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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 are 0 people here The most recent statement was made about 5502 hours ago.
Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) & Zozer (familiaris)): *for his part, he is an unlikely Hermetic, styled with the bohemian negligence of a Hollow One, or perhaps a more militantly gay Cultist of Ecstasy, in a cropped mesh tee, glove-snug crushed-velvet jeans secured by numerous studded and spangled leather belts, and a somewhat shabby vintage smoking jacket of plum-colored silk. His loose hair is dark, touseled and shoulder-long. He wears countless silver rings set with various stones, adorning slender fingers with the filthiest nails and cuticles one is likely to have seen. At his heels is what appears to be a very large, very ugly, very male black dog.*
Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) & Zozer (familiaris)): *staking out a chair by the cold fireplace, he issues a firm "Sit, stay," to Zozer, who moodily complies, then makes his way to the bar to mix himself a drink.*
Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) & Zozer (familiaris)): *A sugar cube, a dash of bitters, and a measure of water which he muddles in the bottom of a highball glass. Then ice, then a slice of orange, a morello coctail cherry in dark liqueur, then a generous measure of top-shelf bourbon. He takes a stirrer, and stirs, and then a beverage napkin, before resuming his seat, old-fashioned in hand.*
Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) & Zozer (familiaris)): *Allowing Zozer to nose his big, ugly mastiff head into territorially into his lap, Caliban fishes out a tablet and a slender cloth-bound edition of Plotinus' Enneads, sips his drink, and takes up his assigned reading as he awaits either company here, or time to depart for his scheduled appointment at the university.*
Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) & Zozer (familiaris)): *A grumble from his familiar merits a lazy scritching about the ears, as he soothes the dog verbally as well.* "Hush, Zozer. Be glad I am not reading aloud. You do not want to hear about Neoplatonist notions regarding the nature of the soul." *So saying, he continues his reading, making occasional notes, hand-written with a stylus on his tablet.*
Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) & Zozer (familiaris)): *Caliban yawns, closes his book, tosses back the remainder of his cocktail, and consults his watch.* "Move your big, dumb head, Zozer. Time we were going." *In fact, he handles the big, black dog with gentle fondness as he extricates himself from his chair and secures his belongings.*
Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) & Zozer (familiaris)): *One hand companionably on his familiar, he shoulders his satchel with his other arm, and heads out.*
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Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) and Zozer (Familiaris) : *gives a surreptitious hand-sign to the custos security in the foyer, and shakes his head before she can object to his dog.* "Familiar. He's with me."
Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) and Zozer (Familiaris) : *an unlikely Hermetic, he looks somewhat disheveled, as if coming in from an adventurous night out, Subdued lighting in the atrium shows his bright eyes to be raccooned with smudged make-up, his shoulder-long hair sweat-damp. He wears an open silk shirt with a jaunty cravat made from a vintage Hermès scarf over flared trousers of black crushed velvet.*
Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) and Zozer (Familiaris) : *As he guides a very large, very ugly, very male black dog to a spot near an unlighted fireplace, his slim hand at the beasts collar glitters with numerous silver rings set with various stones, contrasting weirdly with Paradox scars that show as the filthiest fingernails and cuticles one is likely to have seen, as though he had tried to claw his way out of a prison cell made entirely of excrement.*
Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) and Zozer (Familiaris) : "Sit, Zozer. Remember you're a dog, on this side of the Gauntlet, okay?" *When his familiar has settled, he makes his way to the bar, considers the selection, shakes his head, and fixes a simple tonic water over ice, with a twist of lime.*
Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) and Zozer (Familiaris) : *Carrying a tall glass back to his chosen spot, he unslings a battered courier's satchel from his shoulder, extracts a tablet computer, and settles himself indolently on a chaise-longue*
Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) and Zozer (Familiaris) : *At a grumble from the black beast beside him, he repositions to allow his familiar to nose into his lap, absently scritching around cropped ears as he fires up his tablet and makes his way through a gamut of security protocols before connecting with the Chantry network to check incoming messages*
Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) and Zozer (Familiaris) : *Blinks and cocks his head, then confirms his Time awareness with a glance at the big wall-clock, before ticking several messages for later attention, then one for immediate response, which he writes out long-hand, using a stylus on his tablet screen.*
Caliban Slade (bani Ex Miscellanea) and Zozer (Familiaris) : *He finishes his message, sends it off, then opens another tab to check the bus schedule before logging out & shutting down. He tucks his tablet away, takes out a safety-yellow service-dog vest and helps a disgruntled Zozer into it. Then, putting on dark glasses and unfolding an extendable red-tipped white cane, and pausing to deposit his glass in a bin by the bar, exits the Chantry in time to catch his bus.*
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