Infinity Offices

So, the host provider did an emergency update and reboot on all their servers (Thanks Spectre/Meltdown). That took the server down earlier for a bit and ever since it's been back up, it's been a little laggy (which is also causing the counter to suck). Everything seems to be set up to run properly on my end. Hopefully, the provider will sort itself out over the course of the next day or so.

Here with ornate chairs set around a large circular wooden table, the Mages of the Infinity Chantry discuss the affairs of Magic.

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Luke (Custos): "Don't you get it, dude? You -aren't- the bugbear. Like it or not, man? You're the second-closest thing -here- to a Knight that there is." *He raises hand, to rub his eyes, dropping the blunt in the grass. His voice is thick* "Okay, man. I will. Just tell me what you want me to do." *Then he drops the hand, and blinks his direction, trying to pull up, seeing Jarrod's mood responding to his own. He manages a grin, despite the reddened eyes* "So, like, where did you find the drum set? Good choices."

Luke (Custos): *Then quiets as Jarrod tries to stand* "Sorry, dude."

Luke (Custos): *Then a small grin* "You -are- relaxed. You can't get off your ass, man."

Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): Fuck You. Not a Knight. Kevin's the Knight. I don't want to be the knight. Don't make me be a Knight for you. *Another half hearted attempt to stand, but then he lets go in a barrage of unfiltered babble* I want you to ... to Be fucking happy alright? Fucking being a Puppy's better than this shit. Least sometimes... No one gets to have any fucking fun like this. No one. Always preparing for war. It's shit. Even I have Hopes sometimes. None of this throwing it in the shitter cuz reality's hard. *he tries to stand again and has to sit while everything is dizzy.* You do... You. Your dream. Fucking Drum and do music and stop fucking apologizing for every Deathdamned thing on the whole damned planet like yer personally fucking responsible. ....Shit... ...fuck I'm... *he tips back into the grass sideways* Alright... *muffled in the grass* Maybe I shouldn't have done the whole joint.... But I'm not relaxed. I'm irritated. Juss can't.... do anything about it.

Luke (Custos): "Okay." *He agrees, still in that thick voice -- then Jarrod's predicament earns a genuine laugh. Gentle, not mocking* "One day at a time, man. You have to get used to weed. You're taking it too fast, man. Takes time to build up a tolerance." *To demonstrate, he pushes up, swaying up to sitting, although he apparently has lost much of his own tolerance, not having smoked in quite a while. But he's grinning* "You have to get up, dude, or the fairies out here will braid flowers in your hair while you sleep."

Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): mmm fuck you... I'm good. I've drunk more than this before. Fuck the fairies. *He waves an arm in the air like he's swatting at flies* little buzzing bastards... twinkleshitcunts...

Luke (Custos): "I wasn't talking about the Nevers, dude." *A wider grin, making sure Jarrod gets a good look at the white toothy smile*

Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): *Luke is a fuzzy blob..... why can't he keep his eyes open more than half way? He can hear the amusement in Luke's voice so Luke gets flipped a very grounded bird* Fuuuuuck you... *muttered with delay* stay out of my hair.

Luke (Custos): "Come on, man. Don't you want to wake with dreadlocks?" *He flops closer, but out of range of the aura. Enough that he can see Jarrod in the solar lights stuck around the perimeter. He's still grinning* "But seriously, dude. Good work on the drum set. You want me to, like, get the cymbals or did you want to? And you want me to call someone to come collect your stoned ass, man, when you pass out? Dude, if I sharpied smiley faces on each cheek, would you even notice?"

Luke (Custos): ((correct that to, "Dude, if I sharped smiley faces on each of your ass cheeks", heh.))

Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): umnf...*he rolls on his back, trying to get unstuck and unfolded.* whatever.. *waving his hand at the Luke blob* You're the drummer... juss... tell me what you need to.. make it happen. I can get up.. just, not right now. Why must you assault me so? What did I ever do to- .....oh wait... right.. glitter... well fuck you anyways, stay away from me with markers. *he manages to rub his face with both hands and make himself sit up*

Luke (Custos): "Dude, you said be me, right? You'd be lucky if markers is all I came after your ass with while you slept." *A grin, watching him get up from his place on the grass*

Luke (Custos): "Cymbals, you decide if you want a bright sound or better midrange, cool?"

Luke (Custos): *He rolls to his feet, at last, swaying....and offers down his hand to help Jarrod up, planting his feet apart to brace*

Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): mmm fine.. but I get to do it back and if you don't like it.... tough. *he has to get his feet under him again and try to stand up slower* Fuck if I know right now..sounds are not sounding quite right... we'll fuck that bridge when we cross it.

Luke (Custos): "Dude, seriously?" *Luke grins, high amusement* "Tell you what, we'll talk about that fucking that bridge when you're, like, sober again, cool? I think you have whiskey-dick tonight, man. Put your arm over my shoulder, and we'll get you into the wing, cool? Just lean, man, and no drooling on the dreads...."

Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): No whiskey for you... *He moves away from Luke when the blob comes near* I'm not drooling.. *he holds up a swaying finger at the blob* Don't... I bite... *and making slow steps in the direction of the chantry kitchen door wanting to get there on his own, even if it takes him a half minute to take a step.*

Luke (Custos): "I'll bite back, dude. Fair warning." *He follows closely enough to catch, if...-when-... the gigantic skinny goth finally loses his balance. But who knows? Miracles have happened, and smoking an entire joint by oneself and still navigating stairs is worthy of the title*

Jarrod of Usher (Whisper in the Chaos): ((Back to Chantry))

: *in comes a girl with LARGE bags and starts decorating the church with Crochetted and Knitted Blankets/Hats/Scarfs/Gloves all over for any and all who are in need or want*

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The Infinity Chantry (0)
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)

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