Mage World: Meadeport, Oregon 2
The Council of Nine decided to send groups of young mages to smaller population areas to see if they can change the local paradigms in favor of the Traditions. It is a grassroots Ascension effort in the real world. One of these groups was sent to Meadeport, Oregon and this is their story.
Paintscribe (Jessica) as Gwen Llewellyn, a Verbena who uses sex magic for healing and has a thumb as green as a patch of clover.
Wickedthought (John) as Vitner Hague, the alcoholic Euthanatos who is the owner and guardian of the gun that started World War I.
116degrees (Dan) as Lyon Rex, a Cult of Ecstasy with the same way with the ladies and sense of poetry and music as his Avatar in the mirror, Jim Morrison.
Michael as Damien, the Virtual Adept who believes in upgrading this world to make it easier to move everyone to Reality 2.0 on the Net.
and introducing:
Wunderworks (Ben) as Malcolm, the Order of Hermes who is looking for the theory of everything on orders of his pushy avatar.
Part Two:
Lyon frowned at Vitner then asked for some lucky numbers. On the way back, the boys dropped a lottery ticket at the home of the dead father. It would give the family enough money to get by without him. Gwen walked aimlessly, spitting out her anger for some time before her thoughts turned to the guy’s family. Remembering Vitner had said the father’s name, she looked the address up in the book.
It was early night and the air was getting cold. Gwen lay down in the backyard lawn and felt for the little girls’ minds. The upset feelings swirled inside of them but she was able to highlight something they enjoyed, something that would bring them out of the dark times. The mother was deep in a fog of alcoholism and harder to reach. Gwen felt through the confused feelings and finally touched on thoughts of the daughters. She left a mark on those thoughts so they would return to the surface more often and tumbled back to her own head. It was morning and mist crawled along the grass where she lay. Feeling hung-over from the time in the mother’s mind, Gwen got a taxi back to the house. When she walked in, Vitner offered eggs to eat. Gwen frowned at him.
During the week, the cabal settled in. Lyon filled the common room and basement with thrift store furniture. This gave him more time to talk to Mary.
Gwen went out to find the local prostitutes. The one she talked to the longest was named Hannah. She was a middle-aged woman who liked fake fur and did her own nails in beautiful intricate designs. Hannah mentioned a lady named Old Betty who can keep you out of the family way for cheaper than Planned Parenthood. She also said that there were about six or so ladies around town and the pickings from the colleges made life easy for them.
Lyon was struck with the idea of selling jell-o shots at the Friday party. Jonesie was given the task as a rush test and told that if he builds a bar in the basement, it will be easier. Gwen offered to help Jonesie since she has some experience with woodworking. As they checked over the wood that he had found so far, she was dismayed. It was a bunch of plywood and garish logs that would be only used in landscaping. With a shake of her head, Gwen suggested that they go out and find some better stuff. Jonesie looked like a kicked puppy but agreed. While they were out, Vitner turned the bad stack of wood into pure cedar. Gwen and Jonesie came back to find not only could they build a bar but a wardrobe and trunk as well out of good wood. Jonesie scratched his head over the cedar but decided that saying something might make him fail the test.
Friday arrived and the party grew quickly into a crowd. Mary left her sister and friends at home to be by herself with Lyon. Neither of them gave much attention to the art film being screened on the wall in the common room as they talked about deep ideas. Jonesie sold jello shots down in the rec room. Damien kept an eye on the projector since the students who had been posting obsessively on forums about his stereo setup were wandering nearby. And Gwen was out in the kitchen making edibles from her garden goods.
Once the supply of veggies ran out, she wandered through the party, letting the emotions of the crowd wash over her. Closing her eyes, Gwen reached out mentally for someone who needed the healing that she could provide. When she opened them, there was a man in the shadow of the front door. He looked directly at her and in her mind she heard the question, “Who are you?”
The guy moved into the house and his face came out of the shadow like a rising moon. His eyes, outlined in black liner, looked Gwen up and down. She pretended not to notice that his question has been in her mind and said her name out loud.
The man’s smile was tinged with confusion. He produced a black rose from his jacket sleeve. “My name is Cameron Von Kott, but you can call me The Midnight Cat. I’m a deejay. No doubt, you’ve heard me on the Old Chuck radio or been to one of my shows.”
Gwen smiled and tucked the rose behind her ear as Cameron wandered deeper into the party. Vitner got a personal card with the stage name and show times on it when Cameron met him near the beer kegs. After Cameron moved on to a gaggle of girls, Vitner beckoned to Damien. He knew something was odd about the Goth deejay but could not put his finger on it.
Damien was talking to another new guy in the house, a man named Malcolm. He preferred to be called Mal and was sent to this house to learn all he could about other mages to fit them into his theory of everything. When Mal said he was sent there, Damien assumed he meant by the Council and offered that there were plenty of rooms available. Mal smiled and took his bags upstairs as his pushy Avatar poked him about the theory. Gwen waved to him as she took a football player from Old Chuck into her room. Tomorrow morning, the footballer would leave not knowing that his undetected brain tumor had disappeared overnight.
When Mal came back down, the three boys decided to check out “the Goth” to make sure he was not a threat to the cabal. They stopped Cameron as he reached the front door. As Cameron explained he’d really love to chat but he needed to make it back in time for his show at midnight, Vitner made a smart remark about pumpkins and glass shoes. Cameron ran a light touch across the minds of the three men around him and figured out that they were fellow Awakened. Having not met another mage in person, he made more excuses and fled to his studio to think about having others in town.
As the party wound down, Jonesie tapped Mal on the shoulder. “We need to talk about this frat since we’re fellow rushes. Man, they are a weird bunch and there was this time with some wood…”
Vitner appeared over Jonesie shoulder, startling him into silence.
“Wood is wood. You can clean up tomorrow morning. For now, go to bed.“ Vitner said to Jonesie. Turning to Mal, he said, “I need someone to drive me to get more liquor. Can you?” Mal nodded.
They got up late on Saturday and got Jonesie out of the way running errands. The mages sat around the kitchen table and talked about setting up some wards to keep the chantry space safe. It was this talk that made them realize that the Council did not send Mal. He was moved to come here by his Avatar. Gwen put on her glasses and took a good look at Mal to see if he is lying. She got an image of two mirrors facing each other so that they go on forever in both directions and in the mirrors is the goal of finding an ultimate equation for Ascension. It is decided that Mal has a common interest with the group and can stay pending approval from the Council. Damien will email his contact to get that approval as soon as possible.
The warding ritual they worked out will alarm those in the chantry if most supernatural creatures enter the premises and completely seal off the third floor and attic to anyone not in the chantry.
In a coffee shop, several students sprawled among the oversized chairs and a stuffed couch around a table full of mugs. They talked about making a club to figure out the stereo wiring at the new fraternity called (Mighty Mighty) Brick House. With the world outside turning stormy grey and the smell of roasting coffee and yellow lamplight inside, they are a snuggly bunch of mice. After a bit of debate, the club was named the Super 8V Club. It was decided that at the next party, a few of them would distract the guy named Damien and others would take some pictures with their cell phones of the actual wiring. Then they could talk about it in more specific terms.
The storm felt like a thousand dark fingers pressing down on the skin. The Brick House doorbell rang. It was Hannah, who smelled like watery perfume and damp fur. The latter was due to her blue fur coat that matched her newly done nails. She told Gwen that Pete wanted to meet her.
It turned out that Pete was the owner of the dive bar on the docks called No Water. Hannah explained that he offered protection to all the pros in town in exchange for a small price. Pete Longson looked like a Viking with the smile of a sad clown. He wore a sweater knit in a pattern of pine trees. He shook Gwen’s hand gently. Hannah was happy to show Gwen what Pete’s price was and he cut into her wrist, letting a little blood run into a highball glass from the bar. With a kiss, Pete healed Hannah’s wrist. He looked at Gwen as he sipped from the glass.
“All I ask is that you consider the offer of protection. And that you keep its cost a secret whether you choose to take me up on it or not. “ Pete said. Gwen promised to think about it and keep the secret until they talk further.
Part one can be found here: An Overhead Shot of a Forest
Don't touch that mystic dial. More episodes coming soon.
Paintscribe (Jessica) as Gwen Llewellyn, a Verbena who uses sex magic for healing and has a thumb as green as a patch of clover.
Wickedthought (John) as Vitner Hague, the alcoholic Euthanatos who is the owner and guardian of the gun that started World War I.
116degrees (Dan) as Lyon Rex, a Cult of Ecstasy with the same way with the ladies and sense of poetry and music as his Avatar in the mirror, Jim Morrison.
Michael as Damien, the Virtual Adept who believes in upgrading this world to make it easier to move everyone to Reality 2.0 on the Net.
and introducing:
Wunderworks (Ben) as Malcolm, the Order of Hermes who is looking for the theory of everything on orders of his pushy avatar.
Part Two:
Lyon frowned at Vitner then asked for some lucky numbers. On the way back, the boys dropped a lottery ticket at the home of the dead father. It would give the family enough money to get by without him. Gwen walked aimlessly, spitting out her anger for some time before her thoughts turned to the guy’s family. Remembering Vitner had said the father’s name, she looked the address up in the book.
It was early night and the air was getting cold. Gwen lay down in the backyard lawn and felt for the little girls’ minds. The upset feelings swirled inside of them but she was able to highlight something they enjoyed, something that would bring them out of the dark times. The mother was deep in a fog of alcoholism and harder to reach. Gwen felt through the confused feelings and finally touched on thoughts of the daughters. She left a mark on those thoughts so they would return to the surface more often and tumbled back to her own head. It was morning and mist crawled along the grass where she lay. Feeling hung-over from the time in the mother’s mind, Gwen got a taxi back to the house. When she walked in, Vitner offered eggs to eat. Gwen frowned at him.
During the week, the cabal settled in. Lyon filled the common room and basement with thrift store furniture. This gave him more time to talk to Mary.
Gwen went out to find the local prostitutes. The one she talked to the longest was named Hannah. She was a middle-aged woman who liked fake fur and did her own nails in beautiful intricate designs. Hannah mentioned a lady named Old Betty who can keep you out of the family way for cheaper than Planned Parenthood. She also said that there were about six or so ladies around town and the pickings from the colleges made life easy for them.
Lyon was struck with the idea of selling jell-o shots at the Friday party. Jonesie was given the task as a rush test and told that if he builds a bar in the basement, it will be easier. Gwen offered to help Jonesie since she has some experience with woodworking. As they checked over the wood that he had found so far, she was dismayed. It was a bunch of plywood and garish logs that would be only used in landscaping. With a shake of her head, Gwen suggested that they go out and find some better stuff. Jonesie looked like a kicked puppy but agreed. While they were out, Vitner turned the bad stack of wood into pure cedar. Gwen and Jonesie came back to find not only could they build a bar but a wardrobe and trunk as well out of good wood. Jonesie scratched his head over the cedar but decided that saying something might make him fail the test.
Friday arrived and the party grew quickly into a crowd. Mary left her sister and friends at home to be by herself with Lyon. Neither of them gave much attention to the art film being screened on the wall in the common room as they talked about deep ideas. Jonesie sold jello shots down in the rec room. Damien kept an eye on the projector since the students who had been posting obsessively on forums about his stereo setup were wandering nearby. And Gwen was out in the kitchen making edibles from her garden goods.
Once the supply of veggies ran out, she wandered through the party, letting the emotions of the crowd wash over her. Closing her eyes, Gwen reached out mentally for someone who needed the healing that she could provide. When she opened them, there was a man in the shadow of the front door. He looked directly at her and in her mind she heard the question, “Who are you?”
The guy moved into the house and his face came out of the shadow like a rising moon. His eyes, outlined in black liner, looked Gwen up and down. She pretended not to notice that his question has been in her mind and said her name out loud.
The man’s smile was tinged with confusion. He produced a black rose from his jacket sleeve. “My name is Cameron Von Kott, but you can call me The Midnight Cat. I’m a deejay. No doubt, you’ve heard me on the Old Chuck radio or been to one of my shows.”
Gwen smiled and tucked the rose behind her ear as Cameron wandered deeper into the party. Vitner got a personal card with the stage name and show times on it when Cameron met him near the beer kegs. After Cameron moved on to a gaggle of girls, Vitner beckoned to Damien. He knew something was odd about the Goth deejay but could not put his finger on it.
Damien was talking to another new guy in the house, a man named Malcolm. He preferred to be called Mal and was sent to this house to learn all he could about other mages to fit them into his theory of everything. When Mal said he was sent there, Damien assumed he meant by the Council and offered that there were plenty of rooms available. Mal smiled and took his bags upstairs as his pushy Avatar poked him about the theory. Gwen waved to him as she took a football player from Old Chuck into her room. Tomorrow morning, the footballer would leave not knowing that his undetected brain tumor had disappeared overnight.
When Mal came back down, the three boys decided to check out “the Goth” to make sure he was not a threat to the cabal. They stopped Cameron as he reached the front door. As Cameron explained he’d really love to chat but he needed to make it back in time for his show at midnight, Vitner made a smart remark about pumpkins and glass shoes. Cameron ran a light touch across the minds of the three men around him and figured out that they were fellow Awakened. Having not met another mage in person, he made more excuses and fled to his studio to think about having others in town.
As the party wound down, Jonesie tapped Mal on the shoulder. “We need to talk about this frat since we’re fellow rushes. Man, they are a weird bunch and there was this time with some wood…”
Vitner appeared over Jonesie shoulder, startling him into silence.
“Wood is wood. You can clean up tomorrow morning. For now, go to bed.“ Vitner said to Jonesie. Turning to Mal, he said, “I need someone to drive me to get more liquor. Can you?” Mal nodded.
They got up late on Saturday and got Jonesie out of the way running errands. The mages sat around the kitchen table and talked about setting up some wards to keep the chantry space safe. It was this talk that made them realize that the Council did not send Mal. He was moved to come here by his Avatar. Gwen put on her glasses and took a good look at Mal to see if he is lying. She got an image of two mirrors facing each other so that they go on forever in both directions and in the mirrors is the goal of finding an ultimate equation for Ascension. It is decided that Mal has a common interest with the group and can stay pending approval from the Council. Damien will email his contact to get that approval as soon as possible.
The warding ritual they worked out will alarm those in the chantry if most supernatural creatures enter the premises and completely seal off the third floor and attic to anyone not in the chantry.
In a coffee shop, several students sprawled among the oversized chairs and a stuffed couch around a table full of mugs. They talked about making a club to figure out the stereo wiring at the new fraternity called (Mighty Mighty) Brick House. With the world outside turning stormy grey and the smell of roasting coffee and yellow lamplight inside, they are a snuggly bunch of mice. After a bit of debate, the club was named the Super 8V Club. It was decided that at the next party, a few of them would distract the guy named Damien and others would take some pictures with their cell phones of the actual wiring. Then they could talk about it in more specific terms.
The storm felt like a thousand dark fingers pressing down on the skin. The Brick House doorbell rang. It was Hannah, who smelled like watery perfume and damp fur. The latter was due to her blue fur coat that matched her newly done nails. She told Gwen that Pete wanted to meet her.
It turned out that Pete was the owner of the dive bar on the docks called No Water. Hannah explained that he offered protection to all the pros in town in exchange for a small price. Pete Longson looked like a Viking with the smile of a sad clown. He wore a sweater knit in a pattern of pine trees. He shook Gwen’s hand gently. Hannah was happy to show Gwen what Pete’s price was and he cut into her wrist, letting a little blood run into a highball glass from the bar. With a kiss, Pete healed Hannah’s wrist. He looked at Gwen as he sipped from the glass.
“All I ask is that you consider the offer of protection. And that you keep its cost a secret whether you choose to take me up on it or not. “ Pete said. Gwen promised to think about it and keep the secret until they talk further.
Part one can be found here: An Overhead Shot of a Forest
Don't touch that mystic dial. More episodes coming soon.