Planning for Protection
10th of November 2006 A.D.
This is the first time in your life looking at things, drugs and killing in a balance and when one thinks of it like this... yeah it really is a now brainer.
So why haven't I been using my brain then? you wonder, though not for long. 'Drugs' make for a nice impersonal bogeyman to dump all your guilt on, like they are Doctor Hyde's magic potion that make good people bad and then make the friends of those good people bad by contamination. You fucked up and you hurt your friends and you could have hurt Rosie
so much worse, If someone were to pry into your soul for your greatest shame you are sure what they would find, but at the same time...
"Better than killing does not mean good," you say softly more to yourself than to the nodding Thomas and the very relieved Harry. What did he think, that he would have to give you the 'drugs are bad' talk?
Alas the devil in your head does as devils do:
"No mundane substance may enthral your will majesty, only those touched by the unearthly and the arcane. You may partake as you please in the halls of the pari."
Shoving the giant ball of 'I don't know what to think about that' aside you steer the conversation into clearer waters. "So who do you expect to be there?"
"Normally the younger set," Thomas explains after a moment, "The Ides of November are less prestigious then those of September by tradition due to being associated with the Plebeian Games, Lara might want the heads of houses there, in which they
will be present... and pissed off Expect petty shit to prove how high and mighty they are and..." he thinks a moment. "I think Lara might allow it, seem weak to give them enough kindling for the flames."
"Enough rope to hang themselves?" you prompt.
"That too, but we... that is the White Court, burns traitors when they are taken alive. Given what this bunch is planning you could almost call it ironic justice."
"I wouldn't, justice isn't spiteful and self interested, but I'll take what I can get." You sigh and look around the room, but the mismatched decor does not offer any easy answers.
Harry's mind is elsewhere. "So what are we going to do to protect the Ordo until the party? I don't think we can count on the traitors or the Torquemada Junior Squad to hang tight thee whole days and their wards aren't going to hold against a sustained attack. Keeping them all in one place where I can help watch them would help, but this place is kind of cramped. Normally I wouldn't put families with small kids in undertown but your... friends seem to have done a good job keeping their part of it clear."
"They are a gang Harry, they have a gang sign, territory and everything," you giggle. "Think of it as white hat gangs the way you have white hat hackers."
He looks briefly confused, then visibly dismisses the whole thing. "It's the best I have on such short notice."
"We could bring them out onto the lake," Thomas offers. "I have a boat..." He trails off, sounding a bit sheepish at the wealth that had likely come from his family not his own work. "The water will get in the way of scrying and the fact that any attackers have to sail an intercept course will limit their avenues of attack."
Both of them look to you, the only member of the Ordo here. What would be an easier sell for the members, Undertown with a bunch of ghouls, but a pretty safe and homey setting once you get there, or a boat in the middle of Lake Michigan with the friendly neighbourhood vampire and Warden of the Council. That you have to think about it says a lot about the feelings most minor talents harbor towards the White Council
What does Molly think will work best?
[] The Last Station
[] Thomas' boat
[] Actually you have another idea
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OOC: No rolls for this one since no one is trying to convince or read anyone 
