Who: Isabel Lagerkvist + Lance Hastings What: Recruiting and shit. When: Evening of Saturday, December 28 Where: Weequahic Park Rating: tbd Status: tbd
Sitting by Weequahic Lake when the sky was steadily turning dark and blue, Isa certainly hoped she didn't look suspicious. But it was a strangely calming moment to be in and if there was anything she needed at the moment, it was that. Looking at the flat water emptied her mind and allowed her to sort of just drift away. Things back in Seagram -- and even Willowbrook, maybe -- have been hectic since the past few days so she was glad for this brief respite.
Brief was all it was going to be, though. Since Blair had asked her to try and invite Lance into the fold, Isa had been busy making arrangements. The first step was to look for a contact around the area, a Syndicate friend who now worked in the local government, and ask her to check on Lance Hastings for her. Lance was not a boy she was a stranger to, he was one of her last students before she left the school. Her friend was a metamorph who was more than happy to help and by helpful hints and furtive glances, she was able to inform Isa that Lance would be around the area at that time.
The next step was a little easier, she would just have to set the stage. Isa handed her friend, in the form of an old homeless woman, one of her gloves before she went to sit by the lake. The story would be that she dropped her glove and the friend would nag Lance to give it back to Isa. The whole thing seemed sound but there was every possibility that it could go wrong, of course. What if Lance wasn't alone, what if Lance didn't care enough to be nagged?
Isa had her phone out on such an occasion, her friend would text her. For now, she sat by the lake with one hand in her glove and the other folded in her arm.