The Infinity Chantry

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This proud Victorian-style manor stands in the city's residential area. No one knows it's exact location as the manor seems to find those it deems worthy of entry rather than the other way around. Past the wrought metal gates a stone path threads its way up to the wooden porch and the house's main door. A sign reads "Infinity Club: Members Only". On the gate itself, a "Wet Paint" sign "coincidentally" turns aside those with only casual interest in the structure. Stepping inside brings one into the mansion's entry hall, which has been converted into a small club. A scattering of tables, chairs and couches offer places to relax and talk, while a well-stocked bar, a jukebox and a dartboard offer other distractions. Beyond them all a number of warded doorways and staircases lead deeper into the manor proper. (Tradition Magi and Allies only)

There is somebody else here The most recent statement was made 1 minutes ago.

Luke (Custos): *He checks if the cord is long enough; if it isn't, he will have to search out an extension*

Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): *he hums along with the strumming while Luke is off hunting*

Luke (Custos): *He finally gets it plugged in, after crawling around on hands and knees to find the outlet. And then he comes back, scratching his nose* "Come on, man. Let's get you upstairs. You're going to, like, pass out at any time, man, and I'll have to carry you when you do."

Luke (Custos): "So, like, give my back a break, man, too young for a hernia, and, like.... come along quietly." *A grin*

Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): *When Luke finally tracks down an extension cord. Jarrod has gotten off the piano while he crawls around to find plugs and left the guitar behind, though he still looks unstable. He puts a slice of pizza in his mouth and collects the rest of his glass of Horchata as he's shuffling his way toward the stairs. He makes noises around the food, probably complaining, but is too busy chewing to protest much, and he can't bite as threatened with his mouth full.*

Luke (Custos): *And does Jarrod really want to find out if he might find the Custos' teeth latched onto him back? Safer not to, probably. He accompanies, to make sure Jarrod gets to his wing safely*

Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): (((GONE WITH THE SIN)))

Rayne ~Tesla~ Preston: Rayne slips out of her room, meaning to stalk to the kitchen and perhaps find a snack. She is simply dressed in a long loose dress, barefoot and long dark hair hanging free over her shoulders. It has a few braids in it, thin and random, but stylish.

Nick Farrell -Cultist-: *The kitchen still calls to him. He doesn't look angry, per se. Calm, if anything. Lazy-eyed. Maybe he's been smoking. And a big pot of some sort of noodley meaty veggie disaster is on the stovetop. A little more soy sauce.*

Rayne ~Tesla~ Preston: She can smell the food cooking, but isnt sure what it is. She leans against the doorpost and watches him. She is pretty sure he knows she is there, but she waits with speaking. Is he angry? Tired? Is he hurting? Can she help? Or should she poke at it and make it worse... no.. stop that, Rayne.. She smiles as she watches. Maybe he shouldnt cook while high? Then she clears her throat.

Nick Farrell -Cultist-: *He raises his chin, and looks back.* Rayne. I made pancit.

Nick Farrell -Cultist-: *This... makes it clear. The recipe is apparently made to feed fifty. Rice noodles, meat and veggies. And a pot without meat in it.*

Rayne ~Tesla~ Preston: "Pan..what? oh.. " Rayne shifts closer, bare feet soundless on the floor, the fabric of her soft dress rustling a little. "Are we expecting guests?"

Nick Farrell -Cultist-: Naw, but... you know. Filipino recipes. Prepare for a huge army. *He grins.* You're out. That's cool. Y'wanna try some?

Rayne ~Tesla~ Preston: Rayne snickers.. to what might be hard to interpret. "Sure, I can try some. It isnt spicey, is it?" Now she is up beside him, looking at what he is doing. If he moves and she seems to be in the way, she will fluidly step aside. "Of course I am out.. and so are you! how's that for coincidence."

Nick Farrell -Cultist-: No, not at all. Pretty bland, but I tried to get some more flavor. Still... bland to me, but tasty. *He scoops up some of the mess into a bowl.* It's a weird concidence. You okay?

Rayne ~Tesla~ Preston: "I trust your taste buds." She smirks and accepts the bowl, finding something to eat with as well. "...well..we are weird people... yeah, im alright.. why?" Not thinking as she answers and fires off the question, halts herself and rolls her eyes and nods, now having her mouth full of food , being unable to speak. "mmh.. hmmhmmmhmmmh."

Nick Farrell -Cultist-: It's simple. But good. Cheap, too. I mean, after the fight.

Rayne ~Tesla~ Preston: Rayne nods while chewing and is finally able to speak. "Well.. it is good!.. and.. i dont remember anything, y'know.. Just.. blank." She shrugs, moving to lean her behind against a counter where she is out of the way while eating. "Sure, waking up in the medbay with pain and blood everywhere was... unpleasant."

Nick Farrell -Cultist-: Yeah. *He grins.* Tell me about it. *He gets himself a bowl together as well. The meat stuff, as he heads out to the main room.* Still. Healed up nicely.

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Here with ornate chairs set around a large circular wooden table, the Mages of the Infinity Chantry discuss the affairs of Magic.
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A slowly flickering streetlight illuminates this dark street. All roads though town lead to this main road. Shadowy figures dart in and out of alleyways, and only the brave or foolish remain here long.

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