A little bit of business...

[tamaratalk]

Who: Tamara, ot Gerald / Wolf / Malone / Clive / MJ / Morri

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[silver_or_gold]

Gerald nodded. "Both of which I am up for," he agreed, settling in. "And it smells good, too."

[o_morrigan]

Morrigan arrived at the Stake House and settled at the designated table, waving "hello" to Tamara and Gerald. "Hey, guys, how're you?"

[mjhatesyou]

MJ followed closely behind. He nodded in greeting.

[tamaratalk]

"We're good," Tamara said. "Wolf and Clive have both been invited - they're just not here yet. Pull up a steak, enjoy."

[o_morrigan]

Morrigan poured a pool of A-1 beside her steak and started cutting it into bite-sized pieces. "This past week or so has been pretty much insane. A little too much going on in town, lately."

[mi_malone]

Malone held to Wolf's hand as they walked into the Stake House. He liked the food there, and it was the first place they'd eaten when they'd arrived in town so he had a certain fondness for it.

He didn't like meetings or people though, so he was pretty nervous about that part. "I hope they're not scary," he muttered.

[the_army_wolf]

Wolf nodded. "They'll be fine, I'm sure. And if they're not--" He settled in at the table. "Hello, everyone."

[mi_malone]

Malone settled in right next to Wolf, trying not to be nervous. "Hey..."

[just_so_smooth]

Clive nodded to everyone as he walked in and settled at the table. He hadn't planned on being fashionably late, but sometimes things just happened.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, cutting open a potato and putting butter on it.

[tamaratalk]

"Good - we're all here," Tamara said, nodding to Clive. "Okay, going around the table so we know who's who - I'm Tamara, that's Gerald, Wolf, Malone, MJ, Morri, and Clive."

She waved the fork at each person as she said their name. "Now Clive and MJ both have business things to discuss - so if one of them would be kind enough to start us off..."

[mjhatesyou]

"Former Watcher's Council members want to help us with the lawyer problem- and I'm all for it, because it's a big problem thats getting bigger everyday. They blew my car up- and they seem to be on a campaign to terrorize the OSI."

MJ took a bite of steak.

"I have some ideas, but I think everyone is going to have to work together to get stuff done."

[just_so_smooth]

Clive shrugged. "It's not really my plan. I'm just the messenger. Anyway,we've got too many people that want a piece of us. The Watchers want the Potentials, COSMO wants us out of the picture because they're whiny little bitches. Present company excepted," he said, with a nod to Gerald. "I thought we should rattle the lawyers some so we have some time to get our shit together, which is where the rest of you come in, I suppose."

He looked around the table. "Everyone with me so far?"

[just_so_smooth]

Clive, satisfied that everyone would be talking for awhile, dug into his steak. This was more like it -- get the ball rolling and then sit back and wait to be told to break a face or something.

[silver_or_gold]

"Well... I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one of my particular talents," Gerald said. "So the fact that technically they could send people to slip into your building through the air vents and stab you all in your sleep is problematic."

[mi_malone]

Malone dropped his fork, a wide-eyed terrified stare on his face.

He also dropped all semblance of decorum and clung to Wolf's arm. "....no."

[silver_or_gold]

"Yeah." Gerald abruptly disappeared in a cloud of mist, then re-coalesced on the other side of the table to mock-claw at Michael. "Grarr."