The following events occur in the downtime between the September 20 and October 4 sessions.

( Events & local gossip )

The Sept's assembly area is a circular area surrounding a large oak tree; there is enough room for perhaps 150 Garou and Kin to sit comfortably. Surrounding the tree is an open area, large enough for a group of Crinos to more around comfortable.

On one side of the tree, an open fire pit was been constructed by stacking old bricks to form a low circular wall. A spiral, wrought iron braclet is suspended over the fire on a polished wooden staff supported by two forked branches. A shirtless blond in leather pants tends the fire, occasionally feeding in a piece or two of wood to maintain the fire.

It's still early so the assemmbly area is still almost deserted. Henry, nude and painted with a multitude of sybols and designs, sits on a cured deer-skin mat, reaches into his bag of runes, and casts them.

**Let's see who I should invite for this rite.**

Henry casts the bones and reads the results. **Eoin Seven-Lights it is.**

Leaving the bones where they fell, Henry starts chanting....

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A bit over three hours later, Henry is no longer seated, though the cast bones are still where they fell. Other items have joned them on the deerskin - items of personal importance to various Kin, from an old framed photograph to a ring or a chipped plate.

There is an audience seated around the tree, watching the proceedings. A red-headed usher seats a late arrival. While the assembly area is by no means full, a the number respectable number of Kin and Garou seated is respectable.

With a sense of resolve, Henry begins to wrap up his Rite of Summoning. "Eoin Seven-Lights, a Crescent Moon of the Fianna, I call on you..."

((OOC: Henry needs to peirce the Gauntlet first: Spending a Willpower; Gnosis roll of: 2, 5, 7, 5, 4, 5. For the Summoning Rite, also spending a Willpower, difficultuy reduced by three for spending three hours on the rite, and by whatever the GM determines is appropriate for Henry's preparations. Wits+rituals roll is 7d10: 7, 2, 4, 8, 7, 8, 3))

These events happen in the downtime between the July 5 and July 19 sessions.

( Events & local gossip behind the cut )

((OOC: This post is intended for irene_drake, and takes place in the downtime between the July 5 and July 19 tabletop sessions))

In the O'Rourkes' dining room, the air smells pleasantly of good food. Mrs. O'Rourke makes her way around the table, passing out beverages and dessert, and for a time the chattering of the family and their guests is stilled as everyone enjoys the food.

As he finishes dessert, Niall pushes his chair away from the worn old wooden table with a satisfied sigh, smiling at Irene and her mother. "What did I tell you, ladies - there's not a person alive who can duplicate Marion's blackberry tarts." He gives his wife an affectionate smile and a good-natured pat on the rear, which earns him an indulgent smile in return.

Once dessert is finished, Niall gives Irene a meaningful glance and then addresses his wife. "Marion, love - you've done enough for tonight. Irene, would you be a dear and help me clean up here, so your mum and Marion can have some time to chat in the parlor?"

These events happen in the downtime between the March 29 and April 19 sessions.

( Events behind the cut )

These events happen in the downtime between the February 16 and March 1 sessions.

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These events happen in the downtime between the December 15 and January 5 sessions.

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((OOC: This post takes place after this one))

The sun is sinking below the horizon on the Hill as Meghann Howls-into-Battle and Tyrulf Wyrmtracker wait under an oak tree for Charges-the-Dark. There is a chill in the late autumn air, but it doesn't seem to bother the two of them. Meghann stands tall and straight, her reddish-blonde hair gleaming in the light of the setting sun, while Tyrulf lounges against the tree, grinning in a way that might put an observer in mind of a hungry wolf.

((OOC: This takes place after the December 1 session.))

David gets out of his truck at the Sullivan farm and looks around.

**Relax David yer a Roberts. Come what may you are a Roberts. 'Sides she likes ya and your aunt. That's gotta count for something.**

After a moment of squinting in the light and shivering in the cold he heads off in search of Meghann.

Outside O'Callahan's Irish Pub, a dark haired teen and a pale woman are talking.
Looking up at the womman, the teen says, "Okay, so you're going to take the poster in and ask if you can get it put up, then get something to eat.  And wait until I get back, right?"

The woman nods affirmatively.  "I can do this," she says in a soft voice.  "I can do this on my own."

The young man nods.  "All right.  If anything happens, you call me on your phone, just like we practiced.  Okay?"

"Okay, Raven."  She smiles.  "I like calling you Raven.  It's nicer than your old name."

"Thanks.  But go in now, okay?"

"Okay, bye!"

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A pleasant-looking, twenty-something woman with long platinum-blone hair, fair skin and pale blue eyes walks into O'Callahan's and looks around.  She spots a young man and walks over to him.  "Um, do you work here?" she asks in a soft voice.