Fandom Supernatural RP - Accepting Applications

[Safton]

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"Of course," Elijah answered without hesitation. "I wouldn't have it any other way," he said reassuringly. He locked eyes with Ashley, taking a step toward her. When he spoke his, voice was low, determined. "I'll keep her safe, Ash. I promise."


Will reached the source of the sound first, Shaw's boots pounding just behind him. The younger man stopped short at what he saw. The man who'd let out the bloodcurdling scream was being protected by three people, two of which were locked in combat with the werewolf. They moved confidently, gracefully... with almost unnatural agility. The man himself was barely visible behind a woman, clad in protective gear. Something about her sparked a sense of vague recognition in Will, but it was just as soon forgotten when he spun around to Derek for guidance.


Gone.


The older man had vanished into thin air. "Shaw!" he called out, his voice echoing off the building faces. He had disappeared.


For the second time... Will knew Derek had vanished once before -- not here, not now -- but in another time, another place. Like a half-remembered dream, it gnawed at the back of his mind. His confused reflection was interrupted as a gust of wind struck him, nearly knocking him backward. Snow. Everywhere.


He pulled his jacket tightly around his body, already beginning to shiver. This wasn't right. Couldn't be. Not this time of year, not in the heart of the Midwest. And yet...


His reverie was cut short as he heard more howling -- not of wind. Wolves, coming this way. He brandished the .45 in his hand, ready to face whatever was coming his way.

 

[NanLia]

 
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Ashley couldn't help but be worried, for both Mackenzie and him,  "And who's going to keep you safe?"  She was slowly shaking her head, "This isn't right.  They shouldn't ask you to do this, they shouldn't be doing this, not if someone is put at risk.  Anyone.  You shouldn't be with her, if she's going to be the bait, then I'll sit with her.  She... I can't ask you to do this."


"Shaw!" A voice called out and Mackenzie turned to face it, frowning.  Who..  She knew him.  Maybe?  He wasn't from here, from now.  Something was wrong, missing, out of place.


She turned to face the civilian to tell him to run, but he was gone...  The hell is happening?


The noise of fighting abruptly disappeared behind her, and she knew what was coming next, knew the end of this story.


From the alley entrance she had come from walked, calmly, one werewolf, flanked by two others.  Their demeanor and movements, focus and intent marked them for Pure-Breds.


Mackenzie readied herself; fighters stance: booted feet spread and planted firmly, despite the snow... was there snow any more?  It was wavering in and out.  Gloved hands raised protectively, ready.


The first wolf shifted, mid step into the man he was and spoke. "Come Skye.  Don't make this painful."  And she answered, as though it were scripted, fated, done a million times before. 


"Brody, please don't do this...." Voice broken and hollow, regardless of her stance.

 

[Safton]

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Elijah smiled. "You don't have to. Consider this me volunteering for the job." He crossed his arms. "I'll have you know I'm not so bad at keeping myself safe. I was doing it a long time before I met William," he said, his tone light. "...Not that I don't appreciate the concern."


Werewolves, several of them. Shaw had told him about the differences between the Turned and the rarer Purebloods... and these were definitely Purebloods. They approached the young woman, spurring Will into action as he ran toward them, the pistol gripped in his hand. No plan, just instinct.


It wasn't the presence of the Purebloods that nearly stopped him in his tracks, though. It was the name. Skye. That hint of familiarity burned in his mind again, that vague spark of recognition. Images, feelings, all absent any sort of context. He forced them from his mind, raising the pistol and bringing it to bear.


The wolf closest to him snapped its head around to face him, growling as it shifted back into its human form in seconds. Then, it grinned. Eyes. Black eyes.


Demonic eyes. On a familiar face.


"Hello, Will."

 

[NanLia]

 
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Ashley could only give Elijah a half hearted smile at his comments, "Have you a lot of experience, with wolves?"  She had to ask, of all the hunters she'd met in the past, many of them had hunted wolves down in their careers, however none had the hours clocked that Mackenzie had; the woman had spent the better part of her life hunting and killing wolves.


"Will?"  Mackenzie frowned, this was wrong, again. The wolves were coming forward, but they were not longer wolves.  They'd changed, first to human then demons.  She backed up, until she was along side the stranger with the pistol.


She knew. She'd curse that pagan god silently for this dream, because she knew it for what it was now, this was one of his creations, the last had been when shew as dying, but now?


Panic, had they set the trap and failed?  Had she got herself and William killed?  Or, at least to the point of no return?  This wasn't going to help; William had control over the events; she wasn't sure if she could break him from the nightmare, because it was that, she could feel it, feel the terror and pain.


She was moving, turning to step between William and the now demon, facing him.  Hand would reach up and she'd focus, willing the armor away.  They would fade, gloves gone, followed by pauldrons, then helm.  Hand would close around his holding the pistol, gently.  She wouldn't try and make him lower it, she didn't want to trigger him, she was hoping to bring him to focus on something, anything else.

 

[Safton]

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Elijah gave a so-so gesture. "Less than Mackenzie, I'd say... but more than most." He shrugged. "Many Hunters can claim to have killed a werewolf or two in their time, but my family--" he paused, reconsidering his words. "Well, suffice it to say that this won't be my first time out where the intent was to capture."


William felt his heart shrivel at the sight of the black-eyed man before him, replaced by a sinking pit. His grip on the pistol loosened.


"What's the matter, Willy?" The demon asked. He was a fit young man, dark-haired with olive skin, dressed in camouflage fatigues and body armor... the last thing he'd ever worn. His traditional Hawaiian given name was Ioane, but he had learned early on that American English speakers struggled with it and instead settled for "Ian".


"Ian, I'm so sorry. I didn't have a choice -- you were possessed," Will said, quickly, pleading.


"You didn't hesitate like this last time. All those years of loyalty and friendship and you just fired away." Ian raised his hand to his temple, making the symbol of a gun and miming the sound of a gunshot. The effect, however, was very real. The man's cranium opened up, blood and brain and bone cascading outward as his body collapsed to the ground. Will moaned at the sight, shocked to see smoke coming out of the barrel of his own pistol even though he'd never fired.


Moments later, the prone body was unmoving, yet Ian's eyes flicked open to reveal those black irises. His head was a ruin, but his mouth still moved all the same. "Twelve men went into that valley. You were the only one to walk out... figuratively speaking." Ian chortled. "You. You. YOU." The chant continued incessantly.


Will lowered his eyes, shaking his head erratically, mumbling apologies and denials that combined into gibberish. His right hand started to raise, tilting the handgun toward himself...


He froze. A touch at his wrist. A hand wrapped around his own. His head whirled around to see another face. This one also familiar, but for far better reasons. With the armor gone, that spark of recognition blossomed into memory. "Mac," he said softly, completely losing his grip on the pistol as it fell to the ground with a thud.


The chanting stopped. Ian was gone.

 

[NanLia]

 
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Ashley would nod hearing Elijah confirm what she'd hoped; that he had experience, and better yet, experience trapping a wolf. "Good."  It was the only thing she could think to say, but she knew it wasn't good.   "I just get the feeling this is going to go horribly wrong, ya know?"   Mackenzie always chastised her for saying anything pre-hunt about her intuitions, but she needed to voice it.  "Maybe I'm wrong."


Mackenzie was trapped.


She couldn't pull William free of his nightmare, or herself.  She witnessed and felt everything William saw and felt, and it was horrifying.; not because of the demons, they did nothing to make Mackenzie nervous, but because she was seeing William suffer.  She was feeling it.


Guilt.  A feeling she knew quiet well, enveloped her.


Pain.  Remorse.  Hand in hand with her own life.  She closed her eyes trying to keep back the onslaught of emotions, but to no avail.


And suddenly they were gone, no chanting, no pain.


"Mac?"  Dark eyes would open and turn-upward in time to see him release the pistol.


They were alone in an alley way she'd never seen, her hand holding his, at a loss of words.  What do you say to someone when you witness their world collapse around them?

 

[Safton]

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Elijah had been at this long enough to know that there was always a risk of complications... but there was no point in acknowledging that right now. Instead, he put on a reassuring smile. "Like you said, no one has more experience with Mac when it comes to trapping wolves, right? We'll be careful."


Will whirled around, eyes wide and frantic. Ian, Shaw, the wolves... all gone. Only Mac remained. He felt his knees buckle and instinctively took a step backward, sinking down against the brick wall behind him and breaking his touch with Mackenzie.


He was dreaming. Will knew it now. Everything had been an illusion... except for Mac. Her presence felt different than his surroundings. It didn't take long to figure out the cause for this shared nightmare. Hypnos. He knew he should be angry, plotting revenge. But he couldn't bring himself to do anything other than bring his knees up to his chest, tilting his head back against the cool brick face of the wall.


William wanted to turn to face Mackenzie, but he couldn't. He didn't want to see the judgement in her eyes, the pity he knew would be there.


He normally woke up by now. Why couldn't he wake up?

 

[St. Boethius]

Hypnos watched Mackenzie and William in thier shared suffering. He could feel thier anger towards him, but that didn't matter to him. He could feed off thier anger just as well as thier praise. However he wasn't about to allow them to wake before day break. 


"Well then... I'll just talk with them in the morning. " Hypnos may have linked thier dreams but those nightmares were thier own designs. He didn't need to convince them of his plan. It was the Council and the Colony he needed to call out to him. 


The way Hypnos saw it Bonds forged in mutual suffering are the strongest of all, and those two as well as Ashley and Elijah would need powerful bonds if they were going to survive the Pack.

 

[NanLia]

Ashley really couldn't argue with Elijah's logic, he sounded confident enough, so she'd nod.  "At least Mac promised I'd be going too, with William."  It really wasn't a great solution, but it was enough to calm her nerves slightly; she and William would be on hand for any backup or medical issues.  She'd stand and stretch with a sigh.  "I should get some sleep, need to be at the clinic early, and staying up all night worrying won't help."  She'd offer Eli a smile before, "Goodnight, and thanks."


Mackenzie could do nothing; she knew he was aware of the dream now, unspoken words, the dream shared must have created a bond where some thought and strong emotions carried through.  She would sigh softly, to herself, there was no point in speaking about what she'd witness, what she'd felt.  Instead she would move, to sit along his side, body close to his, enough to be touching.  She was terrible at knowing exactly how and when to offer comfort, but something told her William would rather this be ignored.


"The only way to kill a god is to make him mortal."  She'd state, though she wasn't certain if Hypnos had done this intentionally or not she knew William would, or should be enraged.  She would lean back against the wall, eyes closing, keeping the silence between them.  It was an offer to him, if he wanted help killing the god, she would assist.


"I might have got us both killed."  She'd admit finally, quietly.  "I'm sorry."  She didn't understand why Hypnos would have given them both a dream, unless this were the case, but was nagged at her was why she and William shared one.

 

[St. Boethius]

Hypnos couldn't help but furrow his brow as he listened to Mackenzie. She would help William kill him? It certainly wasn't impossible to kill him if they had the right tools, but this wasn't the reaction he wanted them to have. 


Sighing Hypnos shifted the dream from an alleyway to his own home: Erebos. The two would find themselves at the shore of the river Lethe, the river of forgetfulness.  Appearing on the other side of the river Hypnos looked between them his hands folded behind his back. " And here I thought just allowing you two to share a dream would be beneficial. I didn't think it would spurn such hatred. What have I done to deserve such anger?" The god asked confused. 


Why were they they so quick to anger? He had done as they asked and not changed thier dreams. All he did was link them. And now because he wants them to have an actual full nights rest they plotted to kill him? The god just couldn't understand why they were acting like this.

 

[Safton]

"Goodnight," Elijah called after her, the smile fading as soon as she was out of sight. He cast a wary glance around the living room with a heavy sigh. There was little else to be done; he needed rest.


Will didn't shy away from Mac's touch. He noted her implicit offer to help him kill Hypnos, but didn't reply. The rage he had felt toward the god in his waking hours was suppressed underneath the layers of guilt and remorse he'd just experienced.


Mackenzie apologized him, then. For getting them killed? What--


The trap. Was that what this was? Had their plan failed? Was he sitting in a coma right now, in the real world? And if he was here in a dream with Mac, then where were Ash and Elijah? His heart sank. He desperately tried to remember, but he couldn't remember any details beyond discussing the plan and after that... nothing.


The landscape shifted before his eyes, subtly yet suddenly. The cityscape disappeared, replaced by rolling hills and a broad river flowing in front of them. The dark waters flowed strongly, the sound of the babbling current permeating through the air.


"And here I thought just allowing you two to share a dream would be beneficial." William whipped his head sideways to see Hypnos standing on the opposite bank, calmly addressing them. "I didn't think it would spurn such hatred. What have I done to deserve such anger?"


Will clenched his jaw, his right hand finding Mac's again and gently squeezing. It was a subconscious gesture, seeking reassurance. "What is this Hypnos? What happened?"

 

[NanLia]

The scenery changed around the two of them, and Mackenzie was unfazed by the transformation; she'd seen this done before, more than once.  The landscape was beautiful, no, it was exactly what a dream should look like.  It was far beyond her imagination, but if a place were to look like heaven, this had to be it.


"And here I thought just allowing you two to share a dream would be beneficial.  I didn't think it would spurn such hatred.  What have I done to deserve such anger?"


Eyes would trail to Hypnos as he spoke, as he scolded them and she'd wince; she had no hatred towards the god, she couldn't. He was the only superior being she knew of. Yes, there were Angels, and possibly even Arch-Angels but these creatures bowed to a god that had never shown his existence, to her knowledge.


She felt William's hand take her own and squeeze and she'd return the gesture, happy to know she could bring William and sort of comfort; believing she had been his demise. "What is this Hypnos?  What happened?"


"This is where he takes humans who are in too much pain," She'd answer William simply.  "When they're dying."  Though she'd frown some.  "I don't hate you, Hypnos.  I can't.  You could consider me a disciple, but my loyalty lies with William, I'll help him with what ever it is he wants."

 

[Safton]

"We're... dying?" Will asked incredulously. The statement hit him like a freight train, yet somehow his mind was still hung up on the declaration of loyalty from Mac. What had he done to deserve that? What was he compared to a literal god?


Turning back to Hypnos, William pushed the thoughts away for the time being. "If this is your idea of relieving pain, you need to work on your understanding of humans," he said flatly. "Did you create that... that nightmare?"

 

[St. Boethius]

Hypnos sat down on the other bank and thought for a moment. While it wasn't his intention to bring them to a version of his home this did allow him to actually talk with the two of them. " No William you aren't dying, as much as you feel you deserve to it isn't your time. " Hypnos looked between the two of them with a soft expression. 


"Usually when I directly influence a mortals mind it's only when that person is dying, as Mackenzie has experienced before hand. The only other times I am allowed to influence the minds of mortals is to punish them or give Divine providence. That nightmare you experienced was one of your own making. So I brought you to my home to calm down." 

 

[NanLia]

 
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Mackenzie would frown, hearing Hypnos detail that they were not, inf act dying, but only asleep.  Part of her knew what she'd witnessed was from William's own thoughts and experiences, but she had hoped otherwise.  Something was a miss; "Why are we in the same dream?"  She understood the change of scenery, he'd done much the same to her before; taken her from the memory of her mother, but this place was not what he'd shown her the second time, he'd taken her to Her Dream, the one she'd asked for and part of her was thankful he'd not done so again.  She didn't want William to see what she'd give up life for.

 

[Safton]

Will lowered his glare, staring at the ground. Part of him wanted to accuse the god of deceit, but deep down he knew that Hypnos was telling the truth. His portion of that nightmare hadn't come from any deity. That realization -- nor the one that he was not, in fact, dying -- did little to ease his mind. There were still too many questions... one of which Mac had just asked.


"What are you playing at, Hypnos?" he asked wearily. "Why expose us to each other's nightmares?"

 

[NanLia]

 
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Mackenzie would frown at the silent god, annoyed he'd trapped them here within his dream world and refused to provide answers.  The simplest being, why?  It was clear the sleep god had no intentions of releasing either of them, but she had doubt he could trap them once morning came; she knew enough about the god to know that his powers waned during the day light, she only hoped that William would wake in time for his meeting.


Being trapped was an unpleasant feeling, more so because she was now trapped with William; only minutes after witnessing his origin into hunting, or at least his version of it.  She would release his hand, realizing she was still holding it, and stand up, slowly making her way towards the edge of the stream.  She was cautious to keep a fair distance from it, but she was searching for anything to say to him.  She'd seen him during his darkest time, but she could say the same for herself.  She'd speak, but keep her back towards him, once more in a position she wasn't sure how to interact; too long just not trying.  "If you need...." She'd frown, and shake her head.  "If you want.... I'm here."

 

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William closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. If he had it his way, he probably would have never let Mac or anyone else know how he'd started hunting. He wanted to keep it buried in the deepest part of his mind, where it could only rear its ugly head when his eyes were closed.


But...


Maybe it was better this way. He'd been trying to put his past behind him for years at this point and if anything, it had only gotten worse over time -- like a wild animal backed into a corner, it lashed out all the more fiercely for it. He nodded slowly before speaking. "Thank you, Mac. Maybe... maybe one day."


Then, it happened. Something in the dreamscape shifted. The sunlight seemed a bit warmer on his skin, the sound of the babbling river more soothing. It was subtle, but there.

 

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Mackenzie and William would spend the rest of the night trapped in Hypnos's dream as he wished but as the dawn broke both were released.


Mackenzie woke with a start, at first confused, thinking she may be in a new dream, the god finally deciding to retrieve them from boredom but as the ache returned to her back she knew she was awake, for certain.  She was twisted, within her bed, curled up beside Ashley, who did not seem to mind the fact that she'd taken over half the bed, nor that Mackenzie had been clearly sleeping half atop her.  She lay still for a time listening, uncertain if William would have woken up as well, or if he still slept free for wherever the god had trapped them.


Ashley's alarm would go off startling them both and as Ash stretched out beside her Mackenzie was push herself up to sit at the edge of the bed.  "'Morning"  Ashley would murmur but immediately Mac could feel Ash pulling at the hem of her shirt, up her back to look over the sutures.  Mac had to admit they didn't hurt as much as they did the day before, the ice packs went along way.  Satisfied with her inspection she'd return Mac's shirt, "They look good.  More ice later, though, ask William I'm sure he'll help you."  Nothing said, Mac would only nod not trusting her voice, Ashley would climb from the bed and start getting dressed for the day but Mackenzie decided then, she didn't want to get up yet.  She curled back into the center of the bed, dragging the blankets around her.

 

[Safton]

 
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William had looked away for only a second and when his eyes returned to the riverside, Mac was gone. He stood up and dashed over the spot she'd been standing, but she was gone. Despite his initial panic, the answer was simple, he realized. She had merely woken up. Will looked down into the river and nearly gasped at what he saw. Reflections. Not his, but images of those from his past. Ian and his squadmates. Derek. His adoptive family. They stared back at him -- no black eyes, this time -- neither condoning or condemning.


He nodded, slowly, before bringing his head up to face Hypnos. "Thank you, Hypnos... for whatever this was."


He began to hear a faint voice coming from the distance, as if on the wind. Elijah's voice, calling his name. He frowned, listening closer.


"Will! Wake up!" Elijah shouted with more ferocity this time. Will gasped, his eyes snapping open as his head shot up from his pillow and he began glancing feverishly around the room. "Easy, easy," Eli said reassuringly. "You alright?"


William nodded. "Yeah, I'm good." If he told Eli about what had happened, it would be later. The events were still too close to home.


"Good, because it's time to go dazzle the Council with your irresistible boyish charm," Elijah remarked with a grin before walking away, leaving him to get ready. Will groaned, rubbing at his eyes before swinging his legs over the bed and preparing.

 
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[NanLia]

Once dressed Ashley would leave Mackenzie in bed apprehensively; she hadn't uttered a word.  Mac often had nightmares, who didn't in this line of work, but something felt different.  "I'll be back soon." and would receive a mumble of a response from beneath the blankets.


With Ashley gone Mac would hide in bed a little longer hoping to avoid anyone remaining in the house, she had work to do and having people around would slow her down.


Rising from bed she would dress and get her boots on before stepping out to the living room to look over the parts again.  She kept recalling the dread she felt last night in the dream; when she believed her plan had killed her and William both.  When she had learnt it was Hypnos toying with them she'd made her decision.  No one else would get hurt for this plan, it was on her alone.

 

[Safton]

Having dressed and attached the prosthesis firmly in place, Will checked the clock. He didn't have long before the meeting. He hastily brushed his teeth before making his way to the living room.


He stopped in his tracks when he saw Mac standing there, looming over the the variousness parts he assumed would make up the trap. He felt an uneasiness rise up inside him at the sight of her, as if he was seeing a different side of Mackenzie.


Will wanted to find a way to broach the subject, to confirm that what had happened in his dream was "real". But no words came as he stood there watching her anxiously, looking over his shoulder as if considering going out the back door and avoiding this conversation altogether.

 

[Crono]

 
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Chase woke up inside the reclined passenger seat of the truck uncomfortable and clammy. There was a light groan as he sat up and slowly came to his senses, he hadn't meant to fall asleep the night before but maybe it'd be for the best. His shoulder was still pulsing in pain under the wrapped bandages, a sign that it hadn't healed all the way yet. Grabbing his phone from his pocket he went straight to William's number and sent a text, Need to meet, last nights expedition revealed some information. When should I swing by?  The phone was shoved back into his pocket before opened the door and stepped out of the vehicle. Chase stretched his muscles and bones popped in the process after being cooped up in the truck for so long. He proceeded to look at himself in the side mirror, there was still two small gashes on his face that hadn't healed up but were held together by small tape stitches. Still, they couldn't be seen so he fished around in the backseat and whipped out a few bandages to cover them so that nobody would get a good look at the wounds. Last thing he needed was someone he passed by noticing how quick he healed by seeing him the next day and noticing they were gone, especially the group he was meant to meet or the council he was considering speaking to afterwards. Or whoever he was meant to pass the information to.
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Once the wounds on his cheek forehead were covered he changed out of his clothes which held a few blood stains, sliding on pants and a long sleeve shirt so that nothing could be noticed on his limbs. After locking the truck up he paused in the parking lot and carefully stretched his injured shoulder out of a kink with his stomach growling, breakfast wouldn't be a horrible idea.
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[NanLia]

Mackenzie had heard William emerge from his bedroom, she was aware he was standing behind her, in silence.  She wouldn't move; couldn't, trapped in place by awkwardness; uncertain how to move forward.  The quiet continued to grow until Mackenzie couldn't take it any longer, she finally turned to face him.


A slow smile crossed her lips, and she'd nod in greeting.  "Good morning."  She would make it simple, easy for him; she'd pretend it didn't happen.  It had been clear by his silence he didn't want to speak of what had occurred, and she certainly didn't blame him for it.  "Not sure how long your meeting will be, but I'll be ready to go when you're done." An easy lie that she hated telling him, but times were desperate.  "I'll be here."

 

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William returned the smile with a nod. "Hopefully I won't be long. I'm sure shopping for car parts will seem like a vacation afterward," he said lightly. Mac's smile was ambiguous enough to put the dream in question. Regardless, if she did remember it, she was giving him an out. It was a gesture he appreciated and didn't intend to waste. He moved to the door. "Be back soon," he said, heading out.


Hendrix made his way to the command tent with only ten minutes to spare; he hadn't thought to ask Maxwell where the meetings were held, but figured either the meeting or someone who could point him in the right direction would be here.