[Rhythm of the Night] Nothing Left to Yearn

Eis arrives in very understated, practical attire. Khaki pants and jacket. Something she might wear to work on a typical day. Possibly all to convince herself that she's not going to let another night like that happen again. Over a plain orange juice, she nearly gags when Kai mentions mimosas. Does Kai think she's 30? She doesn't even acknowledge Lucas' comment about the party.

"I'm not here to offer dissent. If anything, I'm interested in understanding how the fruit works." That may not be exactly what they want to hear. Best to clarify. "If I understand it, I might know how to disable it. And this knowledge may be useful in the future."  

Whether Callahan is innocent of wrongdoing is irrelevant. Probably. Maybe. At any rate, she's glad both Lucas and Kai seem to agree to let Autumn handle Autumn on this matter. It would keep the focus on solving their problem, instead of finding someone to blame. 

"Are you up to it, Gavin?" It's a reasonable question. Not just because of the recent 'festivities' and any lingering effect they may have on Gavin. They'd taken big risks in getting the information out of the Spring courtiers. The concern that getting closer to the answers puts them at even greater risk is real for her. "The only victim in this scenario so far had been an accident - or a cover up. But if this truly is the result of foul play, the parties responsible will almost certainly resist being exposed." 

This was going to be a tough morning. Gavin had barely had a coffee to get himself going after the night before. He ordered the larger plate to soak up whatever else might have still been operating in his system. His mood since waking up had fallen considerably and was somewhat preoccupied with the impending problems with the two gangs whose attention he had unintentionally gained: human traffickers and the other where the relation of a gangster had a six million dollar car to gamble away. There was no way they weren't both serious problems. Luck had been polarized for him and that was not about to change; he couldn't work on either of those problems because there were bigger fish to fry: a murder to solve, three potential victims to save, a conspiracy to uncover, and a ritual obligation to fulfill.

It was that last item that caused Gavin the greatest concern. His companions were very focused on the very human aspects that they had a handle on. They understood the nobler aspects of the work before them, Justice and heroic action. Gavin felt those things too, as much as the others might doubt it. He couldn't find the bandwidth to worry about Lucas being aloof with him, not right now anyway. The others paid little mind to what the collapse of a ritual involving the Sentinels would mean for the Freehold and the turn of the seasons. The Antler Crown had stepped in to forbid the ritual that this crew had probably already stopped. Summer had likely already done enough to ensure the ritual was dead by guarding the approach to the Ritual's only viable targets. 

When that ritual fails, what will happen? What can be done in its stead in the time available? Who could manage to pull it off? Gavin didn't have the answers to those questions. Not yet. They were on his mind. Speaking with Callahan would put him in reach of Chunhua, maybe. She might be able to help. It was probably going to be the only angle he could work to salvage this. 

"Iron has a pretty good track record of tearing through all things Faerie--like enough to overwhelm the force, not just enough to destabilize--but yeah, I'm down to give Callahan a bit of yarn to find out for sure," he left out the additional motive for going along with the group's agenda. "The only victim we know of, this year," Gavin chipped in.

"Anyone else catch that mystery woman floating around the party with the unbelievably hot ..." Gavin took a gulp of coffee before finishing, "dice."

"Who has her name? I mean I collected a lot of names and numbers, but it's a bit of a blur." He unlocked his phone and opened the camera to cycle through pictures of the legendary evening with it flat on the table for all to see. He stopped on a picture that contained her, at least in part, and slid it forward to grant a better view. "She seemed to be the one richest in fate. So much so she was spreading it around. I seriously doubt I'm lucky enough to walk away with a six million dollar car on my own luck. I got that "I'm flexing to show off" vibe from it all. She seemed to swim around Komizucha and the Bohdis. I feel like it's important to mention that hunch before I get shot for winning that gangster's supercar--I'm pretty sure that's going to come back to haunt me sooner rather than later."

Lucas declined the invitation to hang with the Chevaliers. As tempting as the invite was in terms it making more political in roads with Summer, his mind was still haunted by Yasmine's desecrated corpse. The last thing he wanted to do was further traumatize himself by participating in and/or witnessing intense violence.

Regardless of whatever choice his Summer teammates made, at some point he would ask Oren for his number. You know, just in case the two of them needed to discuss anything investigation related.

Once that piece of business was taken care of it, it was time to kick back, and enjoy his brunch. He left his phone on vibrate so he would be available whenever the Scooby gang was ready to reconvene.