The Infinity Chantry

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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)

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Vic Tannenbaum, Eiluned Private Eye: *Enters*

Vic Tannenbaum, Eiluned Private Eye: *Enters*

: Anyone here

Herself the Elf: *pokes theJaer* madboi! *giggles*

theJaer OOC: It's a pOisonGirl!

theJaer OOC: I still have the yahoo and hotmail email addresses if you can find them pOisonGirl. If not leave a message here. I have skype and discord.

: Who is pOisonGirl?

: How are your characters dealing with the Coronavirus? Seth has used Life magick to make himself immune and is volunteering at the local hospital to use Life magick to cure people. He believes the Traditions could cure the coronavirus faster than the Technocracy and get people to believe in magick again

Saul *Saytr Goth Grump*: (It seems to me that theres never anything major that happens in the world without a BIG w.o.d. supernatural forces game involved. This could be like the East Orients version of NurGall rising from the tombs and spreading his rat-minions abroad or something equally over the top. Its never just people doing people stuff. The Technocracy clearly has a plan, and that plan is for you to STAY IN YOUR HOMES. And its probably a pretty good plan, and the Weaver agrees. The Wyrm does not)

: Yeah I agree the Technocracy would want us to stay in our homes. Trrue Tradition Mages protest for freedom and defy the Technocratic stay at home orders :-D

: I saw a bunch of people protesting the lockdown today... I guess in the WoD they would be Verbena and Sons of Ether :-D

Luke: *Falls down the stairs*

Luke (Custos): *Didn't actually fall, but helps up the clone and dusts them off* ((Still alive!))

Beesus Fufoon: Hi everyone how are you today

Luke (Custos): *The door to the kitchen from the garden swings open, and Luke heads in from the drying shed, bringing a jar of the most recent greenhouse-grown cannabis with him for the Cultists to sample. He stops to root through the fruit bowl on the kitchen counter, taking a bite of an apple and holding it in his other hand while making his way out into the main 'lobby' area and up the stairs*

Luke (Custos): *He'll leave the jar just inside the Wing door with a sticky note attached, 'Smoke Me', and head back downstairs, munching on the apple. Once more he traipses through the kitchen, out into the garden, shutting the door behind him and heading to the Euthanatos' side of the garden to chuck the apple core into the compost pile. Time to go 'home'. He'll pull out his keys as he makes his way to where he parked his car, muttering* "Still gotta come up with a good name for you, dude..."

Luke (Custos): *As he unlocks the car door* "How about 'Jerry Car-cia?" *He pulls on the handle, but the car won't open* "Seriously? Come on... look, it was a -joke-, dude, chill." *He tries the handle again, a few times, before the door suddenly springs open. He grumbles and sighs as he gets in*

Luke (Custos): *He starts the car, and in seeming retaliation, the radio comes on, playing heavy metal music. Luke scowls, slapping the dashboard. The CD player that contains his Moody Blues CD that he'd been playing on the way here suddenly spits out the CD* "Oh, for Chrissakes... -fine-, we won't listen to -anything-, then."

Luke (Custos): *He drives off, muttering sourly about not letting Dreamspeakers get anywhere near his next car* *GONE*

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Here with ornate chairs set around a large circular wooden table, the Mages of the Infinity Chantry discuss the affairs of Magic.
The Streets of Necropolis (0)
A slowly flickering streetlight illuminates this dark street. All roads though town lead to this main road. Shadowy figures dart in and out of alleyways, and only the brave or foolish remain here long.

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