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[brother2dragons]

WHO: Dan and whoever else!
WHERE: The Club!
DATE: ... the 19. God so late ;_;
WARNINGS: None so far?
SUMMARY: The meeting!
STATUS: Completely open to whoever wants to come!

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[trenchcoatmagic]

John wasn't the sort to dwell on conspiracies. There was too much to do, too many real twists and turns to deal with. Rumors, rumors John liked. He could deal in that currency without question. The trouble with the journals, though, is that they weren't the sort of objects that inspired rumors; they inspired half-cocked conspiracies and mystical rumblings. Maybe John's curiosity was fading with age-- something that he highly doubted--, but conspiracies without proof didn't light a fire in his chest nowadays.

But he was more than happy to fill the air with the thoughts of both gossipers and conspiracy theorists alike, and see what came of it all. Putting out the last stub of his smoldering cigarette, he wondered what theories would prevail. Whether or not he'd need to hear the whines about Osborn's daft evening, or the strange scribblings of all the other crazies that had filled the book that evening.

Or maybe he'd just hear half-arsed comments about how they're all linked-- everyone had an uncle with blond hair and a mole on his left arse cheek, something like that. John chuckled at the thought. Maybe, instead of being a cynical old wanker, he could even contribute to the evening's conversations.

He brought a few bottles of drink and several glasses over to one of the larger tables and then glanced over to the others. "We all going to stand on opposite sides of the room like we're a bunch of nuns and priests at a party? At least have yourselves a cup."

After a beat he smirked and tilted his head to them all in greeting. "Name's John. Make yourselves comfortable wherever you decide to squat, yeah?"

I'LL JOHN THIS THREAD!

[trenchcoatmagic]

John smiled at the lady that had sat across from him. He slid back down into his seat, crossing his legs. He poured himself a glass and lifted it in greeting. "Last name's Constantine, but last names just end up with a lot of Misters and Mrs. Rather not hear people calling my father's name all day and night, know what I mean?"

He motioned with his hand towards the drinks. "Want something, Mrs...?"

[trenchcoatmagic]

"Biased towards John? Don't think I've ever heard that one before," John chuckled. "You're biased towards a fairly unremarkable name, Dr. Magnus." Maybe John had it all wrong, about there being nothing exciting linking everyone in the journals. After all, there seemed to be an abundance of lady doctors around. He didn't say that, though, instead pouring the Doctor a bit of gin.

"So, interested in the journal or the people writing in it?"

[brother2dragons]

"Thanks for letting us use the club," Dan told the owner once he had a moment. He moved to help with the drinks.

He also couldn't help his curiosity over the club itself from showing through as he glanced around. "What sort of music do you host here...?"