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Michael Hannigan	It is at that magic hour of the day where many persons have switched to a form of transition. For most it's the long commute home. For others, it's the beeline to the bar post work. And for those who sometimes gets book to work in a recording studio that is located on a beach- well...it's opening a door from the main building to walk out to the pool area. A glance is given to the inviting waters before the musician instead moves over to a patio table. Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Three bottles are positioned in a close triangle formation. The droplets form on the outer shells betraying the location of their previous home while the close proximity of each other serve as a means to keep the contents of each cooler for a little bit longer. Those expected would be greeted by security at the door. And upon confirming them to be on the list, would each be shown out to this area. Fortunately, not many people choose to book a beach retreat on a Wenesday so there is little if any contention for the pool area. Task complete, Mike pulls out a seat and gets comfortable.
Sara Pezzini	After work, NYPD work of course. Sara takes her bike from the station straight over to Happy harbor, to the studio beach retreat. It seemed as good a place as any to hold a meeting, but she was in fact still in her work clothes. New jeans, with her black hiking boots, loose fitting cotton shirt with a light weight jacket over it. The only reason she bothered with the jacket was to conceal her side arm. Security at the door. Sara eyes the guy with arms folded across her chest, waiting for him to confirm she is supposed to be there. It seemed a but over the top to her, but it wasn't her house so she played along. Shown out to the back patio, she glances back to the person who escorted her, offered a nod, then her attention went to Mike at the table. A slight shrug is offered before she walks over and takes a seat. "Well, well, aren't you hoity-toity," she offers with a grin. "Such a lovely place for what's about to happen."
Richard Stadler	Stadler takes some time getting there, if for the simple fact that he had his jog in the morning, and the walk was a bit of a distance from the school itself. He had blocked enough time for the walk, of course, but there was some time he had to just enjoy the Hudson and the bay as they were presented, the rocky, choppy waters, familiar enough for someone who grew up with similar. The sun had only made the sky a bit more golden by the time Stadler arrived at the.. studio? Resort? Certainly one, the other, or both. A quick production of his driver's license, and he was past the opening. "A bit heavy with the security, aren't we?" He noted, buffed, worn dress shoes clicking over the concrete of the patio, before he moves to sit down with the other two, facing the sea, coat unbutton'd in a quick, practiced way wearing a suit for a living would teach you. "Though I honestly don't know what sort of rabble show up here. A bit of a problem with stalkers, Mike?"
Michael Hannigan	Hearing the chair slide out, Mike glances up, smiling to the detective. "Wade doesn't cut corners when it comes to the care of his guests." He replies, "Considering the nature of the clients' careers sometimes comes with unwanted attention. The added security usually pays for itself." There's a gesture over to the trio of waters, "Besides, I figured this would give us a little more privacy than a bar in the middle of happy hour. And still be within a reasonable distance from where Rick is working." As Rick finds his way to the patio area, Mike looks over to Rick, giving a nod of greeting. As he asks about stalkers, the musician grins. Looking back over to Sara. "He gets it." He replies, tagging that to the justification for security. "Although that's more for the human ones..." A hand waves over to the drinks in the center once more. "Afternoon Sara. Afternoon Rick. Other than the security stop, any problems getting here?"
Sara Pezzini	Unbuttoning the front of her jacket, not nearly as skilled at it as Richard is, Sara sits back and crosses her legs. "I don't have issues with stalkers," she comments with a chuckle. "Even as an Avenger, pictures of me in my armor on magazine covered, apparently the fans are smart enough not to try anything." She looks to Richard as he settles in and offers a nod, "Good to see you again, hope you're having a good day." "I rarely have troubles getting anywhere," she replies to Mike with a slight grin. "Though if I like to keep my clothing, I use my bike... which I did, and no, no troubles." Taking a moment to consider the beers on the table, she reaches over and picks one up. Popping the top, she offers it to Richard, and if he takes it she gets one for herself. "I can only sip this, have to drive home and I'm not in the mood to owe Witchblade one by burning the alcohol off."
Richard Stadler	"The day's going fairly well. Some very interesting questions heading to the end of the semester from a few of the students, some... skate by work from others. Sadly, the class is a bit too large for most direct attention, and sometimes you just have to hope the D they get here informs what they're going to see going forward." He says, sighing. "Bummed myself out." He notes, before waving a hand at the beer. "Sorry. I tend to watch what I drink. If you've got a Perrier, I'll take that." Hey, this was a fancy place; he expected some fancy water. Beyond that, he leans back in the chair for a moment, eyes drinking in the gorgeous view of the seaside. "Well. As beautiful as it is out here- and really, Mike. This is a prime piece of real estate, enough to make me a little jealous you have it-, I know that things will quickly get dark and cold this close to the water. So, I believe you folks had something to dicuss?" He asked, before tilting his head a bit. "Or was this just a social call?"
Michael Hannigan	If Rick was expecting Mike to clap his hands to have attentive servers rush to his beckon call, he's in for a bit of surprise. SCREEEEEEEEE- The heavy metal of the chair upon patio screams in protest as Mike slides it back. Getting up to head over to the bar area. Crouching down, Mike is hidden from sight before the sound of something unlatching and a door opening can be heard. CLUNK. Click. Mike's head peeks up over the bar as he walks back over to the table. Setting the requested fancy water next to Rick. He thunks into the chair. "It's Wade's business. Not mine." Mike points out. Come to think of it. A lot of the places Mike lives at are technically Wade's property. "And yes there is something to discuss." He admits, "...Regarding the future of the JLD. We lost Nettie. And prior to that Lydia. Leaving Sara in charge. So..." Mike looks over to Sara.
Sara Pezzini	There is a slight wince as the metal chair screams, the Sara collects herself rather quickly to follow Mike with her eyes to the bar. She wasn't entirely certain exactly how this was going to get started, or go for that matter, and then the hammer dropped... well Mike dropped it. "Mike here has agreed to fill in one of the vacant leadership positions," she says as she looks back to Richard. "Having it dropped in my lap like that has made my life a living hell, but I get it, people move on and life has to go one." She takes a drink of her beer to obtain some liquid courage then just gets right to it. "I have a third person lined up, he has knowledge in the magical things that I have no fucking clue about, and Mike here lacks the knowledge in." She takes another drink before setting the bottle down. "So I'm going to be blunt here. I need you Richard," she doesn't pause here like she did with Mike, nor is she grinning. "I need your logical mind, your sensible thinking, your calm abilities to be the voice of sanity for this insane group, and our liaison with the human world. To the point, I would like you to be an advisor to the leadership, which means that should all three of us be taken out... you get the keys to the organization."
Richard Stadler	Stadler looks over to Mike getting up, before grimacing as he does so. "You could have-" He says, as a drink is procured from the fridge. Too late to do anything but sit there and take the drink. "You could have told me where they were, you know." He says, taking the drink and taking a swallow of the water itself. "Tastes like static." He notes to himself, before nodding to the rest of them. He does give a bit of a sad smile at the mention of missing, lifting the bottle. "Ms. DIetrich, I don't know if I had the chance to know very well. Ms. Crowe... I do hope wherever she is isn't too... boring." He says. Best thing to say about someone. "But I might guess where this is going." He turns to Sara as she goes over the current situation. "I should hope you have someone like that there; the one thing I know this organization needs is magical knowledge, at least with the threat board I saw Ms. Crowe deal with." He notes, before leaning forward. "I'd accuse you of flattery if I didn't have a good handle on my strengths and weaknesses. If you need an advisor, I can certainly provide the skills. Now... as for being the.. Godfather of your organization here..." He pauses himself, thinking over the words. "I think you said it best. I'm firmly in the human world here. I know little, very little about magic. Granted, I can learn, but with everything else I'm doing... you have to realize if that happens, I'd be following certain contingency plans."
Michael Hannigan	The observation to the water's taste, there's a quirk of the lips. "Wouldn't have been my first choice." Mike responds tilting his head to the Perrier. A brow lifts to the mention of contingency plans. "Ideally using what you learned about those still in the group to find new heads?" Mike questions. "Either way of those Nettie brought in, you came to mind when discussing the possibility of adding this position to the hierarchy. You sure as hell aren't shy about telling me what you're thinking about my choices. Let's extend that to Sara and the future third."
Sara Pezzini	Sara smirks every so slightly, one brow lifting slightly before she collects the bottle from the table and takes another drink. The truth she had kept to herself and Witchblade, she needed Richard to help deal with Mike and he whom she has mostly decided on for the third. To hear Mike suggest that Richard could share what he was thinking about her choices... "A contingency plan is an excellent idea," she finally says after a moment. "There should have been one all along for just such a situation because no one person should ever have to deal with all this shit again."
Richard Stadler	Stadler gives some raised eyebrows over to Sara as she mentions an excellent idea. "Are... you saying we don't have one, right now? Not in a folder, somewhere?" He says, taking another swallow of fancy water that's rapidly becoming regular water. "Well, that's... something we have to work on, at the moment. I can understand there's a bit of a power vacuum here, but the first part about dealing with adversity is having a plan for it. A framework you can train for. You'd be surprised at what you can survive with a good set of contingences." He sighs, before nodding. "Then yes. I don't mind taken on the role over here. If I'm being honest, I do have enough contacts to make things work a bit smoother, though it depends on where the operation happens to be. So long as it doesn't involve some... Day of the Dead outbreak, I'd be glad to offer my services."
Michael Hannigan	Mike looks over to Rick. "Rick. At one point a set of leaders put our headquarters in a building they found in the Astral plane. Not built. FOUND. That Nettie left us a brick and mortar location to work out of IS the forward thinking." He pauses, glancing to Sara, "Although... there were a bit of notes and documentation made, and Lydia commissioned me for that protection spell for that battle with the Angels and the teamwork training so- maybe not giving enough credit-" Mike pauses. "...sorry." Mike drifts back to quiet, looking to Rick. When Rick agrees to help, Mike smiles. "Good to hear. And it looks like you're already coming up with some suggestions we could run with. Is there anything you'd need from us?"
Sara Pezzini	"I have contingency plans, but you have to understand that I don't know shit about magic," Sara states with a shrug of her shoulders. "Nettie and Lydia, that was their area. I was tactics and strategy, and then those failed, brute force. I was /never/ meant to lead this thing by myself, so sure I got some idea and some plans, but I'm still going through Nettie's notes to figure out what people in this organization can actually do." She had said a few sips, but was already half way through the beer. Didn't matter really, American beer was basically hop and barley infected water. "Most everyone in this group are not team players," she continues, setting the bottle back on the table. "So when we get into a situation against an enemy, its like herding cats to get things done. I'd like to change that, I've always wanted to change that, and maybe /now/ I can finally do something about it." She clears her throat a little, having gotten all that off her chest. "So, is there anything you need?"
Richard Stadler	Richard looks between the two of them. "That's the question I should be asking you. I plan to, in this case. It's... important to establish a functional chain of command and delegation of duties, and keeping them that way ensures that there's no cross talk. I..." He pauses again. "I've spent a lot of time giving orders to others, and I know my weaknesses. The last thing you need is someone who doesn't know a grimoire from a cauldron deciding he needs to butt in and issue orders that countermand yours. In terms of of what would help me assist you, I think I have what I need in our roster. A list of our current assests may be useful, as well as what the threat board looks like. We know that, we know what resources we might need, and where we might need to make some phonecalls."
Michael Hannigan	"Maybe who works best with who. Abilities that overlap. Known blind spots. Who the healers are. Who has medical training... Whose abilities can be shared Whose are restricted to just them...." Mike pauses, "What abilities can be passed to others." He glances over to Sara, "Right... I think we can work on brainstorming some items and maybe get back to you with it."
Sara Pezzini	Sara nods, looking between the two men before she says, "Brainstorming is a good idea, so is finding out what the others can do. Some I know, some I don't... but Richard," she looks directly at him now. "Thank you."