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Scene takes place on November 28th, 2022
Jeremiah Hamilton:
The Green Room is a cafe tucked into the center of the Spring Gardens neighborhood, done up in warm woods and a paint job to match the name. Tables are set up both inside and out, with the interior also hosting a wooden stage - currently unoccupied - and a counter near the front with a view into the kitchen beyond it.
The master of the house had claimed one of the smaller tables by the door that led to the upstairs area of the building, keeping an eye on the goings on while observing the young woman singing on stage with a small proud smile.
Klaire Henriette:
Klaire had never been to the Green Room before, but Jay was here so thats where she was...but curiously she enters from the bathroom and not the main door. Theres a slight reddish tint to her skin, like a bad sunburn or too hot shower.
Looking around the cafe she catches sight of Jay, then looks to the woman on stage, and back to Jay, quietly approaching to not distract from the performance.
Jeremiah Hamilton:
The ripples in space that flowed from the bathroom turned Jay's attention towards the door as Klaire emerged from it, a note of concern sneaking in at the redness of her skin as he gave her a quick up-nod, motioning to the other seat at the table for her to join him if she wished."
Klaire Henriette:
She takes the seat, not seemingly too worried about the tint of her skin. She keeps quieter than usual.
"Hey, do you have a minute? I have some questions if you don't mind?"
Jeremiah Hamilton:
"Sure. Something we'd need to talk about in private?"
Klaire Henriette:
She nods, glancing around the room. "Unless this is a safe space, yes. Shouldn't be too long?"
Jeremiah Hamilton:
"Sounds good." He hopped up from his chair, looking towards one of the staffers and motioning towards the door that led upstairs so they'd know where he was. Once that was handled he led the way upstairs, revealing the recording studio above. The space was homey in a way, infused with the sort of care that any artisan put into their primary work space. The largest bit of real estate was taken up by a grand piano, accompanied by a collection of other string and brass instruments on one wall and a multitude of music books on another. Another door was on the far wall, closed for the moment.
"So, what's up?" He asked as he sat on the piano bench, motioning for her to take a seat where she'd like.
Klaire Henriette:
Klaire follows up the stairs, keeping quiet until they get up the stairs. Theres a quiet appreciation of the mass of instruments, finally turning to Jay, not sitting.
"Sorry for the sudden intrusion. I just...well you are a Master of Mind and that seems to be where a lot of my powers originate from. Or at least from your understanding of things."
She shifts from foot to foot. "Bones called it Mage Sight, but it didn't sound like what you have described." She cuts off, uncertain what to say next.
Jeremiah Hamilton:
"It's alright. Happy to help where I can." He nodded, his eyebrow arching as she continued. "That's something inherent to what we are, although there are ways it can be shared. What are you able to 'see', as it were?"
Klaire Henriette:
Klaire does finally sit, cross legged, on the floor. She naturally takes an almost meditative position.
"Less so seeing, more just....a feeling? A little tingle in the back of my neck. I thought it was just Ylva and being so close to her but...I'm able to tell who is Lost, or at least know theres one close by. I unfortunately freaked out one of them when it happened and she got defensive so...I don't want to broadcast that particular talent too far."
Jeremiah Hamilton:
"Ah...I have heard of folks developing that kind of ability before." He nodded quietly. "Good call there. They can be pretty particular about their privacy, for obvious reasons. Overall, though, the Lost that I've met have been solid folks. They just went through hell."
Klaire Henriette:
"My perspectives of them are...largely through Ylva and folklore. So this isn't too uncommon then?" She seemed oddly hopeful.
Jeremiah Hamilton:
"I know what I do through Polly myself, and I haven't pried too much outside of making sure I know what to do or not do in certain situations." He smiled at that note of hope, rocking his hand in a so-so fashion. "I can't say how common it actually is, but I have heard of folks who are attuned to different facets of the wider world. It's a step on the Path, which is always a good thing in my book."
Klaire Henriette:
Klaire shifts slightly, uncomfortable. "I feel like I already know too much from Ylva, and just want to keep her safe. I feel like this may cause problems."
She thinks for a minute. "I know I'm still learning all the terms...what is the Path? And why is it a good thing?"
Jeremiah Hamilton:
"Having knowledge in itself isn't a bad thing, it's what you do with it. Take what you've been given and use it to help her, and you'll both be better for it."
He smirked at the question that followed, sitting up a bit straighter. "Depends on who you talk to. Most Awakened will speak of the Paths, plural, in reference to the roads we walked into the Supernal. There are some of us, myself included, that have also dedicated ourselves to what we call the Illumined Path, which stretches between Sleepers and the Awakened. Common wisdom is that one is either Asleep, a Sleepwalker or Awake, but for us it's more of a spectrum, a Path one can progress upon to enlightenment."
Klaire Henriette:
"Its something Vorpal said, I'd rather not be used as bait for Ylva. I love her and...well I know she would fall for it. Shes caring enough that it wouldn't be a choice in her mind." Klaire stares at the floor and listens.
"So...like me almost? I was 'Asleep' until my telepathy began, and was a Sleepwalker since I was a teenager...but I've reached different steps within being a Sleepwalker? I will be honest, I've found it weird to classify who I was over a decade ago and who I am now as the same state, it feels way too different."
Jeremiah Hamilton:
"Know how that goes. I'd drop everything in a heartbeat if something happened to Polly, no questions asked."
"Exactly. At it's base a Sleepwalker is anyone able to see past the Lie, and those with innate abilities of their own like yourself fall under that as well. Being a Sleepwalker is more of a process as I see it than a single state; some develop to a point and stop, and others press on towards opening their eyes fully. Those like myself do our best to help guide others on the Path, letting them bloom into their full potential."
Klaire Henriette:
"Exactly. I just want her to be safe." Her skin already looks clearer, faster than most would. "There's times I feel like I failed to keep her safe but I also know there wasn't anything I could do."
Klaire sits quietly for a moment, dismissing the thought. "I've taken a lot of steps to make myself stronger, and frankly I would love to expand my own horizons further. I do like that mindset, but I'm not sure where my own path in this life is just yet. Let alone a Path like you describe."
Jeremiah Hamilton:
"Those moments are the worst, aren't they?" He offered with a knowing look. "Just out of reach and not able to do a damn thing."
"Totally understandable. You've been thrown into a deeper pool than you've gotten used to, and that takes some time to adjust. We're all here to help you, though."
Klaire Henriette:
Klaire nods, a frown on her face. "I'm glad to have her back. I'm just...upset she got dragged into this side of things as well. I spent so long trying to keep her out of it and then she found her own way in."
Klaire takes a breath. "I found a way in as well. I guess something I'm not used to is her being more used to the strange than I am. I'm glad to have some great people to help me adjust at least." She flashes Jay a smile.
Jeremiah Hamilton:
"Happy to help." He replied with a smile of his own. "We've all been brand new to this at some point, and it's important to remember that. It's easy to get haughty when you can do what we can."
Klaire Henriette:
"That's fair. I don't feel as if I'm new...just finally letting myself be a part of everything." Klaire shifts slightly, and then back from it being uncomfortable. "And having more resources and people to rely on."
Jeremiah Hamilton:
"What kept you from seeking others out, out of curiosity?"
Klaire Henriette:
"I didn't need to. I was fine on my own." Klaire gestures broadly. "There have been a few times I've found myself working with someone from this side of things, when searching for missing people its quite common to find some threat someone was already working on. They dealt with the problem, I helped the person, and if police showed up its easy to lie if you know what someone's thoughts are and the other group could get away."
Then she gestures to herself. "And besides that...I didn't want to commit to a group. Not until I had to for Ylva's sake. Being on my own had its own freedom."
Jeremiah Hamilton:
"Gotcha." He nodded quietly. "Glad to have you with us now, at any rate."
Klaire Henriette:
"I don't really know what I was expecting...but whatever it was I think its been good for me to join?" She offers with a shrug.
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