Editing All Roads/Session 29


Nebuchadnezzar:	it turns out is first to return

Nebuchadnezzar:	He enters and boils the kettle his ears open for anyone else about in the house.

ST:	It's some time later in the night, around 6pm, that the cabal reuinites, each member returning home following their day.

Barely though does ten minutes pass before Neb's phone begins to ring.

Nebuchadnezzar:	A moment. Neb answers the phone.

"Please pass on my sincer thanks to the Heirarch. I will do my best to return the favour whenever I am asked."  Neb says to the phone.

(Where is everyone else at the moment)

Neb hangs up the phone and pockets it again. As he does so.

Isis:	Isis is walking from room to room, measuring out the parameters of her ward now that it has settled in.

ST:	Syntagma, uncharacteristically, is also home. He is taking a shower at the time of the call, however.

Isis:	It looks like she will have another night with little sleep if she wants to make sure no one enters the sanctum uninvited .

Nebuchadnezzar:	"Isis, a moment." Neb says quietly. Listening to the shower.

Kenan:	Kenan is preparing a supper "would anyone like anything to eat?"

Nebuchadnezzar:	"Yes that would be nice Kenan." Neb says quietly. "I just want a quick word with Isis.

Isis:	"More than one even," Isis says, turning away from her examination of the unseen and toward Nebuchadnezzar.

Nebuchadnezzar:	"The Sentinel's request has been denied. They will have no warrant, there is nothing to fear." Neb says sounding tired. "Now I'd suggest you eat and then get some sleep."

His words are matter of fact but said kindly. Kenan can probably hear them too as Neb is making no effort to conceal the conversation from him.

Kenan:	Kenan gets down to chopping tomatoes in a mood somewhat lighter than before

Isis:	Isis perks up at that. "Oh. Good. So someone realized that they really had no business doing things like that, did they?" Something occurs to her and she tilts her head slightly. "Or did you politics them somehow?"

Kenan:	"I think in this case it might be the latter"

Nebuchadnezzar:	"I spoke to the Heirophant. She agreed that letting them do that would set a bad prescendent. Especially considering the presence of an Aethenaem upon the grounds."

The call with Dispater with news that the Sentinel's had failed to make a convincing case for the search. They had no proof of wrongdoing on our part, so she upheld our privacy and the secrets of the mysteries."

Kenan:	"speaking of Athenaeum, did you learn anything more about that spider thing?"

Nebuchadnezzar:	"It seems to have gone inactive again. I am curios as to the cause." Neb says "But no I have made no more progress on examining it. You two keep on bringing things along to distract me."

He sounds mock irritated

Kenan:	"soo-rry" - the apology is equally sincere

Isis:	"Thank you for talking to her, then," Isis says. "Is that how to do politics then? Find the right person to talk to?"

Kenan:	"that, and making sure they're willing to help you, without asking too much in return"

"supper's ready" - Kenan presents a large bowl of italian style salad and some lightly toasted bread - "dig in"

Isis:	"I do have a few ideas about the spider," Isis throws in as she sits down for dinner, happy for the change of subject now that the crisis seems averted.

"With itself as temporal sympathy link Kenan could scry back to see where it came from, right? Maybe even all the way back to its Creation! Unless its timeline is entangled with the Fall, though that would make it even more interesting, of course ..."

Nebuchadnezzar:	nods at Kenan's addendum and digs in

ST:	With the threat of the imminent Sentinel search quashed by a deft piece of backroom politics The City and The Tower are free to continue on as they had been before; unmolested. Indeed, days pass and little trickles down to the cabal of the investigation at all. Whether Jean-Louise's intervention has stalled it entirely remains to be seen, but everyone is finally afforded some breathing space after the recent events.

As the weeks draw to a close so too approaches the deadline for the ever-looming election. In the wake of their obnoxiously coy balance on the fence it may have come as a surprise, then, when the Silver Ladder finally cast their vote a whole two days early.

A week later and the Concilium's monthly caucus is opened by the city's new Hierarch: Latimer of the Adamantine Arrows. On general rumor and ear-to-the-ground mumblings it seemed that the swing-voters of the Silver Ladder were unimpressed with Jean-Louise's stance in the recent investigation into a Mysterium cabal, and the general incompetence of the City's peacekeeping force under her leadership.

What this means for London immediately is a shift in power that has not budged in over 200 years. In the long-term? Who could say. Latimer wasted no time in implementing a a drive to improve the Sentinel organization and swell their numbers; affording them exclusive martial training and resources straight out of the Arrows' coffers.

For the most part, though? Life remains unchanged. The Concilium endures, and if Latimer's promises are anything to go by, the Labyrinth City will be safer still under his watch.