Owner	Pose
Morrigan MacIntyre	The MacIntyre Estate in Upstate New York is very secluded and looks to be one of those old time stone houses that everyone loved to have mansions built out of in the 1900's. @emit It's been in the family that long, so it probably works for them. Tonight there is a bit of a somber feeling as one arrives to the front doors where they are greeted by Doctor Sharon MacIntyre and Doctor Sullivan MacIntyre. The former being a blonde in her mid to late 60's and her husband just approaching 70. "I wasn't sure who all would come really. I know saying we have a message from Morrigan is...beyond odd." she tells those who have come to this place tonight. "Would you all like a drink? We've got anything you'd like really. I wasn't sure what everyone might like so there is coffee, sodas, alcohol...so much alcohol." the woman chuckles. She's nervous. It's very apparent. "We'll be in the library, this way gentlemen." Sullivan gives a soft smile to those that have shown up and directs them to where they'll be having their meeting.
Michael Hannigan	A man with his long brown hair pulled back into a pony tail looks over to Doctor MacIntyre. "Coffee please." Mike tiredly requests, taking the host up on her offer. The news of the news did end up reaching him. But being that he was overseas when the invite occurred. Well... He does need that coffee. The darkly clad musician gives a curious glimpse to the rooms as they're led to the meeting area. While he never really lived in a place as large as this, he's been in his share of them. Usually his times are the result of people with way too much disposable income and a distaste for being in concert venues where they might have to interact with other people. "We're used to odd things." Mike states, hoping to alleviate some of the discomfort for whatever topic the doctor wishes to share.
Richard Stadler	The worst part was getting out of the city; Stadler's own car was in a long term parking lot that he visited once every so often when he needed to drive out of the city, and it was always an ordeal getting it out of the elevator, readjusting the mirrors, and sitting in traffic in the Lincoln tunnel to get to /Weehawken/, of all places. Once you managed to get through the traffic and away from the city it was pimarily just a long drive surrounded by trees and small hamlets on either side. Of course, today, this was all done with the all consuming question on how there was a message from a dead woman? Granted, one he had only known for a short while, yet an exceptional woman who had clearly helped a lot of students. And, at least here, he might get an answer. "Oh, I'll take the coffee as well. Stronger the better. Caffinee and I have a codependent relationship." He tries a small joke, just something to lighten the tension, as they move forward into the library. "And, to be honest... I suppose the natural thing would be to expect something mundane. A letter from her left after her death, maybe? My... err... coldolences, by the way." He adds, lamely. He did question exactly what /he/ was doing here... but there were students who would want to know, and wouldn't have been able to come out. That, alone, was enough.
Morrigan MacIntyre	"I'll get the coffees, you go ahead and explain, will you dear?" Sullivan asks his wife as they cross over into the library. There is a very large black Maine Coon that is sitting in front of a very large silver lined mirror that greets Richard and Michael with a loud meow. It rings off the quietness of the library walls. "Occam, that's no way to greet guests." Sharon gives a laugh. "This is Morrigan's cat. I figured we'd keep him until...things are settled." she sighs. "Have a seat and I thank you for coming. Even if you didn't know my daughter for long." she looks to Richard on that. Then to Michael, "I figured you all were. Seems weirdness likes to follow the school and its people." she admits. "Now, what I need to tell you will sound...very unbelievable, but it is what I've been told and what I know from experience." she tells them. Soon enough Sullivan is back with coffee for the guys to have!
Michael Hannigan	Hearing the meow, Mike's head turns to look towards the large cat. A small smile forms on his face but he doesn't make any effort to interact with the pet beyond the initial show of recognition. Finding a spot to sit, Mike heeds the advice, settling down. He doesn't lean back, instead leaning forward to rest the forearms on the upper legs. Eyes set upon the doctor's lips, seemingly trying to take in every word of what unbelievable news that is about to be presented. "Thank you." He states to Sullivan as he takes his mug.
Richard Stadler	Now that... that is a large cat. Who wouldn't notice that one as soon as you entered into a room. Or a barn. Or just in sight of it. Rick does seem suprised at the form of it, but regains composure quickly. "Oh, I'm sure that's just a way of greeting us properly. We're the ones walking into the territory after all. Hello, Occam." And he gives a little wave. To the point of indicating that the cat would be kept until... well. Richard's silent for that one. It wasn't the time just yet to bring up how exactly they were coping with there daughter's death. If they were... handling things. Or in denial, grasping at straws. Not the time, though giving the priming they were getting... Richard moves to take the cup when it's offered, giving a quiet 'thank you' and a nod at the geasture, before taking a long sip and responding. "It's... an odd place, your daughter was running, but a good place. And I suppose weirdness just takes some getting used to, esspecially for the.. ah... 'normals' like myself. I... don't know if I can promise you I'll beleive the unbeleivable, but I owe you, at the very least, my ear and an open mind in the matter." He nods slightly. "So please... go ahead."
Morrigan MacIntyre	There are footsteps that ring out in the hallway and a tall man with dusky skin and black hair tied back into a ponytail steps into the room. He's dressed well and there is a look to the two that have joined them, "Ah, only two. I was expecting a few more." the Romanian man states. "This'll do though." the man states as he finds a seat in front of the mirror. He doesn't cast a reflection. That is obvious. "Morrigan's school is...very special. But it's also came with a lot of things being thrown out of whack. And more enemies being made." Sharon frowns. Then she looks to the man who enters and she rolls her eyes, "This is Mister Blackwood, Morrigan's biological father." she introduces him in a trite way. Then she goes back to the guests, "The matter of fact way to explain this situation is that Morrigan died destroying the last of the three goddesses that make up the Morrigan. Nemain was killed by Badb, Badb infused herself into Morrigan more than a month ago as Badb was infected and she was hoping that she could cure them. Then the corruption spread to Macha and it corrupted her. It forced her to come after Morrigan as she felt that her sisters were trying to dethrone her, but that was not the case." she shakes her head. "When she killed herself and Macha in Cairo there was...an issue. When they started to reform it was Morrigan that came back through and it appears that the other three have been infused in her." she frowns at that as she gives that time to register with Richard and Michael.
Michael Hannigan	Mike is quiet. Ok. So... Three goddesses making the power group Morrigan. Then there were two with number two hiding in a person of the same name. And then number three was that b**** who screwed up the field trip. Sounds like a bit of a soap opera right there. The coffee mug is brought up to his lips for a small sip as the story continues. The mug lowers and a brow is raised. "...Are you saying Morrigan's alive?"
Richard Stadler	Stadler looks with a furrowed brow as a new party joins them from the hallway, craning his neck as the man walks in past the hallway. "It's a bit of a drive getting anywhere upset, and most of the people I know who might want to attend are teenagers who'd have to spring for a bus ticket or teachers that might not be able to afford the gas..." He says, trailing off as the man sits down in front of the mirror, and he's suddenly very still, cocking his head at the man. And then there's the explanation. Richard seems to keep very calm as things are explained. He automatically sips his coffee, and, once Sharon has explained the entireity of the situation, he takes a long draught of the cup, emptying it, and placing it on the nearest avalible surface. The smart thing, the reasonable thing to do, would simply be nodding at the two humans and whatever the hell was sitting in front of him, turn around, walk to his car, and drive away. He could stop by a Best Western on the way back. Make a vacation of it. That's what Biology teachers did, right? Enjoyed a few weeks of peace in the summer before returning to mundane lesson plans and taking attendence and explaning how the gall bladder work. Not deal with Goddess. Or three Goddess inhabiting one person. Or the dead simply coming back to life. It was absurd, mostly, if a man who didn't cast a reflection wasn't standing in front of him, and if the angel hadn't appeared in Cario. So. So. Richard closes his eyes for a moment, takes a deep breath, and then hold up his hands. "All right. One. Mr. Blackwood, do you care to explain why you do not reflect in that mirror behind you. Two. You're indicating that there are three goddesses, one of which Doctor MacIntyre-" He pauses, looking at Morgan's parents. "Morrigan. infused herself with, to help, who then caused that 'angel' appearing in Cario to kill her, and now, those three have reformed into your daughter. And your daughter, or at least something that appears to be your daughter, is alive. Does that sum it up?" Three fingers. "Three. Does anyone have a cigerette? Or a pack of them? I'll pay for them."
Colette O'Connail	It's almost like some old-fashioned murder mystery movie only weirder. The strange old secluded house that has been in the family forever, the meeting in the library where secrets are revealed. It's not the kind of secret you'd expect revealed in such a production, though, this talk of gods. The film has come off the reel.     Nonetheless it would be only poetic where there to be a sudden crash of thunder outside, causing the lights to flicker. Or a loud, unexpected knocking at the door.     There's a loud, unexpected knocking at the door. Sullivan's footsteps echo as he goes to answer, and voices can be heard outside the library. A few moments later the door opens to reveal a third attendant, Colette O'Connail. Unusual - she's never late for things. Perhaps still fewer than the Romanian man might have hoped for, but a 50% increase.     Colette nods her head to Mike and Richard first, before greeting their hosts similarly. "It wasn't an angel," she replies to Richard. "It was someone called Macha. And Morrigan was someone called Morrigan. What exactly where you expecting?"     She gives another nod to Sharon. "My apologies for being late. No need to repeat yourself, I'll catch up."
Morrigan MacIntyre	The dark haired man that's in front of the mirror looks to Richard and there is a moment he ahs, "Well, I'm a vampire. Morrigan was a half vampire before her passing. Though she never made it a public thing." he states. There really wasn't any shame in the way the man said it. Then something moves in the mirror behind him, "Lucian don't scare my friends." the hiss is cut off after a moment. "Alive is one way to put it." comes the voice from the mirror. That's definitely Morrigan. "I didn't infuse myself with a goddess, Badb was dying and sought me out. She thought that I could cure her for some reason." she frowns at that. "This is why they tell you to cover your mirrors after someone dies, by the way." she muses. "What my parents are not wanting to mention is that there is a group called The Cult of the Morrigan that wants to summon me from the depths of my current home and use binding spells to have me do their bidding, which does not sound like a fun time." she admits. "But the only way for me to get back to earth is for them to do the summoning. Otherwise I'm sort of stuck in this realm." the Irish woman states as she paces in the mirror. "It is a rock and a hard place situation. If we can get the summoning ritual broken before they can enact the binding we should be good to go...but if they get the binding incantations done...it's not going to be pretty." she frowns. "I know this is a lot to deal with and I apologize. Obviously no one is obligated to help." she tells the gathered.
Michael Hannigan	Mike does NOT seemed too surprised about the revelation of Morrigan being a half vampire. She DID have to use a lot of sunblock. Plus the other vampire types he's met seem pretty...chill. Morrigan actually speaking is of a bit more interest to him. Mike looks over to the mirror. A general plan appears to be already in order. It SOUNDS simple. Go find the site of a cult's summoning ritual and interrupt them before they go into the enslavement spell encore but-. Ok fine, that doesn't sound simple at all. But, they've done crazier things, right? "Do we know where this ritual is going to be?" Mike asks
Richard Stadler	Stadler gives a slow nod. "Oh, vampire. And Morrigan was a... half vampire." Now is not the point to be really trying to process vampires existed and Richard was in far closer proximity to one than he would have expected to be. Just... humor people, vampires existed. It's not like that was needed information. Esspecially when the next thing happens and Rick visably stiffens in his chair. Now that. That was Morrigan. The picture, the voice, as Stadler moves past the shock and goes to stand up. He certainly needs to rule out the obvious first, at this point. "Pardon. Not going to touch it, just..." He says, striding over to the mirror. At least Morrigan can't see him looking closely at it, then behind it. Sure, it could be a very advanced display. In the middle of Upstate New York, for... what? What the hell would have been the outcome? He steps back, and turns to Colette. "I was expecting having to buy school supplies and find a supplier for fetal pigs, if you're asking. This..." He pauses, takes another breath. "I'm going to want an AP Biology course when this is done with, Doctor MacIntyre. We're going to talk about this." Another joke, and how the hell else was he supposed to keep sane? "He paces himself, moving back to the chair, but not sitting down. "So. Ditto to... Mister Hannigan? His question. Where is this going to be, and is there something... special we need to do to stop it? Or just the power of selective violence?"
Colette O'Connail	"Right, so crazy cult. Let crazy cult do the summoning, stop crazy cult do the binding. That sound about right?" Colette asks. She seems quite unperturbed by all of this. Is that what happens when you've been at Happy Harbor for a while? Poor Richard.     "And let me see if I understand this. The Morrigan, as in the triple-goddess, has been fighting amongst herself. And decided that what, eating Morrigan, the school principle that is, would cure her indigestion. So crazy cult plans to do this summoning and binding to what, create a new host? Something like that? So pretty typical Friday night for a crazy cult." How has one so young grown so cynical.     She gives a nod to Mike's pertinent question. Finding where a crazy cult hangs out can be tricky, but the rest sounds less challenging to her. Find crazy cult, stop crazy cult. Crazy cult could be anywhere in the world really. Even though 'somewhere in Ireland' is a solid guess, it could still take a lot of looking, and that's hard work. Stop crazy cult though? Well if the worst comes to the worst there's always the 'tear everyone to pieces, bathe in their blood and revel in the departure of their souls' option. While it may not be Colette's favored option these past few centuries it at least in some ways the /easy/ option...     Colette is dragged from her reverie by Richard's comment. "This isn't part of the curriculum," she says. "Nor is it part of your job description. It's blood, and magic, and death. That makes it voluntary. If you want to stick to your biology text-books, nobody's going to hold it against you."
Morrigan MacIntyre	Lucian looks all too pleased that he's spooked at least one person, though Morrigan poking him verbally makes him cross his legs in the chair and dig out his smokes, "Oh, you needed one of these?" he asks Richard as he tosses him the pack. Morrigan would roll her eyes at her father if they worked. But they don't. "Michael, they have picked a rather scenic ocean side property in Ireland. I figure someone owns it privately and is letting them use it." she admits. "And yes, I got half of my fathers genes when I was conceived. I never enjoyed it and I didn't want anyone to be scared of me." she frowns to the half vampire thing. "Richard, if you want an AP course you can have it." she chuckles. Then she bows her head as she listens to Colette, "Colette always saving my ass." she whispers. "Yes, crazy cult, need to stop them. Might lose me again in the process...but I'd rather that happen than them having a Godling under their control." she sighs. "Currently I am the new host. It's why my bodies not fully composed again, there's fighting going on and I'm trying to keep all of it together." she frowns. "It takes a lot of energy. But by the time they summon me it should all be corrected." she breathes out. "And Colette is right, Richard. No one is bound by any contracts or anything to help. I don't want anyone to die or to be hurt over me. Especially any of the children." she whispers. "My mother has maps of the site and has more information for you all. I wanted to speak as I know listening to a message through another is sometimes difficult." she admits quietly. "But I want you to know that I thank you all for coming tonight. You didn't have to. I appreciate it." she smiles to them.
Michael Hannigan	Mike gives a nod as Richard correctly assumes which surname he's using right now. Yep. Before the flight left Rome, he was a Drago. Now that he's here, well now he is a Hannigan. Maybe he should invest in a roll of 'Hello My Name is' stickers. "Well, conveniently enough my tour takes me into Ireland soon. So I'll be in the area for the next few weeks even without having to make any notable changes." He tilts his head, "Do we got a general idea of WHEN they're planning to do this?" The mention of maps answers the other question of needing more specifics to the location.
Richard Stadler	Richard catches the pack with one hand, taking a second to check the brand, before taking one out of the pack and taking a cigerette in his teeth. "Thank you. Do you mind?" He asks the Morrigan's, though at this point it's a somewhat forgiveable 'better to beg for forgiveness' situation, as the zippo comes out of his pocket, flicked open, the cigerette lit, and then snapped shut as he takes a drag. "Ireland. Not ideal, but at least it isn't, say, Belarus." He notes, before nodding. "Excellent. Well, I've got what I want, so I might as well help out." He gives a bit of a deadpan statement, humor continuing to pull him through the situation, even if there is a silent look of concern about how Morrigan was trying to keep it all together. And to those who indicate that he's not obligated to do this, Richard has to consider it. Honestly take a few seconds and just thinking about giving that polite refusal, the coldolences, the 'good lucks'. It took a bit of time, before he shook his head. "Exactly what would I say to, say, Crush, or Ms. Evans, after this is all over? 'I knew there was trouble, but I decided to run away'? They'd never listen to me after that. Oh, no, in for a penny, in for a pound." He says, before looking to Colette. "Magic I know nothing about. Blood is something I have a passing familiarity on, though, and death and I have a.... very complicated relationship. So. Glad to be here, Doctor. Let's get things done. "Maps." he says, nodding. "That'll be the first step. Planning ingress the second, esspecially if this operation is time sensetive. If Mr. Hannigan has a tour, I'm hoping that means he might have an aircraft. Esspecially ones that the TSA or customs might spend a bit less time on than a commerical flight." He muses.
Colette O'Connail	"There will be some kind of land registry records or real estate agent records that'll give us basic floorplans and the lay of the land once we have the actual address," Colette points out. "We can hire someone local to dig up all the info before we go. Google Earth is helpful too. No point attempting any kind of detailed planning without that."     She stares thoughtfully at Richard for a few moments, her expression giving away absolutely nothing. "Commercial flights are fine. When they ask you if you have anything to declare, just don't mention anything about crazy cults or dead people, they won't like that. I'm sure anything needed can be acquired in Ireland. If there's a need to get anything over to Ireland or back without going through customs..." she glances Mike's way a second. "Mike and I know a guy. As for Crush or Madison, just don't tell them. Magic can be fucked up and nasty, Richard. If you don't want to see a side to the world you'd probably be happier not seeing, you heard Mo. You don't have to."     She glances back at the mirror. "But she's a good boss, and... understanding. If there's a chance to get her back, I'm in." She pauses a beat before cracking the hint of a smile. "After all, if we don't get her back we may get a real asshole boss to replace her. Not worth the risk."
Morrigan MacIntyre	"I'm being called back to the pool for another go around, so I apologize for not staying longer. Plus I have one more person to go haunt." Morrigan tells them. "They do have the location and addresses. There is a tentative date. There is a mole in their cult that has leaked information." she states. "It's not Belarus or our favorite place, Malta." she frowns at that. She never wanted to visit Malta again. "You'd tell Crush and Madison that you are human and while you would have loved to have helped someone needed to stay behind. We're teachers and caretakers before anything else, Richard." Morrigan states. "Or what Colette said. I'm not going to fault you, neither would the others. We've seen magic and things. It is next level craziness. But if you're in. We'll do our best to protect you and make sure you return home safely. No matter what happens to me." she states. "Oh my gods, could you imagine my replacement? Duncan is probably having panic attacks now on it." she chuckles. "Energy is fading. So I'll let my parents...and father take back over." she states as she eyes Lucian. "He'll be going. He has a very good handle on magic and I suspect he'll be good help after the sun goes down." she tells them. "Please be safe and if you don't have to tell the students anything...don't. If I get home we'll have an assembly and surprise them." she states.
Michael Hannigan	Mike gives a slow smile to the mention of knowing a guy and gives a nod. "We know a few, actually." He responds, looking over to Colette. But she's got a point. Americans vacationing in Ireland isn't going to raise a red flag. It's convenient for me that the tour leads me there because I've got more people watching me." As Mo makes her goodbyes, Mike looks back over to her. "We'll do what we can." He responds. "It's... good to hear your voice again."
Richard Stadler	Stadler seems to be a little energetic, if the increasing pacing is anything to go by. Probably the nicotine, as he's already done with one cigerette, pocketing the butt conscientiously before starting the second. "These things are horrible for me." He muses almost to himself, before giving, of all things, a bit of a roll of his eyes. "You can bet I'm not telling a thing to any student before we're done with this. Cheifly because I can't stop any of them from putting them in harm's way if they found out. But you can bet when it's over the cat will be throughly out of the bag. In terms of flights, yes. Yes, if it's Ireland, I have tools to resolve the situation I don't want customs looking at. If it's Northern Ireland, I know a few people in Mildenhall that can get what I need into the country. But I'll be going. I could not forgive myself if I didn't do something to help bring you back to those same students, Morrigan. I've seen how they feel about you. In terms of protecting me... You've seen my resume. You know what I did before teaching, and you know how far I got. My safety is not my priority." He's silent for a few moments as she indicates her energy is fading. "Don't worry... we'll get it done. And I think we all look forward to you getting back."
Colette O'Connail	Colette on the contrary would be quite happy to visit Malta again. She had quite a good time there in before and after doing her part in the crazy cult business that had taken place there, and made some good contacts with some of the local hunting community who she'd hired as muscle while there. It's sunny, full of history, and has beautiful beaches. She hadn't officially been part of that particular mission though, having gone along on her own initiative to make sure the band of mercenaries and heroes Morrigan had gathered to deal with that particular crazy cult wouldn't mess up. She doesn't know whether Mo even knows she was actually there though, so she's not going to comment. Plausible deniability and all that.     "See you in a little while then Doc," Colette tells the mirror. "In Ireland. We'll try not to get Richard killed. That is if he doesn't smoke himself to death first, of course."     She turns to Richard with a wry smile. "If your safety is not your priority, you should worry less about them being horrible for you."
Morrigan MacIntyre	Morrigan gives a dip of her head to them, "Be safe in your travels." she tells the group before she fades out of the mirror. Occam yowls very loudly and bats at the glass as his owner disappears. Again. WHERE IS MY LOVE, HUMAN! Death is not an excuse. Lucian reaches down to scoop up the huge cat, "Come on grandson." he mutters to it as he heads off. "I'll be there when you need me." he tells them. Sharon and Sullivan give them all the details to prepare as they can. It's...a lot to deal with. But things will make sense when it goes off. Hopefully. For now, it was just a trip to Ireland and a wait.