The hour for socializing was winding down, people were expected to find seats, with or without plates of food. A bevy of beverages were also at hand, all of them non-alcoholic but that not stopping them from being pleasant. Another belief of the consilium was that people who were fed were often less argumentative, and it worked, if only because of the general malaise which overtook people in the aftermath of eating. After those present were generally seated, and a quiet settled over most of the crowd, Mr. Rogers rose to address the mages herein assembled. He did so by use of a microphone, because while magic is fun and wonderful, sometimes it's simpler to just use technology. It was one reason for the site after all.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://images.wikia.com/uncyclopedia/images/archive/a/a2/20101113195532!Middle_aged_man.jpg)</div><strong>"Now I'm sure you are all wondering why this meeting was called so suddenly. Rest assured there is no emergency, yet. A number of signs have been read and we are in the process of preparing actions against them. If each of you will check under your seats, you will have an envelope, or not have one as the case might be, regarding a further time and meeting place, as well as who will be the provost of your future meeting, as well as any actions which may result."</strong>He smiled as in turn, most of the auditorium felt beneath their seats and found envelopes taped there.<strong>"We would ask you to save these for later, and if you have not received one do not take it as a slight, your services are simply not needed for the time being, or we know how busy you otherwise are. Those of you who choose not to attend your meeting would do well to inform us before departing today, lest we think you are shirking responsibilities. We will now open the floor to other business, those of you disinterested may depart with my thanks for your attendance of the meeting."</strong><br/><br/>With that a number of people rise and depart, largely through back exits to a nearby underground garage, and some out the front door. People rarely took stock of how long people had been in attendance of an event, they only noticed the comings and goings. Each of you was unfortunate enough to receive an envelope, a tasking, when several of you had not realized until the last minute you would be attending. Those with sight up feel that these envelopes have a definite weaving of fate upon them, as well as space and time, as if they found their way to your specific chair on their own rather than having been placed there. Some things are simply spooky. It could also be that the magic simply allowed the person who placed them to know exactly where you'd be sitting when the words were spoken. Any of you who chose not to retrieve your envelope before departing however find them rather insistent, appearing in an exterior pocket or barring that... well, let's hope you took the envelope like a good little mage.<br/><br/>Without exception, your envelopes tell you to meet at the nearby Scope, in one of the side rooms which you are assured will be open, at 9 pm that evening. It seems they intend to take your whole night from you. It is the "Earnest hope" of the entity giving the letters that you will attend, and something in the script of the letter insists it will be a bad idea to miss the meeting. Either for you, or possibly for a much larger group of people.