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itsjustabaddream) wrote in ph_logs2024-10-01 07:02 pm
[Ocularum] Know that if you hide, it doesn't go away.
Who: Dr. Neil West (itsjustabaddream) & YOU!
What: Ocularum meeting, post-gala
When: Late September, shortly after Dahlia's birthday
Where: West Dream Analytics
Warning(s): None, unless marked in specific tags!
The morning before the meeting, Neil has his office hours closed for the day, his "waiting room" set up for entertaining instead. He's made a lovely brunch that includes mimosas and has all sorts of literature set out about demons and magic, including a great deal of his own notes. Nothing quite like an academic brunch with a new friend to get one's spirits up! And Neil has, admittedly, been a bit lonely.
Once everyone has gathered and the appointed time chimes, Neil will lead everyone past the threshold of his catty-cornered desks and open door frame, past his treatment office and living space, down into his basement.
Red wallpaper lines the walls and dark hardwood paves the way. The walls of the room are full of arcane artifacts and scientific or magical equipment, as well as shelves and shelves of books on the occult. In the center of the room, there is a table with an array of chairs all around. Neil takes a seat at the head, expecting everyone to gather 'round. "Alright, so let's lay out what we know."
[ Any information under this prompt becomes publicly available to all Ocularum members. You can make an OTA/mingle type thing but please limit these because I get all those notifications to Neil's inbox which can quickly evolve into a clusterfuck because I start getting confused on which ones are actually for Neil. Basically Neil is just giving everyone a chance to talk, is how this works. ]
As the meeting adjourns, and people are filing out, Neil pulls Jon aside. "Oh, Jon, before you leave--- I needed to ask you something."
Neil is always available privately during office hours, phone call, or sending stone. Feel free to follow up with him.
itsjustabaddream) & YOU!What: Ocularum meeting, post-gala
When: Late September, shortly after Dahlia's birthday
Where: West Dream Analytics
Warning(s): None, unless marked in specific tags!
Find me standing all alone.
[ Before the meeting, closed to Felix Gaeta. ]The morning before the meeting, Neil has his office hours closed for the day, his "waiting room" set up for entertaining instead. He's made a lovely brunch that includes mimosas and has all sorts of literature set out about demons and magic, including a great deal of his own notes. Nothing quite like an academic brunch with a new friend to get one's spirits up! And Neil has, admittedly, been a bit lonely.
Open-Eyed.
[ Meeting. ]Once everyone has gathered and the appointed time chimes, Neil will lead everyone past the threshold of his catty-cornered desks and open door frame, past his treatment office and living space, down into his basement.
Red wallpaper lines the walls and dark hardwood paves the way. The walls of the room are full of arcane artifacts and scientific or magical equipment, as well as shelves and shelves of books on the occult. In the center of the room, there is a table with an array of chairs all around. Neil takes a seat at the head, expecting everyone to gather 'round. "Alright, so let's lay out what we know."
[ Any information under this prompt becomes publicly available to all Ocularum members. You can make an OTA/mingle type thing but please limit these because I get all those notifications to Neil's inbox which can quickly evolve into a clusterfuck because I start getting confused on which ones are actually for Neil. Basically Neil is just giving everyone a chance to talk, is how this works. ]
Burn the page.
[ End of meeting, closed to Jon Sims. ]As the meeting adjourns, and people are filing out, Neil pulls Jon aside. "Oh, Jon, before you leave--- I needed to ask you something."
My little dark age.
[ Post-Meeting Wildcard ]Neil is always available privately during office hours, phone call, or sending stone. Feel free to follow up with him.
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There's only a beat of thought before she answers, "Tea, thank you," though there's a much more complicated train of thought behind the decision than could probably be called normal.
(Connie never had been a big fan of coffee, but CT learned to tolerate a lot of things and some of those things became deeply entangled in the person that 'CT' represents.)
As she sits down, she asks: "Have you heard about Chief Constable Kilbride stepping down?"
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As it stands, though, he assumes she was just deciding, and hoists the tea puppy to the coffee table with little more thought before presenting it with a teacup to fill for her.
"Indeed I did. She promoted Agrupnin. I can't say I'm pleased, but it doesn't surprise me that the officials of law enforcement continue to represent the ruling class even as they literally cannibalize us," Neil grumbles. "At least I know you and Valdis are on the right side of things. And Crichton, now."
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"It is a relief to have actual allies among the otherworlders on staff," she agrees, genuinely. Valdis and Crichton remain some of the few people she almost trusts, in different ways and for different reasons but both affirmed further by them throwing their lot in with the Ocularum. "But Cerrit's promotion does— concern me, for reasons I hesitated to bring up in front of the whole group. There's more to his allegiance to Ms. Leeds than most people know."
Maybe she should have shared it with everyone, really. But there's still something in her, whether that's information security considerations or whatever fragmented trust she'd started to form in Cerrit, that couldn't quite justify it.