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"Okay, woke to a grocery list... goes like this, duty and death..."
Who: All characters who received a black envelope.
What: First meetings or rather, distractions.
When: May 8th, 3 pm
Where: Anhalt Building, 1005 E. Roy Street.
Status: Open; in progress.

Nobody remembers Fred Anhalt anymore.

Like its architect, the Anhalt Building has slipped away from the public mind, even of those who walk past it. If a passerby stops to look, it's simply because they see another cracked window or because a phone rang in their pocket. No one ever rings the bell. No one ever goes in.

Perhaps this is why the door is unlocked when the first entrant tries the handle. The sound of the door swinging inward echoes into the empty corridors. The lights inside are warm, welcoming, uncharacteristic for a building that Seattle thinks abandoned. A faint scent of ammonia filters in from the hall. The corners are all well-swept. There is nothing here, beyond the age and cracking of the wallpaper, to remind anyone that the Anhalt was lost to history not long after its making.

There is only one unlocked room, however, and that is on the first floor. A long table rests in the center with exactly ten chairs.

There is nothing on the table, no sign that this is a meeting, but there is also no question that it is nothing but. For one, the table takes much of the room - a cocktail party would find its members casting uneasy glances at that table that is both unassuming and dominating.