzer system, he uses it, otherwise, he just shows up at the door to the apartment and knocks*

Michelle Morgan: She's sitting in the second bedroom in lotus position, eyes closed, in the peace of meditation. The smell of Heliotrope and Wormwood is in the air, coming from a nearby brazier. When the buzzer rings, her eyes slowly open, and she stands up, snuffing the incense before moving out of the bedroom, to the buzzer button.

Michelle Morgan: ((button=phone))

Michelle Morgan: She picks up the receiver. "Hello?"

Terry O'Brian: "Hi, it's Terry."

Michelle Morgan: "Hey, Terry. Come on up." BZZZT. She lights a cigarette and stays near the door, waiting for him to come to it.

Terry O'Brian: *heads in and up to Michelle's apartment*

Michelle Morgan: Oh, shit, CLOTHES. Thank the gods it's a long elevator ride up. She runs and quickly gets dressed in a tank-top and skirt, then comes back out, opening the door for him with a smile. "Hey hey..."

Terry O'Brian: "Hi, how're things?"

Michelle Morgan: "Good, good...busy." She shuts the door behind him. "Can I get you anything?"

Phone: *blips, buzzes, or plays the star spangled banner, depending on how she has it programmed*

Michelle Morgan: It actually plays Green Day's 'Holiday,' but that's neither here nor there. She grabs it off the counter, looking to Terry apologetically, and flips it open. "Hello?"

Terry O'Brian: "No thanks." *shakes his head*

Phone -> Michelle Morgan: "Michelle?"

Michelle Morgan: "Hey, sweetie. How are you?" She takes a drag from the cigarette, ashing it into the tray on the counter.

Michelle Morgan: She gestures for Terry to make himself at home.

Phone -> Michelle Morgan: "I'm good. I talked to Travis and thought maybe I should come and tell you about it. Would that be okay?"

Terry O'Brian: *he looks around and finds a place to sit down, and for the first time in Michelle's presence he takes off his ratty old coat and folds it across his lap*

Michelle Morgan: "Sure, Silkie. Come on over. I've got a friend here, but he's good to know this...probably should, anyway."

Phone -> Michelle Morgan: "Okay, I'll be there in a bit. Bye."

Terry O'Brian: *looks over at Michelle, raising an eyebrow, his curiosity is quite piqued*

Michelle Morgan: "Bye, sweetie." She hands up the phone, and heads over to the couches, taking a seat in the chair across from Terry and smiling to him. "Sorry about that. Silkie's on her way over...have you met her yet?"

Terry O'Brian: "I don't believe so."

Michelle Morgan: "Good kid. Not totally sure what she is, but she's good people." She leans back. "So how've you been, Terry?"

Terry O'Brian: "I've been alright. Everything that happened last week still has me a bit shaken up."

Michelle Morgan: "That's understandable." She nods. "It was a pretty messed-up situation. You wanna talk about it?"

Terry O'Brian: "Not especially. More curious about how you said you'd teach me." *tries his best winning smile*

Silkie: Apparently she wasn't too far away when she called, arriving shortly thereafter at the apartment and studying the com panel. She systematically disturbs all Michelle's neighbors until she finds the right button. *BUZZZZ*

Michelle Morgan: She grins a little. "Ahh, okay. That, I can do." Samantha, Tessa, Terry. Becoming quite the mentor. "So, where to start..."

Michelle Morgan: Ooh, good timing for the buzzer. Before they get too far into things. "Gaah. Pardon me." She gets up and moves to the phone, picking it up. "Hello?"

Silkie: Finally, the right voice. "It's me."

Michelle Morgan: "Hey, Silkie. Come on up." BZZZT.

Silkie: She catches the door, gives the wall a pat, and heads inside.

Terry O'Brian: *he sits there and waits for this Silkie person to show up*

Michelle Morgan: She waits by the door for Silkie to knock, looking Terry's way. "Silkie's sometimes a bit disorienting to listen to...just a heads up, so you know."

Silkie: A short ride in the elevator and she soon reaches Michelle's door, dragging her nails over it. *SCRREEEEEE*

Terry O'Brian: "I'll keep that in mind."

Michelle Morgan: She opens the door, smiling to the girl as she does. "Hey, Silkie."

Silkie: Beams up at Michelle. "Hi!"

Michelle Morgan: "C'mon in." She shuts the door behind her, leading Silkie over to the couches. "Silkie, this is Terry. Terry, Silkie."

Silkie: The girl is cute. A wild mane of black curls frames a pixie’s face. Lips are pert and prone to smiling for no reason at all. Her deep amethyst eyes are bottomless windows to an ancient soul. She’s thin and athletic although not entirely without curves. She looks to be around seventeen.

Silkie: Peers inside before she steps through the doorway, then follows her to the couches. "Hi Terry."

Terry O'Brian: "Hi SIlkie."

Michelle Morgan: She takes her seat again. "So, Silkie...you were saying you'd talked to Travis?"

Terry O'Brian: DD>(for Silkie) The first thing that can be noticed is the hair. Unevenly cut, and rather shaggy, it looks like it may be blonde, but it’s dirty enough that even that much is uncertain. He has a well-formed face, though. If he cleaned himself up, he could be fairly attractive. His clothing is rather ratty, there are enough holes in it that even on some spring and early summer nights, he must get no warmth from them. Rather short, and thin, he looks to be about 16 or 17, though shorter than most people that age. Though overall, he deflects the eye, there is one thing that draws it: his unfailingly friendly smile. (Arcane 2, suppressed, the coat is currently folder over in his lap)

Silkie: Leans up to whisper to Michelle.

Silkie -> Michelle Morgan: "I can say anything in front of him? Is he a willworker too?"

Michelle Morgan: She smiles and nods. "Yes, Silkie. Terry's a mage. He's new to it, but he's okay to talk in front of."

Terry O'Brian: *gives a tiny little wave to Silkie at Michelle's mention of him being a mage*

Silkie: She gives Terry an intensely curious look, then moves to sit on the couch beside him. "Yes. I spoke to Travis, just a little while before I called you."

Terry O'Brian: 8,3,

Terry O'Brian: "Is this the same Travis that Tansy knows?"

Silkie: "I think he knows Tansy."

Michelle Morgan: "Yeah, same Travis." She looks at Terry. "A little background...Travis is a mage from the Order of Hermes...if you remember me mentioning them? High ritual folk?"

Silkie: *Wonders how many Travis' there could be.*

Terry O'Brian: *hesitates for a moment, then nods* "I think I remember them."

Silkie: Order of Hermes? Must be a magick tribe. "I..." Frowns. "I guess I should apologize to you. Especially since I asked you to check on him."

Michelle Morgan: "He's had a strange ability following him around...he touches people, and they change their appearance. I assume that's what Silkie talked to him about."

Silkie: "Can I ask you not to tell Karlos this? I don't think he'd understand."

Terry O'Brian: *blinks at the description of this ability* "What, you mean like he can change blonde hair to black when he wants to or something? And who's Karlos?"

Silkie: "He made me tall." Holds her hand a good foot over her head.

Michelle Morgan: "I won't tell anyone, Silkie. Don't worry about it."

Silkie: "I almost broke my clothes."

Michelle Morgan: "Karlos is Karlos Basoalto, who owns the Concerto Club. Remember the treaty? The Concerto Club is the Neutral Party."

Terry O'Brian: *nods, and then goes back to listening, trying to piece together what's going on*

Michelle Morgan: She looks at Silkie. "Looks like you got better, though..." She smiles.

Silkie: Nods. "I had to fix it, or take off my clothes. I could hardly breathe. People get excited when you walk around town naked."

Terry O'Brian: *Well, Michelle did say that Silkie was odd...he just tries to follow the conversation to the best of his ability*

Michelle Morgan: "That they do. So what else happened, besides Travis making you tall?"

Silkie: "I ummm... I had a really bad feeling about him, so I...uhhh... forced him to let me cleanse him." Watching Michelle carefully as she admits to this, guaging her reaction. (Per + Emp)

Silkie: 9,9,6,6,6,

: ((Now she get's the awesome roll*L*))

Silkie: ((*C* About time!))

Michelle Morgan -> Silkie: She's wary of that, and concerned that Silkie violated the treaty, of course. And she's afraid for what happened to Travis, even though she seems to have a serious dislike for the man. But she trusts Silkie, too, though she's questioning of the girl's judgment.

Silkie: Suddenly she's intuition girl as she gives Michelle a long look. Should she explain? She glances at Terry. Michelle did say he was safe.

Michelle Morgan: She sighs a little bit, pursing her lips. "Explain what you mean by forced him to let you cleanse him?"

Terry O'Brian: *Terry looks confused and curious at the same time, he's TRYING to follow the conversation, certainly*

Silkie: "Travis is my responsibility. So it's... not exactly breaking the treaty... really. I ordered him to allow it."

Michelle Morgan: "Did you use anything but words to order him?"

Silkie: "I used his oath."

Michelle Morgan: "Can you explain?" She keeps her eyes on Silkie, letting her trust for the girl keep her calm. "Is this something he's bound to do and can't resist, or is it more of a commitment..a promise?"

Silkie: "He represented a potential threat to Sea, whom he is bound to protect. I am her voice upon Unsea and I commanded him to submit to me. Since you're the leader of the willworkers, if you want me to stand trial for my actions, I will. But it had to be done."

Silkie: Looks a little worried. She really doesn't want to be buried alive.

Michelle Morgan: She blinks. "I'm not the leader of all of us...just the Deacon of a Chantry that's in the treaty. Travis isn't even in my chantry..." She sighs. "Let me talk to Travis, Silkie. I don't know enough about this yet. So what happened when you cleansed him?"

Silkie: "It made me taller, but he wasn't tainted. I couldn't remove his curse."

Terry O'Brian: "Tainted?" *speaks up again, after a bit of silence* "What do you mean by tainted?"

Michelle Morgan: "Tainted is..." She frowns a little, and looks to Silkie to explain.

Silkie: Looks at Terry. "Taint takes what's good in you, and twists it into something bad."

Terry O'Brian: "o...k..." *slowly nods, thinking Silkie's explanation over a bit*

Michelle Morgan: "It's like a spiritual stain on your soul, I guess." She shrugs, as if that's the best she can explain it. "A Resonance of the acts you commit."

Silkie: "You know, like if a bane got inside of you. Then you'd be tainted. But there are other ways to become tainted too. You could spend too much time in Hell, or encounter something that puts taint inside of you."

Terry O'Brian: "What's a bane?" *then he stops, and almost does a double-take* "You can't be saying that Hell is real...are you?"

Silkie: Nods at Michelle.

Silkie: Nods seriously at Terry. "Hell is real. I don't recommend you ever go there."

Michelle Morgan: "Welcome to the world of Double-Takes, Terry. You'll find yourself doing it a lot. Look out for whiplash."

Terry O'Brian: "Why would anyone ever want to go to Hell?" *rather confused at even the thought that anyone would*

Michelle Morgan: "Because they're Nephandi, or worse."

Silkie: "I talked to him about his behavior around Karlos. I think he's going to apologize to him. I didn't order him too though. That has to come from his own heart."

Terry O'Brian: "Hold up there...from what you said, it sounded like Nephandi was the worst that was out there...what's worse?"

Silkie: Terry> "I can't imagine anyone wanting to go there. It's a prison for the angels." Looks at Michelle> "What are nephandi?"

Michelle Morgan: "Those the Nephandi serve." She looks over at Silkie. "All right. So you ordered him to let you cleanse him, he let you, and he might apologize. I don't think that's too bad." A smile goes to the girl.

Terry O'Brian: "Prison for the angels? This got to do with the demons I'm told exist?"

Michelle Morgan: "Incredibly evil mages who want to destroy all of the Universe, Silkie."

Silkie: "It was the right thing to do, so I did it."

Silkie: Nods at Michelle's explanation. She wouldn't expect all willworkers to be good.

: ((*Doesn't blame Terry for being confused so is she*))

Michelle Morgan: "Demons, I'm still not totally clear on. Some are not so bad, others are very bad, I guess?"

Silkie: "They're the angels who escaped from Hell. Now they're demons."

Silkie: "Demons are mostly good. Cacodemons are bad though."

Terry O'Brian: "What's a Cacodemon?"

Michelle Morgan: She looks to Silkie. This terms new to her, too.

Silkie: "That's a bad demon."

Terry O'Brian: *blinks in surprise* "That simple? Just, any demon that's bad is a Cacodemon?"

Silkie: Nods. "It just means bad demon."

Michelle Morgan: She's quiet, listening, as she lights a cigarette.

Terry O'Brian: *he nods, now following...or at least thinking he is, and goes back to silently listening*

Silkie: M> "Do you have any chocolate?"

Michelle Morgan: That resolved, she looks Silkie's way and smiles. "Well, thank you for coming to tell me...I appreciate it, Silkie. I don't think you have to worry about anything."

Michelle Morgan: "I...think so, yeah. Lemme check." She gets up and heads to the kitchen, opening the fridge.

Silkie: Looks relieved. "Thank you, Michelle. Sometimes it's hard to do the right thing, because everyone doesn't agree with you, that it was right."

Silkie: T> "So where are you from?"

Terry O'Brian: *shrugs* "Around. Jersey when I was a kid, more recently southern Georgia."

Michelle Morgan: She comes back with a couple Nestle's Crunch bars, unwrapping them and handing them off to Silkie. She's seen the girl eat the wrappers before, after all. "Here you go."

Silkie: Perks at the chocolate. "Thanks! You want some?" Breaking off a chunk and offering it to Terry.

Terry O'Brian: *he accepts the chunk of chocolate from Silkie and starts to nibble at it*

Silkie: Stuffs the other chunk in her mouth then nibbles more leisurely on the second chocolate bar.

Silkie: "Where's Georgia?"

Terry O'Brian: "South, down the coast." *nibble nibble*

Silkie: (brb)

Phone: Michelle's phone rings

Michelle Morgan: "Dang...busy day." She picks up her phone and flips it open. "Grand Central Station...conducter speaking..."

Silkie: (back)

Phone -> Michelle Morgan: Michelle actually hears a pause, and street noise in the backgound. "Michelle? Hiya it's Tansy....ummmm wondering if it is okay to stop in and chat with you for a moment about business."

Silkie: Curiously feels Terry's hair with the hand not engaged with chocolate.

Terry O'Brian: *is rather confused* "Umm...what're you doing?"

Michelle Morgan: "Hey, Tansy. Yeah, sure, come on by. Terry and Silkie are here."

Silkie: "Just feeling your hair. You want to feel mine?" Leans closer, in case he wants to. "It feels different than yours."

Phone -> Michelle Morgan: "Oh....okay...we should be there soon. See ya in a few." and she will hand up when Michelle says good bue.

Terry O'Brian: "Umm...no thanks." *still seems rather confused*

Silkie: Pats his thigh, reassuringly, and nibbles more chocolate.

Michelle Morgan: "All right. See you then." She hangs up the phone, then looks to the others. "Another guest stopping by."

Terry O'Brian: *looks completely baffled by Silkie's behavior, then turns to Michelle* "Oh?"

Michelle Morgan: She nods. "Tansy."

Silkie: "I like Tansy." Grins.

Terry O'Brian: "Oh! I've met her a couple of times."

Michelle Morgan: "Nice girl." She smiles, taking a drag of the cigarette.

Tansy: Tansy and Benny wern't that far away really. She had gotten them Ice Cream cones. Or a frozen yogert for her. She walks up to the building andpushes the appropriate buzzer for Michelle. Quaffle trails behind and waits for themto be let in.

Silkie: Pops the last of the chocolate in her mouth and licks her fingers clean.

Michelle Morgan: And up she goes, heading for the phone and picking it up. "Hello?"

Terry O'Brian: *he's still nibbling on his bit of chocolate*

Tansy -> Michelle Morgan: "It's Tansy.." she says as she hears Michelle's voice.

Michelle Morgan: "Cool." BZZZT.

Benny Jones: *Benny's been quiet since they gotten the ice creams and headed to Michelle's, though the icecream now finished once they are there he waits quietly with Tansy and follows her in when she enters the building..

Tansy: She reaches out and catches the door opening it for Benny and the cat. and then headding in herself. She moves over to the Elevator pushing the button and makes their way up to the right floor. Once there she leads Benny over to Michelle's door and knocks.

Michelle Morgan: The door opens, and she smiles at Tansy and Benny. "Hey, come on in. Who's your friend, Tansy?" She cocks a quirked eyebrow to the girl.

Terry O'Brian: 1,4,

Silkie: 10,6,5,

Silkie: Waves to the new arrivals. "Hey, Tansy, hey Benny," and meows a greeting in cat speak to Quaffle.

Tansy: Tansy is wearing a pair of shortalls with Strawberry Shortcake on the front bib. They are at least a size to big for her, a white t-shirt and sandlas complete the outfit. She has a half done ice cream cone in her hand. A backpack on her back. "This is Benny...." she heads on in Qyaffle follows Tansy and silently looks around for theother cat he knows is there. "And I was hoping that maybe we could get some opinions from ya, if that is okay."

Benny Jones: *Benny waits quietly with Tansy, glancing now and then to Quaffle then to the door when it opens, still quiet letting Tansy do the introductions..

Terry O'Brian: *gives Tansy a friendly wave, and then one to Benny* "Nice ta meet ya."

Benny Jones: *Benny follows Tansy in, smiling slightly to Silkie..

Samantha Jacobs: There is a cat peeking out from under a couch. But it is otherwise hiding right now.

Tansy: She smiles at Silkie. "Hiya Silkie and Terry." She moves firther into the room and takes a seat on one of the couches. her backpack going to the floor and Qyaffle hops into her lap.

Michelle Morgan: "Sure, of course." She shuts the door behind the new arrivals. Sprout comes out of the bedroom, smelling another cat. Michelle leads the two to the couch areas.

Tansy: ((**Geaddesk* why can I not spell his name right?!? why?!?))

Michelle Morgan: ((Or what Sam said. Her cat. *S*))

Samantha Jacobs: Not long after Michelle admits Tansy and Benny, the lock twists, and the door opens to admit the lanky Sam. Who stops in the doorway with a vaguely surprised look at the numhber of people in the apartment. You'd almost think she'd turn around and bolt for a moment.

Samantha Jacobs: ((There's two, it works *G*))

Benny Jones: *He tilts his head slightly as glances in Terry's direction, and follows and sits next to Tansy, his own backpack going to his lap...

Tansy: Tansy looks over to the door and then at the rest of the people in the room and fidgets she looks ready to leave herself.

Michelle Morgan: She looks over at Sam, and smiles. "Hey, Sam. We've become Grand Central Station today."

Terry O'Brian: DD>The first thing that can be noticed is the hair. Unevenly cut, and rather shaggy, it looks like it may be blonde, but it’s dirty enough that even that much is uncertain. He has a well-formed face, though. If he cleaned himself up, he could be fairly attractive. His clothing is rather ratty, there are enough holes in it that even on some spring and early summer nights, he must get no warmth from them. Rather short, and thin, he looks to be about 16 or 17, though shorter than most people that age. Though overall, he deflects the eye, there is one thing that draws it: his unfailingly friendly smile. (Arcane 2, suppressed, and his coat is currently folded across his lap...and he's nibbling at the remains of a chocolate bar)

Silkie: Blinks at Sam, and does her best to look sweet and good, offering her a smile. "Hi Sam."

Samantha Jacobs: "Did I miss something?" Her voice is rough, and just faintly raspy. The cat that was hiding under the couch comes tumbling toward her, a terribly tiny little thing. She crouches down to pick up her as she shuts the door.

Terry O'Brian: "Ummm...hello." *gives a slight wave to Sam, glancing at Michelle*

Tansy: She looks down to the melting half eaten ice cream cone and goes tofinish it off. Keep qyiet that was the plan.

Michelle Morgan: "Well, Terry came by to talk to me about some things, then Silkie came by for an update on what she came by to talk about last week. Tansy and Benny just stopped by, too."

Benny Jones: *Benny glances to those there, then to Sam as she enters, eyes studying ever so slightly for a moment before he glances to Tansy for a moment...

Michelle Morgan: "Terry, have you met Sam yet?"

Terry O'Brian: *waves a bit again at Michelle's...introductions* "Hi...I'm Terry." *he seems friendly*

Terry O'Brian: *he shakes his head a bit in response to Michelle's question*

Samantha Jacobs: "Ah." She says faintly, looking extremely uncomfortable. She nods sharply to Terry, slowly moving in. She walks with a military stride. She's tall, and lanky, looking like she had muscle mass once and lost it. On her left hip is a belted gun. She's dressed in ragged jeans, and a long sleeve shirt. Around the collar of her shirt, horrific scars crawl out and up to her neck. Hard brown eyes watch everyone warily, black hair falling into her face a bit.

Silkie: Listens, eyes flickering from face to face as introductions are made.

Samantha Jacobs: "Sam Jacobs."

Michelle Morgan: Thank the gods we have lots of couch space. She smiles at Sam, moving to intercept Sprout, scooping the cat gently into her arms and petting it.

Tansy: She briefly looks around. "Benny that is Sam and Michelle and you know Silkie and Terry." she caught his looks to her and gives him a reassuring smile althought she doesn't feel reassured herself.

Terry O'Brian: *gives Tansy a confused look about her implication that he knows Benny* "Are you sure Benny and I know each other?"

Samantha Jacobs: She nods to Benny absently, cradling the tiny kitten close to her, and staying back, and out of the way.

Silkie: Slides off the couch and moves to sit beside Samantha, smiling sweetly at her as she squeezes in.

Tansy: She wispers something to Benny, with what Terry said.

Benny Jones: *He looks to Sam and Michelle again, then tilts his head slightly as he looks to Terry...

Samantha Jacobs: Sam is standing in a corner, really, still vaguely by the door.

Tansy: She smiles and nods to Terry yeah you both have met on severalocasion."

Silkie: (dlp) Rather she moves to stand beside her. And if she doesn't run away, she slides her hand into her.

Benny Jones: *He looks to Tansy for a moment, then looks towards Terry once more before he suppresses his arcane so Terry can remember him...

Terry O'Brian: *seems rather confused by Tansy* "Are you sure? I don't remember ever meeting him before."

Michelle Morgan: "So, Tansy, Benny...what's up?" She carries Sprout to the chair, taking a seat.

Samantha Jacobs: There are a lot of- holy crap someone is touching her. There is almost a snap of momvement as she nearly jerks away from Silkie, but manages to still. She looks down at her, vaguely wide eyed.

Samantha Jacobs: Sprout lounges in Michelle's arms. Sam shakes her head, and momentarily disappears into a different room.

Samantha Jacobs: ((brb))

Tansy: "It's okay to talk in frontof Silkie?" she wants tomake sure especially after the tongue lashing she got before from Michelle about saying things to people not of their persuasion.

Michelle Morgan: She looks after Sam, concern showing in her eyes. Too big of a crowd...crap.

Silkie: Blinks and rolls her lips when Sam runs away.

Michelle Morgan: "Yes, I think Silkie's okay." Not like the girl doesn't know eveything anyway, it seems.

Silkie: Shoots a cryptic look at Tansy.

Benny Jones: *He glances in Terry's direction again, then looks between Michelle and Tansy..

Tansy: She nods her head. "Benny is one of us....I have been trying to help himout as best as I can...but we might have a problem. He came here from Utah and the authorties are looking for him. He wants to go to school, and in order todo so he wants to go and talk to the police about this. I do not want to have him found out or taken back there."

Michelle Morgan: "Okay..." She frowns. "Why are the police looking for him?"

Tansy: "His parents were murdered....in what the papers refered to it as an Occult murder."

Silkie: Blinks at Benny. "Don't go to the police. They're bad."

Benny Jones: *Benny stays quiet as Tansy explains, fidgeting slightly with one of the zips on his backpack...

Michelle Morgan: "Is he a suspect? And what 'authorities' are we talking about? Sleeper or Awakened?"

Tansy: "Beeny has the news article if you wanna read it. But the paper said that the police were wanting to talk to him for queationing, so maybe." she shrugs her shoulders. "I dunno if they are sleeper or awakened but with the fact that he is new, and the type it is always possible that they are working together on this one."

Tansy: "And I dun wanna cross the police, cause I left the scene of a murder in Reno, although I dun think anyone knew I was there and saw her before I headded out of town, but still, I would rather not cross that bridge." she keeps her self focused on Michelle.

Michelle Morgan: She looks over to Benny, smiling warmly at him. "Benny...can you tell me what happened?"

Silkie: Gives Benny a curious look.

Tansy: She leans back on the couch and atarts to pet Quaffle.

Terry O'Brian: *he's quiet, just listening, today's just been all confusing.*

Benny Jones: *He's already working at opening his backpack to get the news article, but stops when Michelle looks to him, quiet for a few moments before speaking...* (qw)"I dont know..."

Silkie: Moves back to the couch and resumes her seat beside Terry.

Michelle Morgan: She purses her lips, then smiles a bit and nods, waiting for the article. Her phone rings, and she raises an eyebrow, picking it up. "Hello?"

phone -> Michelle Morgan: "Michelle, it's Tessa."

Michelle Morgan: "Tessa, hey." She smiles a little bit. "What's up?"

Tansy: She nods to Benny to give the article to Michelle to read.

Benny Jones: *He watches Michelle for a few more seconds, then he opens his backpack out and pulls out one of his notebooks and then the article from inside and holds it out for Michelle...

Michelle Morgan: She takes the article and starts reading it over as she talks on the phone.

Tansy: Quietly to Silkie and Terry so as not to interrupt Michelles conversation. "How have you two been doing?"

phone -> Michelle Morgan: "I was just wondering what was going on... you know. If you wanted to hang out or something?"

Silkie: Reaches over Terry to pat Tansy. "I've been pretty good."

Terry O'Brian: "Confused." *he grins at that* "But I think I'm beginning to figure a few things out."

Benny Jones -> Michelle Morgan: {The title of the story has 'Occult Murders', it tells about three people that had been found dead, two evisicated, the other the cause of death unknown. It states that the ones that wasnt evisicated was believed to have been the ritualist of some bizzare ritual. It then goes on to talk about the two that were killed, a man and woman. Then mentions that they had an 11 year old child by the name of Benny Jones was missing and wanted for questioning, a photo of Benny there as well...}

Michelle Morgan: "Sure, come on over. Got a party goin' on at my places with a bunch of our kinds of people in the city. The more, the merrier." She gives out the address.

Silkie: Something occurs to her and she looks at Terry a moment, then at Tansy. New. They said he was new. Terry> "How old are you?"

phone -> Michelle Morgan: "Thanks Michelle. I'll see you soon then." Click

Benny Jones: *Benny glances to the others as they talk, though his attn doesnt fully leave that photocopy that he just handed Michelle

Tansy: She smiles to Silkie, the one other person in the room who is okay with her. She nods to Terry. "If I had known, I woudda said something to ya when we first met."

Terry O'Brian: "I'll be seventeen in a couple of months."

Michelle Morgan: She frowns a little and looks up at Benny, sympathy evident in her eyes as she smiles a little. "I'm sorry, Benny." She hands the article back to him.

Silkie: "How long have you been a mage?"

Terry O'Brian: *shrugs* "I dunno. Just got told I was one a couple weeks ago."

Benny Jones: *He takes the article back and puts it away into once more into his backpack...

Samantha Jacobs: She slinks back out of the room, but remains again in the background. The only difference is she wears a shirt that comes all the way up to cover her neck.

Silkie: Looks at Tansy for further explanation.

Tessa Nunn: So Tessa arrives at Michelle's building shortly.

Tansy: She nods to Terry. "Well it is cool that you have met and are working with Michelle."

Terry O'Brian: "Yeah." *nods* "Not quite sure where I fit in yet, though."

Silkie: 9,5,4,7,1,9,

Tansy: She smiles to Silkie. "Not everyone knows their potential for what they can do. Terry didn't know until a few weeks ago."

Silkie: Notes Sam's return and gives her a curious look.

Michelle Morgan: She looks back up at Sam and finally lets Sprout go, standing and moving over to her. "We've got one more on the way, Sam...Tessa's coming. You okay?" She rubs the other woman's shoulder comfortingly.

Silkie: Quirks her lips at Tansy's vague explanation. "Then how does that make him new?"

Samantha Jacobs: Sprout starts to wander and sniff and rub aginst people. She shrugs a little to Michelle, and then nods. "M'fine."

Tansy: She looks to Michelle to help her out with this one.

Michelle Morgan: "All right." She looks back at Benny and Tansy. "So, the question of whether to talk to the police. I would say no, right now. I don't think it's safe, especially with the Union acting up lately."

Benny Jones: *Benny closes his backpack up once more, his gaze going to it as he fidgets with the zips once more..

Silkie: Invites Sprout onto her lap.

Tessa Nunn -> Michelle Morgan: mich is in an apartment?

Tansy: She smiles to Terry. "Dun worry give it time, and thought" she shrugs some of us dun fit in anywhere, it happens."

Samantha Jacobs: "Talk to the police about what?" Dark eyes look over each person in turn. Sprout gleefully takes the lap offered.

Michelle Morgan: "Terry just recently Awakened, Silkie. Potentially, all people have the ability to be mages. Those who do get that ability, we call it Awakening."

Michelle Morgan -> Tessa Nunn: ((Sorry...yeah. Buzzer system.))

Tessa Nunn: Buzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Tansy: She nods her head to Michelle. "Okay...one last thing then we can get out of your hair." she looks to Benny and swallowsm before looking to Michelle. "He has a Guide...or guardian...a spirit helping him out.."

Michelle Morgan: ((Apartment DD for all, BTW: The apartment is a spacious place, in keeping with the upper-class nature of the building. It's kept fairly clean, with a living room with all sorts of stereo equipment, nice kitchen, and two bedrooms. A guitar and music stand is set up near the window, with an ashtray nearby it.))

Silkie: "You're not born that way?"

Benny Jones: *He looks up from his backpack to Michelle, then to Sam before glancing to Tansy..

Michelle Morgan: She blinks, and holds up a hand to Tansy, as if asking for a moment. She heads to the buzzer phone, picking it up. "Howdy..."

Silkie: Ew, what if they're contagious? Anyone can catch mageliness?

Tansy: "Talk to the police about Benny's parents murder, he want to go to school legally,instead of sneaking in." she says

Tessa Nunn: "It's Tessa." She calls through the speaker phone.

Tansy: ((that was to be waiting until Michelle hangs up the phone))

Samantha Jacobs: She stares at Tansy, and then at Benny. "No. Hire a PI if you want to look into it. And there are private teachers you could probably hire too."

Terry O'Brian: *knowing only slightly more than Silkie does, Terry doesn't even try to answer her questions, looking to Tansy, Michelle and company to do so instead*

Michelle Morgan: "Come on up, Tessa." BZZZZT. She sets the receiver down, then heads back over to the sitting area. "Now, a guardian spirit, you said?"

Tessa Nunn: And to the elevator she goes.

Silkie: Pets the kitten with talented fingers, gently rubbing its cheeks and chin with her short nails.

Michelle Morgan: She smiles at Sam's answer. Her love is a smart one. "That's exactly what I was thinking."

Samantha Jacobs: Sprout purrs very happily at the attention, kneading Silkie's leg faintly before settling. The tiny tiny kitten toddles out from around the corner. Sam nods to Michelle before she leans against a door, looking less off balance.

Benny Jones: *The private teacher suggestion gets an almost immediate shake of his head as he glances in Sam's direction...

Tansy: Once Michelle comes back" No silkie we are not born that way we are born with thepotential but not everyone reaches that potential. Sam the problemis that He like the social interaction and with what he has been through he needs the social interaction....and Michelle yes, a Soirit guide. It is his mother." she looks to everyone hoping she covered everyrthing.

Samantha Jacobs: A hand raises. "Hold up. Back up. You can't have your cake and eat it to here. He can continue to sneak it, or he can get a private tutor. We can;'t go to the police and risk her lives so one person can go to school. And did you just say his dead mother is a... spirit guide?"

Michelle Morgan: "All right." She frowns. "Hire a private investigator, then. I can help you out if money's a problem there. But don't go talking to the police yourself. Not a wise move."

Tessa Nunn: Knock knock knock.

Samantha Jacobs: ((risk OUR lives))

Silkie: Gives Benny a curious look. "Your mother is a spirit? What kind?"

Tansy: Okay so she got nothing new here, as she looks between Sam and Michelle "Okay." she says

Terry O'Brian: *he's just listening, knowing nothing at all about the current topics of conversation, he's just hoping to figure out what's going on, and it shows plainly on his face*

Michelle Morgan: She moves away from the conversation again to get the door, opening it up and smiling to Tessa. "Hey, come on in."

Benny Jones: *Benny's stays quiet as he looks to each of them as they speak and goes to say something when the knock comes to the door and stops, a glance going in Silkie's direction to her question, but no answer to it...

Tessa Nunn: She smiles a bit to Michelle as she steps inside and looks around. "You know for some reason I always imagined you'd live in one of those artsy converted warehouse lofts. You know?"

Tansy: She nods her head, so something Sam said and looks like she was going tosay something but shuts her mouth when Tessa comes in. Quaffle meows to her and she shakes her head.

Tessa Nunn: (Here's Tessa... http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=coppermine&file=displayimage&pos=-190)

Silkie: Benny> "Are you sure it's your mother? I thought you said she was dead?"

Samantha Jacobs: Well, she was looking more comfortable. And now she's looking uncomfortable again. The tiny kitten mewls pitifully near Silkie, since she smells Sprout up with her.

Michelle Morgan: She grins. "Yeah, I know. I break the mold. Actually, all the converted warehouse lofts were taken when I found this place." She leads Tessa on to the main area. "Everyone, this is Tessa. Tessa, this is Terry, Tansy, Benny, Silkie, and of course you know Sam."

Samantha Jacobs: She nods, distractdly to Tessa.

Terry O'Brian: *gives a friendly wave to Tessa* "Hi."

Tansy: She glances up to Tessa with a smile and goes back to petting Quaffle the orange long haired Himalayan cat in her lap.

Silkie: Scoops up the other kitten to join Sprout and gently pets them both. Tessa> "Hi."

Tessa Nunn: She waves a hand to 'everyone', her attention darting from one to the other in turn as they're pointed out. "Hi."

Michelle Morgan: "And yes, before anyone asks, Tessa is fine to discuss everything in front of." A wink to Tessa, and she takes up a stand next to Sam, leaving the chair for Tessa.

Samantha Jacobs: The tiny kitten mewls, struggling for balance before she flops besides Sprout. Sprout grooms the little kitten as both are petted. Sam shifts against the wall, eyes darting from each person to the next.

Benny Jones: *He glances to Tessa, eyes studying her quietly for a moment before he looks between Michelle and Tansy...

Tessa Nunn: She drops her bag down by the door and goes to take a seat. Aww kittens.

Silkie: Glances from Quaffle to Tessa.

Silkie: Mews at Quaffle.

Michelle Morgan: "All right. So. We were talking about Benny's spirit guide, who's his mother." She looks to Tansy and Benny, directing the conversation back to the topic at hand.

Tessa Nunn: She smiles lightly over to Benny, "It's alright. I don't bite. I promise."

Silkie: Michelle> "Spirit guides aren't dead people."

Michelle Morgan: She nods to Silkie. "I'm just using Benny's words here, Silkie."

Michelle Morgan: "Or, rather, Tansy's, sorry. To which Benny seemed to agree."

Tansy: She nods hert head to Michelle. "Yeah...she doesn't like Qyaff tho, or the other spirits that are around Benny don't like him I can't remember but when he isn't around you can usually see her if you look." Qyaffle blinks and tilts his head to Silkie meowing a few times and Tansy looks down at Quaffle then to Silkie.

Silkie: Looks at Benny as she pets her lapfull of kittens. "Maybe I could talk to her?"

Samantha Jacobs: She shifts her attention back to Michelle. This is waaay to confusing for her.

Silkie: Mews to Quaffle again.

Tessa Nunn: She slips off her sandals and pulls her feet up under her on the chair, listening, her expression a bit lost.

Michelle Morgan: Her eyes move to Samantha, shrugging a bit and smiling, before her attention goes back to Tansy & Benny. "Well, I guess the question I have, guys, is what help do you need regarding this spirit guide?"

Tansy: Quaffle sneezes then meows several more times. Tansy keeps looking back and forth between Qyaffle and Silkie.

Benny Jones: *He stays quiet as he glances to them as they speak, but only for a few moments..* (qw)"I can speak with her..." *Perhaps answering Silkie's question...

Samantha Jacobs: "What if whatever it is is lying?" She mutters.

Silkie: Nods at Benny. "I'd like to talk to her."

Terry O'Brian: *to Michelle* "Umm...I know now may not be the best time, but could you at some point explain this whole 'spirit' thing to me?"

Silkie: Quirks her lips at Quaffle and nods.

Michelle Morgan: Her lips quirk in a smile. "Yeah, Terry. Not a problem."

Tansy: "At first I thought she might not be good for him...I dunno...especially with the circumstances that brought him here....I thought that since he could talk with her that maybe he could learn from Johnny or someone the ways of Spirits and or he couldpossibly be a dreamspeaker." she shrugs. "But I dunno."

Tessa Nunn: She smiles a bit over to Terry. "Oh I'm so glad I'm not the only one who has no idea what's going on."

Terry O'Brian: "Bet you're doing better than me. It seems that I'm the new guy." *grins towards Tessa*

Tansy: Quaffle nods to Silkie and starts purring.

Michelle Morgan: "Johnny's left town, so that's not an option..." She frowns a little. "I can try to find someone to start training him. My plate's a little full right now, and I'm no good with the spiritual stuff anyway."

Silkie: Michelle> "I can talk to spirits."

Michelle Morgan: "Yes, Silkie, but you can't teach someone in our ways, either."

Tessa Nunn: She smiles a bit to Terry, "I'm new too. Kinda."

Tansy: Tansy blinks at Michelle in shock. "He left?" she sighs and nods"I know a little bit of almost everything...but I dun think he is destened to continue to be an Orphan like I am. But I have been trying with the help of others to keep him informed as best as I can."

Silkie: Michelle> "Not teach, if you want this spirit.. you know, checked."

Samantha Jacobs: A hand rises to rub at a temple, and she glances around again.

Benny Jones: *He glances to Sam, then to the others as they talk before glancing between Tansy and Michelle..

Terry O'Brian: "By Johnny, you mean the same Johnny that was waving a shotgun around? He's not hanging around here anymore?" *sigh of relief*

Tansy: She looks over the room, Samn is new, Terry is new, Benny is new, and Tessa is new....her eyes land on Michell so it is her and Michell who are the only ones more than a little experianced. she continues to pet Quaffle.

Michelle Morgan: She's surrounded by newly-Awakened mages. She's feelin' old at the moment, though somehow, she finds that amusing. She, of all fuckin' people, is the old guard.

Michelle Morgan: "Yes, that Johnny, Terry." She sighs, and rubs at the bridge of her nose. "All right. Benny, do you want Silkie to talk to the spirit, make sure it's okay?"

Benny Jones: *Benny frowns slightly to what Silkie says...* (qw)"Oriel is alright..."

Samantha Jacobs: "Just because someone is always 'right' doesn't mean they're okay..." A faint mutter.

Benny Jones: 10,2,8,8,6,4,1,

Benny Jones: *He glances in Sam's direction at the mutter, frowning ever so slightly more...

Silkie: Benny> "I'm just a little worried because you said its your dead mother. And dead people don't become spirits Benny. Spirits are spirits. Dead people are just... well, dead."

Tansy: She looks to Silkie confusedly.

Michelle Morgan: "Sometimes, people who die do become ghosts, Silkie..." She's playing devil's advocate at the moment, and she looks to Benny. "She's right, too, though, in that it could be an evil spirit pretending to be your mother, sweetie. Spirits have done that before. Or even not evil, but just a trickster spirit."

Tessa Nunn: "Or ghosts." She pipes up. "There are ghosts."

Benny Jones: (qw)"I never said that..." *gaze going back to Silkie...*

Samantha Jacobs: "... there are ghosts?" She says, veeeeeery faintly.

Tansy: Qyaffle nods and keep up his purring as Tansy glance to Michelle and nods her head as well.

Silkie: Tilts her head at Benny. "It's not your dead mother?"

Benny Jones: *He shakes his head as he looks to Michelle...* (qw)"I would not be here if it was a spirit like that..."

Michelle Morgan: "No one's saying that this spirit IS bad, Benny. We just want to make sure. You know what I mean?"

Tessa Nunn: She nods to Sam, "Don't worry. I've never actually seen one."

Samantha Jacobs: 6,3,8,10,6,

Samantha Jacobs: A hand rises to rub her temple and eyes squeeze tightly shut at she nods to Tessa. Okay. She can stay calm. Yeah. She can stay calm.

Michelle Morgan: She slides her arm around Sam's waist in a supportive motion, leaning in to whisper to her.

Tansy: "Okay for clarification purposes. Baised on what Benny described his mom to me.....when i look that is what this spirit looks like. I am taking a guess here." she looks around the room.

Samantha Jacobs: Eyes open to slits, and she tilts her head towards Michelle to listen.

Michelle Morgan -> Samantha Jacobs: "It's very rare, Samantha. You okay?"

Samantha Jacobs: A nod to what the rockstar chick says.

Benny Jones: (qw)"She is my mother... There is no need to make sure..."

Samantha Jacobs: "So you'd rather fun the possibility that its lying and being corrupt to you, and defacing the name and face of your mother, then check. Just to make sure." She looks at Benny.

Silkie: Gives Benny a worried look then glances at Michelle.

Michelle Morgan: She smiles to Sam, then looks to Benny. "What makes you so sure, sweetie?"

Tansy: She remains quiet and putsa a supportive arm around Benny.

Michelle Morgan: She winces, visibly, at Sam's words.

Samantha Jacobs: 7,7,10,5,6,10,8,

Samantha Jacobs: She sees the wince. Most defintely sees the wince. And averts her eyes and lowers her head a bit. Just a kid. A faint clearing of her throat. And a mumbling of an apology.

Benny Jones: *He focuses onto Sam..* (qw)"If she was lying to me I would not be here... And she never told me her name, I gave her the name Oriel..." *He pauses for a moment...* (qw)"I know it is my mother..."

Silkie: Scowls at Sam. That really wasn't very nice.

Samantha Jacobs: "You know." She mutters. "But -we- don't. So. Can -we- please check? It's only because we want you safe."

Tessa Nunn: She sits back pretty comfortably, looking non judgemental. She doesn't know these people or the details after all.

Terry O'Brian: *continues being confused, trying to follow things...more confusing that the soaps on daytime tv he saw once or twice when he was little*

Michelle Morgan: "What do you mean, if she was lying, you wouldn't be here, Benny?" She rubs Sam's back lightly. Mistake made, apology given. All better in her eyes.

Benny Jones: *He looks to Michelle..* (qw)"My mother and me are close..."

Samantha Jacobs: She keeps her eyes averted as she listens to the discussion.

Silkie: Petting the kittens again.

Michelle Morgan: "I need more clarification then that, kiddo. How does the fact that you're clase mean that you wouldn't be here?"

Tansy: "Kiddo they wanna check like I have done in the past...that is all." she says as she aqyeezes his shoulders.

Benny Jones: (qw)"I'd still be in Utah..."

Michelle Morgan: "Why is that?" She remains warm and comforting, though the faintest hint of a frown shows her posture. Is the kid gonna give a clear answer with more then seven words on anything?

Tansy: Tansy remains quiet. She has tried to get mo0re than a scentance out of him at a time never happens. She gives Benny's shoulders another aqueeze.

Michelle Morgan: (("...faintest hint of frustration shows in her posture." If you edit a post, make sure you re-read it before you hit "post."))

Benny Jones: (qw)"It was her that told me to run.." *he leans against Tansy slightly...

Michelle Morgan: "Well, Benny, I know what you're saying, and I understand. But there's still always the possibility that there was another motive in mind. That's all we're saying...we want to check and make sure. It won't harm anyone."

Samantha Jacobs: "Run from what?" A hand raises to rub her chest idly.

Michelle Morgan: "The scene of the murder and Utah, Sam."

Tessa Nunn: She reaches up, twirling a paint stained finger in her dark hair absently. "You guys have super human powers. Can't you just divine the motives of this spirit?"

Samantha Jacobs: "Oh." A pause. And then she nods, lowering her head again. Duh.

Tansy: She looks around to everyone else in the room as she stays quiet.

Michelle Morgan: "Missing that particular power, Tessa. S'why I wanted to find someone who could. But I wanted Benny's permission to do so."

Benny Jones: (qw)"I feel the same comfort when she is around me as I have always felt..."

Tansy: She tilts her head to the side. "What do you mean?" she looks from Tessa to Michelle.

Michelle Morgan: "Spirits can fake that." She shrugs. "So, were is the question. Will you let us check her out or not, Benny?" She watches him, remaining calm and warm.

Terry O'Brian: *sighs, and he decides he'll try to contribute* "Look, this world is insane. If half of what I've been told is true, then I don't even trust myself anymore. Unless you're so confident in your own perceptions...and I can't see how you can be with all that seems to be real that shouldn't be...that you don't think that you COULD be deceived, then perhaps you should trust blindly. If there's ANY doubt in your mind as to your own complete infallability, it's best if someone else checks things to try to help make sure you're right."

Silkie: Listens to Benny, her curiosity growing.

Silkie: 8,4,7,7,

Benny Jones: (qw)"She wouldnt fake it..." *He goes quiet tears starting to show..

Samantha Jacobs: Her teeth grind together, and then she exhales. "Benny." Its quiet, if raspy. "We are not saying your mother would lie to you, or fake anything. Are you with me?" She looks at him.

Michelle Morgan: "All right, then, we won't check her out." She sighs and looks to Tansy. "I mean the ability to check spirits out. But since Benny doesn't want us to...I'll find him a mentor, no problem." Situation resolved.

Terry O'Brian: "Your mother wouldn't. You're right. But what about say...what's the singular of Nephandus? one of them? They might do it. Or for all I know a vampire could be doing it. Hell, for all you know, I'M doing it. All they want to do is actually confirm that it's your mother, and then, if this spirit/ghost/whatever actually is, it will be trustworthy."

Samantha Jacobs: A faint nod in Tansy's direction. Excatly.

Tansy: "I can see em but not talk to em." she looks to Benny seeing the tears and looks to Michelle, totally dissapointed that Benny couldn't trust themjust to check the spirit out, at least they asked. "Okay." she nods to Michelle.

Tessa Nunn: She looks between them all and frowns a bit, her eyes closing, hand lifting to rub her temple lightly.

Silkie: Her eyes flicker towards Michelle, then to Sam and Terry. And finally back to Benny.

Benny Jones: *Benny looks at Terry at the mention of Nephandus, then to the others again...* (( be a dead vamp by now if it was lol))

Silkie: Sam/Terry> "He loves her. Leave him alone."

Michelle Morgan: "Guys...don't push him. It's up to him. When he wants our help, he'll ask."

Samantha Jacobs: ((Err, Terry's direction)) A mumble to Michelle as she pushes off the wall.

Samantha Jacobs -> Michelle Morgan: "Going out. Be back later."

Michelle Morgan: "All right. See you later." She nods to Samantha, then looks back to the rest of them.

Silkie: "Bye Sam. Sorry if I scared you earlier. I wasn't going to hurt you."

Tansy: "Night Sam." she says to her.

Terry O'Brian: *gives a wave to Sam as she heads off*

Samantha Jacobs: The woman simply shrugs to Silkie. "Not that." And she strides out with not another word to anyone.

Tessa Nunn: She nods a bit and lets her hand fall. She looks over to Sam with a smile, "Night Sam."

Silkie: Nods as Sam departs.

Michelle Morgan: She looks around, sighing. "So, what's next on our group agenda, guys?"

Tansy: "Michelle I have two of my own questions for you...A. do you know if we are in the Treaty and B. Do you know of anyone who can help a person unlock memories?"

Benny Jones: *He wipes at his eyes and goes quiet..

Michelle Morgan: "Our status in the treaty depends from Chantry to Chantry, and for indidivudals, if you're not in a Chantry. I know Madame Ling's is not part of the Chantry...Haven is. The 4E, I don't know."

Tansy: She nibbles on her lip and nodsshe waits for the last part of her qyestion to be answered.

Michelle Morgan: "As far as someone unlocking memories...I can give it a try. I'm fairly skilled in matters of the Mind." She shrugs. "Why do you ask?"

Tessa Nunn: Tess holds up a hand.

Michelle Morgan: "S'up, Tessa?"

Benny Jones: *He tilts his head slightly looking between Michelle and Tansy...

Tansy: "I believe that I have shut outpart of my memory in regards to my own mothers murder 14 years ago. And I want to see if I did witness it or not to give me a better idea on what is after me."

Tessa Nunn: "Um. What's the treaty, and what chantry am I suposed to belong to?"

Silkie: Slides off the couch, holding her shirt out to support the kittens and moves to sit by Benny. "Want to hold a kitten?"

Tansy: Quaffle glares at the inferior cats as Silkie comes over.

Michelle Morgan: "The treaty, Tessa, is an agreement that prevents all supernatural individuals...mages, vampires, werepeople, and, uh, others...from attacking each other. So we mages can fight our battles, for example, but we leave the vampires along. And so on. As to Chantry...I still need to schedule that tour of Haven for you." A soft smile to the woman.

Benny Jones: *He glances to Silkie as she sits next to him, then shakes his head slightly as he looks back to Michelle and Tansy..

Silkie: Leans over to ruffle Quaffle's fur.

Tessa Nunn: She nods a bit and lowers her hand. "Sounds good."

Michelle Morgan: And Quaffle gets a look from Michelle that says 'You're a guest. Stow it.' Then she looks back to Tansy. "I can try to unearth those memories for you...I have to tell you, though. You may have buried them for a reason...you may not like what you find."

Tansy: Quaffle continues to Glare at the other cats, and hunches a bit. He glances up to Silkie and licks his lips.

Tansy: Quaffle looks to Michelle, and Meows. Tansy set's her jaw and nods. "I understand but it if get's me a step closer to understanding I need to do it."

Silkie: Mews at Quaf.

Michelle Morgan: She nods to Tansy. "All right. I'll see what I can do, then."

Tansy: She smiles to Michelle. "Thank you."

Tansy: Quaff blinks up at Silkie, then looks to Tansy, but remains silent.

Terry O'Brian: *just sits there quietly*

Silkie: Sits back and tickles the kittens, listening again as the infected speak.

Michelle Morgan: "All right." She finally moves to a seat, relaxing. "So, anything else business-related, guys?"

Tansy: She goes quiet and pet's Quaffle shooting him a look. and then hugging him to her, the dork butt.

Tessa Nunn: She shakes her head a bit.

Terry O'Brian: *raises his hand, but doesn't wait to be called* "So...what's a spirit?"

Michelle Morgan: "A spirit is a creature, not of flesh, but of spiritual energy, who exists in their own world, on the other side of what we call the Gauntlet. That world we call the Umbra. They can cross over from time to time."

Benny Jones: *Benny stays quiet, glance going to Quaffle for a moment then to Terry...

Tansy: She looks to Terry raising an eyebrow giving a look that days 'didn't we already cover this?' But she lets Michelle and Silkie fireld this one.

Terry O'Brian: "Ok...so you're saying is a spirit is a creature of spiritual energy? Umm...."

Michelle Morgan: "Correct."

Silkie: Remains quiet. It's not her job to tutor willworkers. Likely they don't see things the way she does anyway.

Terry O'Brian: "Doesn't that seem circular to you?"

Michelle Morgan: "No." She shrugs, with a smile. "Everyone has spiritual energy, Terry. You, me, Tessa, Silkie, Sprout, and so on. We also have physical form. Spirits do not."

Terry O'Brian: *looks rather confused*

Tansy: Quaffle nods to this and meows. Tansy bites her lip.

Tessa Nunn: (snugs all I gotta get going. Early work tomorrow!)

Terry O'Brian: (('night SG *waves*))

Tessa Nunn: She frowns as her backpack starts buzzing and digs out her phone. "Oh shit." She grins apologetically. "I'm late for a date."

Silkie: ((Night Tessa-p))

Tansy: ((*Huggles SG* Nighters hun))

Silkie: Glances at Quaffle, shamelessly eavesdropping.

Michelle Morgan: She smiles to Tessa. "Don't keep him or her waiting, hon. Lemme know how it goes...we'll hang out more regular-like later."

Tansy: "Goodnight Tessa." she smiles to her. "Have a good timeon your date."

Benny Jones: ((Laters))

*Benny looks between Michelle and Terry as they speak, glance going to Tessa, then back...

Tessa Nunn: She smiles to Michelle, "I will. And cool." She waves to 'everyone'. "Nice meeting you."

Tessa Nunn: And off she goes...

Silkie: Slips off the couch and slides the kittens into the warm spot she left behind.

Terry O'Brian: "Bye." *waves a bit to Tessa, still looking rather confused*

Silkie: "Bye Tessa."

Tansy: Tansy looks to Michelle. "You explained it well." she is trying not to giggle at how Quaff said it.

Michelle Morgan: She looks back to Terry. "All right. So, the spirit is the reflection of mankind's soul. In a lot of ways, the spirit is more truthful then the phsyical world. It's Dreaming. Where men dream of and do vile things, the spirit is corrupt. Where they dream of peace and love, those also bleed through to the spirit realm. And this all effects the spirits inside."

Silkie: Prowls towards the guitar like she's stalking prey.

Terry O'Brian: "O..k..." *he slowly nods, trying to absorb this, on top of everything else tonight*

Michelle Morgan: "So therefore, some spirits are positive, some are negative. All of them are just as real as anything you can see or touch here, though, whether a couch, a car, a building, or, say...a guitar."

Terry O'Brian: *nods again, silently*

Silkie: Slips the guitar off its stand, glancing back at Michelle when she says 'guitar' quite coincidentally, of course.

Tansy: Quaffle looks up to Tansy and meows. Tansy looks down to him then to Michelle. "Would you like some help or a demonstration." she rolls her eyes.

Michelle Morgan: "Unicorns. Nightmares. Dragons. Ghosts. Spirits of nature, love, hate, anger, peace, war, corruption, and redemption. All of that can be found in the Umbra, depending on how hard you look. Because it can all be found here, or could be, at one time. Have you been practicing, Silkie?" She hasn't looked away from Terry as she talks, and she slides that last sentance in like it was a logical conclusion to the sentance.

Benny Jones: ((brb))

Silkie: Settles on the floor with the guitar in her lap and plucks the strings.

Terry O'Brian: *he sort of nods nervously*

Silkie: "No, I don't have a guitar, but I'm practicing now."

Michelle Morgan: "Okay. I can get you a guitar, if you like."

Silkie: Blinks at Michelle. "Really?!"

Tansy: Quaffle jumps down off Tansy's lap and goes over to Terey and jumps up beside him. Looking at Terry.

Terry O'Brian: *looks down at Quaffle*

Michelle Morgan: "Of course, really." She smiles to Silkie. "I'm a rock singer, sweetie. I think I can get ahold of a guitar for you."

Silkie: "You sing to rocks?" Tilting her head curiously.

Tansy: She smiles over to Quaff and Terry then looks to Silkie." Rock is a catagory of music, like Country, Jazz, Pop, R&B, Techno, Clasical, etcra."

Benny Jones: *Benny glances from Michelle to Silkie as they speak, the slightest smile coming to his face to Silkie's question about singing to rocks...

Michelle Morgan: "Rock and roll, Silkie." She grins.

Terry O'Brian: *keeps watching Quaffle, who's watching him...it's like some sort of weird staring contest*

Silkie: Tansy> "Are you sure those are music?"

Tansy: Tansy nods to Silkie with a huge grin. "Yep, I am sure they are types of music."

Silkie: "Do rocks like, rock music? Is that where the name came from?" Still a little puzzled by it.

Benny Jones: *Benny looks between the others, then leans up and whispers to Tansy..

Quaffle: The cat finally yawns. "Are you going to blink any time soon?"

Terry O'Brian: *jumps and falls from his seat* "It talked!"

Tansy: Tansy looks puzzled by what Silkie asks, as she listens to Benny and then bursts out laughing at Quaffle.

Tansy: She gives Benny a hug. "Okay kiddo." she manages between her laughter.

Silkie: Glances towards Quaffle and grins.

Michelle Morgan: She looks over at Quaffle suddenly, blinking. Twice.

Benny Jones: *Benny glances in Quaffle's direction, then to Terry before looking back to Quaffle and smiles slightly more..

Quaffle: He looks at Michelle, then back to Terry. "Never mind. She blinked for herself, and you."

Terry O'Brian: *pulls himself to his feet* "You all heard that, right?"

Benny Jones: *He leans into the hug from Tansy, then makes sure his backpack is closed before standing...*

Tansy: Tansy is holding her sides as she laughs. She nods her head although she can't talk.

Michelle Morgan: "Ummm...yeah." She nods, slowly. "I heard that."

Benny Jones: *Benny nods and smiles slightly more...* (w)"I need to be going..."

Quaffle: "Mmmm, good. You can all hear. How nice for you." The cat looks quite put out be everyone's reaction to his talking, as it circles twice and then lays down.

Terry O'Brian: "Umm...did I miss a memo? Are cats supposed to talk, and there's just some conspiracy or other that makes them keep quiet?"

Silkie: Continues twanging dissonantly on the guitar, grinning. "Good night, Benny. Be safe."

Tansy: Tansy is trying so hard to catch her breath she already knew that Benny was leacing. "Terry he is a familiar...my familiar. A spirit in a cat's body."

Benny Jones: *Benny heads towards the door without another word, glance going in Quaffle's direction...

Terry O'Brian: *doesn't notice Benny leaving, rather preoccupied at the moment...mostly by being confused and rendered completely speechless*

Michelle Morgan: She looks from the cat to Benny, nodding. "Goodbye, Benny. I'll, ah..." She looks to the cat, then back to Benny. "See you later."

Tansy: Tansy wipes the tears from her eyes from laughing. "Michelle you didn't know?"

Benny Jones: *He glances to Michelle, then to Quaffle one last time before he disappears out the door... * ((*would stay longer* but my blasted leaflets have arrived late))

Michelle Morgan: "Told you, Tansy...not too great with the spirit stuff. I know about familiars, but didn't know Quaffle was one."

Tansy: She gives a wry grin. "Sorry shoudda said somethin earlier."

Terry O'Brian: "Ok...so these spirits...which are made out of something called spiritual energy...can take on bodies and be familiars...but doesn't that make them exactly like normal things? I mean, you said that we're both physical and spiritual..."

Quaffle: He looks up from his laying spot to look laconically at Terry. "Are you going to talk anytime soon, or is it limited to only one of us talking at a time?"

Quaffle: ((Insert post before Terry's, where it would make sense. :P))

Michelle Morgan: "Well, familiars are special situations. Yes, spirits can take normal, or even abnormal bodies, but it's not their natural form."

Terry O'Brian: *to Quaffle* "Look, I'm new to all this. Cut me some slack, the learning curve sucks enough as it is."

Quaffle: He considers Terry a moment, then nods in a magnanimous gesture. "You're forgiven."

Tansy: Tansy dissapears to the bathroom and returns a few minutes later while everyone is still getting used to Quaff. She returns to her seat on the couch kicking off her shoes and making herself comfortable.

Terry O'Brian: "Ok...so what exactly does a familiar do?"

Silkie: Yawwns. "Can I sleep with you tonight, Michelle?"

Michelle Morgan: She looks to Silkie. "You can stay here, yeah. I'm afraid I only share my bed with one person these days, though."

Tansy: "Well he has been like a companion, a guide sometimes...poinmts out dangers that I miss from timeto time...watches out for me and the like. I dunno about the rest of the familiars tho." she looks to Quaff for further info.

Terry O'Brian: *to Tansy* "Then what's he get out of it?"

Silkie: "Oh. Is your bed too small for three people?"

Tansy: "Magical energy." she says.

Quaffle: "A massive headache, most of the time..."

Terry O'Brian: "What do you mean by magical energy?" *he seems to have mostly recovered his composure*

Tansy: She gives a disgruntled look to Quaff. "Gee thanks."

Michelle Morgan: "No...well, yes, actually. But also, the person I share it with doesn't like sharing it with anyone other then me."

Silkie: "Do you sleep with Sam?"

Michelle Morgan: "Sam wouldn't appreciate it if I answered that question, Silkie." She smiles apologetically to the girl, then looks over to Terry. "Most mages call it Quintessence, Terry. You might have heard of Chi, or something along that lines. It's the energy that sustains life, and makes magic possible."

Tansy: She looks to Michelle then back to Terry. "It's what fules what we can do. It is all over and we can channel it. And Quaff feeds off it." she hopes she explained it well.

Terry O'Brian: *nods* "Gotcha. So how do I get my hands on the stuff?"

Michelle Morgan: Quaffle seems quite bored with the conversation, and is content to drift off to sleep for the moment. Damn cat naps.

Quaffle: ((Damn X-Posts))

Silkie: "Is she afraid of people?"

Michelle Morgan: "Not really. She's just a very private person."

Tansy: "Well there are points of this energy that you can draw someof it into you. And us use some of it to fule your magic, helps your magic really, and then it returns it to the world."

Silkie: "She always behaves sort of strange around me. Do you think I make her nervous?"

Terry O'Brian: "Ok...and how much is it worth?"

Tansy: She raises an eyebow. "Worth? as in monetary value?"

Silkie: Sets the guitar back on the stand.

Michelle Morgan: "Everyone has it flowing through them, Terry. It collects in certain places, which we call nodes. It's gathered up by your Muse, and you probably have some already. It has no monetary value, because you can't sell it, really."

Terry O'Brian: "What? If it's as important a resource as you claim it is, why can't you sell it? Sounds like it could even be fairly lucrative to do so."

Michelle Morgan: Silkie> "I think you're a very wonderful person, Silkie. You'd have made a great member of the Cult of Ecstacy, my magical tradition. You are so up front and open about everything, and Sam isn't. That's why she's nervous around you, because she's not used to people who are that open."

Quaffle: "Sell it?" His head quirks up, and he turns baneful eyes to Terry. "Do you think if it was as limitless as, say gasoline, that those like me would enter into familiar pacts, just to get it? It's rare, and hard-fought. If you find a producer of Quintessence, you do NOT start selling it off." Yes, the cat looks mightily offended. Of course, he IS a cat, so that may have something to do with it.

Tansy: She blinks at Quaff, well he did say it pretty well.

Terry O'Brian: "I don't see why not." *shrugs* "Sounds kind of like what you and Tansy are doing then. You're helping her out in exchange for the stuff. I just figure that if you can find someone who won't use it against you and who has money, you could make a deal like that instead."

Silkie: Smiles at the unexpected compliment then looks a little worried, because it sounds like mageliness is contagious. "I don't want to be a mage."

Quaffle: "These Orphans..." He shakes his head, settling back down. "No wonder the Ascension War was lost."

Michelle Morgan: "Terry, Quintessence in any physical form is a very difficult thing to find, and is far more valuable then any amount of money at all. Selling it for money happens from time to time, but most of the time, it's not done, because believe me, when you need it, you'll be happy you didn't sell it."

Tansy: "Hey now." she says to Quaffle. then looks to Terry. "If the person isn't a mage, they would habe no use for it, they why sell it in the fist place? And if they are a mage then they can learn to see and get this on their own, so there again you wouldn't be able to sell it to them either."

Terry O'Brian: "Ok. So no market. Got it. Why didn't anyone say that in the first place? And what's the Ascension War?"

Michelle Morgan: "And don't worry, Silkie, you won't become a mage. You're entirely special in your own way. Only regular people Awaken like that. But you would have been a great Ecstatic anyway." She grins Silkie's way.

Silkie: Hopes she didn't get any mage cooties on her with so many of them around.

Tansy: Tansy looks to Silkie. "I like you just the way you are Silk." she smiles and then looks back to Terry. "It is the war between us and the Union."

Silkie: Looks relieved. "Oh good... I like me the way I am." Smiles. "I like you, too."

Terry O'Brian: *nods* "Gotcha. Which reminds me. We really need to go do something. Jeff was saying the other day about they have all sorts of weapons he'd been hoarding...something needs to be done about that."

Silkie: Then grins at Tansy. "And you too."

Tansy: Another bright smile to Silkie and a slightly questioning look to Terry. "Who?"

Michelle Morgan: "Remember how I told you about how the Technocracy have tried to destroy us, and we fought back to defend ourselves? That was the Ascension War. We used to be much stronger and organized, but the arrogance of our more powerful members and the efforts of the Union pretty well crushed that."

Terry O'Brian: "Jeff...he's this guy I met. Michelle knows him I think. He used to have a lot of weapons, but then the Union took them. He had to disappear for a bit, and I think that we should at least try to deny the Union those weapons..."

Michelle Morgan: "We probably should do something." She frowns, considering. "We'll have to organize something. I'll see what resources I can pull together."

Silkie: Looks at Terry. "You want to attack the Union and get the weapons back?"

Tansy: she looks entirely puzzled as to who Terry is talking about. "Okay."

Terry O'Brian: "I don't especially care about getting them back...that'd be good too. But we should destroy them if we can't reclaim them."

Tansy: She takes a deep breath and looks over to Michelle. "Umm when would be a good time for you to help me with the whole memory thing?" she sounds a bit egar to get it over and done with really.

Silkie: Did he say WE?

Tansy: She looks over to Terry then Michelle. "I will help where I can, but I am not going to be going into any fights I am sorry."

Silkie: Stares at Terry like he's lost his mind.

Michelle Morgan: "Of course not, Tansy. I wouldn't expect you to, for obvious reasons."

Terry O'Brian: *shrugs* "Fine. Hell, I'm willing to go alone if someone gives me a flashlight and a map...and I can bend on the flashlight."

Michelle Morgan: "Terry, Tansy is pregnant. If you'd like to drag a woman with child on an attack mission, be my guest." Yes, she's saying 'be my guest' in a way that makes it clear that it's NOT happening.

Tansy: She nods to Michelle and remains quiet, If that is going to stop her also from finding out what she has trapped in her memories. "Yeah." she murmers.

Terry O'Brian: "I didn't suggest she come, nor did I suggest that I'd drag her along."

Tansy: She gives a wry grin to Terry, like they were meeting for the first time at a AA meeting.

Silkie: "I think I'd better go." Heading towards the door. "Bye everyone." She is not getting dragged into anything that involves the union.

Terry O'Brian: "Bye" *gives Silkie a little wave.*

Tansy: "Night Silkie take care and I will see ya around." she waves and smiles to her.

Michelle Morgan: "No, but you're implying that no one is willing to help, and responding with the idea that you'll go alone to take down an adversary in a mission that would be suicide. It's sarcastic, serves no point beyond to point out that you're upset, and quite frankly, comments like that don't help. Stop it, please." She's not saying it with anger, merely advising.

Silkie: "I'll come visit you, Tansy. Thanks for the chocolate Michelle."

Michelle Morgan: "Bye, Silkie." She gets up and heads to the girl, giving her a hug. "I'll see you later, sweetie, okay?"

Silkie: "Night Quaffle. Try not to kill yourself Terry."

Silkie: Gives Michelle a warm hug. "Okay."

Quaffle: "Good night, Silkie." He doesn't lift his head...merely saying good night was an honor in and of itself.

Tansy: She smiles and nods to Silkie nivvling on her lower lip slightly from what Michelle said.

Terry O'Brian: *to Silkie* "I have no intention of killing myself." *to those who're remaining* "Fine, I won't. But it might be the best idea for me to go alone. I've broken into buildings before, and I can disappear rather quickly when I have to."

Silkie: Slips out the door and is gone. ((Night all, thanks for a great scene!))

Tansy: ((Night Silkie-p*Hugs*))

Terry O'Brian: ((g'night! *waves*))

Michelle Morgan: "Terry, imagine the best security you've ever POSSIBLY heard of. Now, push it further, to the the things you see in science fiction. Push it a touch more for good measure. That's what the Union probably has up."

Michelle Morgan: ((Night, Silkie-P! *Hugzes*))

Tansy: "But you would be going in not knowing how many people were in there and with abilities that can boggle the mind if they have the place. It is just best that working together is easier and if you got hurt who would know? It is really for the best that others get involved."

Terry O'Brian: "So...you're telling me that it's hopeless before trying? If the security is that good, then an attack is as hopeless as sabotage is."

Michelle Morgan: "No, I'm just saying we need to seriously plan, and use our own talents to take advantage of what we have. And that you shouldn't go alone."

Tansy: "It's not hopeless." she shakes her head. "Just cause something is difficult doesn't mean that it cannot be done...look at us if we gave up cause thinking that magic was impossible then we would never have awakened."

Terry O'Brian: "Ok. But whatever happens, we should try to do it before they attack again like they did last weekend. From what I hear, it was dumb luck that there was a warning in time to get everyone running."

Terry O'Brian: "You're bouncing back and forth now. First the security is insurmountable, and then we can beat it if we all work together...there's a difference there."

Tansy: She looks to Michelle. "I only know that something went down last weekend. But is it true?" Is suddenly glad that she had been how she was orelse she would have been wandering out there, when it happened.

Michelle Morgan: "No, I'm saying the security is insurmountable for a newly-Awakened mage who's still new to magic period, much less what the Technocracy has in their pocket."

Terry O'Brian: "Then teach me what I need to know." *like its the simplest thing in the world*

Michelle Morgan: "I will. We'll start soon." She nods. "And we'll all work together on this Technocracy thing. All right?"

Terry O'Brian: "Gotcha." *nods*

Tansy: "It takes time, it is not as simple as saying just flip on the light switch. It's like learning something in school it takes time, different for each person, I know I am learning it took me a while to learn entropy....I am now learning something else now, but that took me like a month of study to learn just the basics and grasp it."

Terry O'Brian: "What's entropy?"

Tansy: "Fate, chance, the wheel od life. in the construction and distruction of things." she smiles.

Terry O'Brian: "Ahh...ok."

Tansy: "I can try and show ya if you like." she says to Terry.

Terry O'Brian: "What, like...now?"

Michelle Morgan: She's quiet, watching them, eyebrow quirked in interest.

Tansy: She nods her head. "I am not gonna teach ya cause I do things way different than everyone else, but I can show you what I am talking about, If Michelle has an empty glass bottle, or a glass she doesn't like anymore."

Terry O'Brian: "Well, Michelle said she would teach me."

Tansy: She nods her head. "Okay." she smiles and let Michelle handel showing what can be done. "Well Michelle let me know when you can help me with that memory thing. I dun wanna let it wait any longer than it has just in case."

Michelle Morgan: "Of course, Tansy. I'll give you a call soon. Just gotta prep myself, is all."

Terry O'Brian: "I should be going...it's getting early again. I'll be back sometime later this week."

Tansy: She nods her head. "Not a problem." she stands up and slides her backpack on. "Common Qyaff it's time to go on home. Take it easy Terry and I will see you around."

Michelle Morgan: "All right, Terry. I'll see you both later."

Michelle Morgan: Quaffle gets up and stretches, then looks at Terry and Michelle severely. "Please do a favor, and do NOT go around talking about the talking cat, please." He moves to follow Tansy.

Terry O'Brian: *stands up and puts his coat back on, and letting his arcane slip back on as he does so*

Tansy: she smirks at Quaffle "Night Michelle." and she heads on home. ((thanks guys for the scene.))

Terry O'Brian: *nods to Quaffle* "Of course not." *turns to Michelle* "Good night." *he slips out the door shortly after Tansy and Quaffle* ((g'night, thanks for the RP!))

Michelle Morgan: "Wouldn't dream of it, furball," she responds dryly to the cat.

Michelle Morgan: ((Night, guys!))