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Ganymede appeared, as beautiful as ever, and Auriga may or may not have actually hopped off the ground just a little bit. "Look, my arm is healed," she said, holding it up to show. It had been an extreme burden as long as it lasted. The fact that her cast was history was like Christmas came early. Ganymede was also able to explain the magic of the moon, which Auriga accepted with a smile and a thumbs up.

Another person popped into energy, but was gone quickly. Auriga would have to introduce herself later. Instead, she focused her gaze on Kepler, who was glancing at her, and nodded along to what she was saying. "I haven't been to mine either," Auriga quipped. Her joy got a bit more tentative when Valhalla issued his warning.

There were, again, just too many names. But that wasn’t really a bad thing. Better too many than too few. Amphitrite made a valiant effort though, making special note of all those senshi and knights she’d like to bother later. Like - oh, wait. She was pretty stupid, wasn’t she? The senshi pulled out her phone from Ash, glancing back at the crowd of powered individuals. She had to be smart about this; she couldn’t be that obnoxious person that went around asking for everyone’s number or anything, even if she sort of wanted to. “Cybele, “ she greeted, tilting her head towards her in muted greeting.

A brief surge of panic swept through her, although no one would know it. She’d called Ganymede a ‘he’. Had she gotten it wrong? Not like it really mattered to her one way or another what the glowy senshi decided to go by, but she really didn’t want to make a mistake like that and insult anyone. But then she heard Valhalla call Ganymede a ‘her’, and they seemed like they were probably maybe friends or something, so…

Almost immediately though, she realized she totally liked Auriga. Seriously. Not only was her whole outfit completely ridiculously cool, but she just radiated a kind of energy that instantly drew the seashell laden senshi’s attention. She couldn’t help but smile back at her, edging closer as she tried to find a good place to break into her constant stream of conversation. It didn’t hurt that Ganymede came back nice and quick too, much to her excitement. They were both talking anyway, so maybe she could just sidle in there and get a few numbers and --

-- wow she probably sounded like such a creep, didn’t she? Keep the mental creepiness to a minimum. Don’t be creepy Nat. Just play it cool Nat. You’re just on the moon with a bunch of completely unbelievably beautiful cool people Nat, no big deal --

“Wait, ice queen? - and there really are ghosts?” she blurted out, her eyes wide and somewhere between wonder and awe; she was still entirely too fresh to be reeling from a lot of fears.

Abruptly another completely gorgeous senshi with long blond hair and flowers appeared; he was gone again in nearly the blink of an eye, but it was enough to send her reeling as she couldn’t help sighing and mumbling, less to herself than she thought, “Seriously, I’m starting to think Mauvians are drawn to models or something…” If some of these people didn’t model it was definitely a crime.

The alien thing threw her for a loop, if only because she hadn’t really considered it. She’d been sitting here calling the cats aliens the whole time, but really they were all… “Wait, what??” she exclaimed when Valhalla explained that the Negaverse used that as an excuse to exert their claim over the planet or something crazy like that. “But… that’s stupid, “ she said bluntly, crossing her arms and furrowing her brow. “I mean, they steal energy and unleash monsters and stuff, don’t they? - being from Krypton doesn’t make Superman less of a superhero, and I bet he’d kick some Negaverse a** if he was here too.”

Also! Now was her chance! “By the way, uh… Auriga, right?” She pulled out her phone and shifted it awkwardly from one hand to another. “Do you wanna, I don’t know, maybe… however this meeting works out... do you wanna exchange numbers, patrol together or something sometime, maybe?” She flashed her a sheepish smile. “I don’t know if you heard me before or not, but I know I can’t keep any names straight ever in my life, and -- I’m Amphitrite, hi! My attack’s kind of defensive, like a shell shield, so it’d probably be better if I go with someone else, and… I mean, I’d go with anyone here, for the record, “ she added, glancing around sheepishly because it was probably a little rude to zero in on one senshi (especially with someone as gorgeously awesome as Ganymede around); Auriga just seemed like she’d be so much fun to hang out with.

Ganymede was a she? Oh. That was embarrassing. Even though everyone was very politely not mentioning it, all Cybele could do for a few moments was sit there and blush at her stupidity, especially when the obviously feminine senshi showed up again a few moments later.

At least embarassment was the worst of her problems right now. More senshi and knights were showing up, both new and familiar, mostly with smiles on their faces. There were more here than she'd seen together, before, except in the biggest battles. It was nice, almost inspiring, really, to see people excited about space, or anything, really. Lately, everything for Cybele had been death and regret and people on the verge of breaking down, but now, everyone's excitement was catching.

Well, there was one thing she wasn't very excited about. "We're not aliens," Cybele said a bit briskly, because she'd been treated like an monstrous invader several times, including by the lieutenant she'd killed, and therefore had strong feelings about the subject. "Maybe we have roots in space, our court started here, definitely, maybe there was fighting here long ago, I don't know," she paused then to sort of nod at one of the newcomer knights that had mentioned it, "But we've lived on Earth all our lives. We're risking our lives to defend Earth. That's what matters."

Maybe she was being a little to serious, though. "But... yeah, this place is really magical. Magic is usually fun, but I think I've also stopped wondering too much about it at this point." She smiled, a bit awkwardly, now, but it was better than most of the plastic smiles she'd been forcing lately. This was nice. She adjusted the blanket a little before repeating, "I'm Cybele," for the newest arrivals and waving at them, smiling more. She hoped they would have proper introductions at some point, because despite her best efforts, she was pretty sure she wasn't going to remember all these names.

Kallichore all at once regretted not bringing some concealer, the dark circles beneath her eyes were apparent despite her vest efforts. Oh well, hindsight and all that.

The eternal senshi of madness stretched her arms wide and quickly tried to stifle a yawn behind a long sleeve. She didn't want to disappoint those in attendance, as many seemed perkier than she did. Still, her experiments with chemical sleep aids did better to stave the nightmares than sheer willpower alone - whatever was plaguing them was greater than any one individual. But that was a discussion for some other time.

She appeared somewhere behind Ganymede, walking slowly (and humming the theme to Jaws for the few moments while she was behind Ganymede just for dramatic effect), meandering towards the general gathering places. Those eyes she met, she nodded to politely. With a great wave of one arm she ushered in those that had just appeared with the last ferry, finding a pleasantly surprising amount of people in attendance, Ganymede and Valhalla especially. It was beginning to look like things were coming together, for better or for worse. She absently wondered if this would be enough, or rather, if Thraen thought this amount of people was suitable. Anyone more than one or two was extra, she thought, and much appreciated.

Kallichore made it a point to at least greet those she did not know, a seashell senshi she had not seen before in particular. "Good evening. Or morning, I should say. It's entirely too late or too early, depending on who you ask." she started. "I'm Sailor Kallichore, Senshi of Madness and I don't believe we've met. We're very lucky to have you. And you all as well." She nodded in particular to Cybele, Auriga and the lovely Squire whose dress was amazing. Kallichore made mental note to drool over it in metaphor only. Anything else would be nothing short of creepy.

Not that she didn't have a reputation for such behavior but... oh well.

Athene arrived in the cloistered garden that had been selected as the location for the meeting.

With his role of playing ferry for the morning, it meant that he was one of the last arrive. Given that Athene thought Thraen's idea of a Blackwatch a good one, it was perhaps heartening to see that so many others agreed if the numbers around who had preceeded him up was anything to go on, but Athene couldn't help but feel a little cautious as for a moment his mind recalled another large Order meeting.

Despite crumbs of information being shared the purpose of the meeting had pretty much been lost - hijacked by in-fighting and petty bickering and that was before the Negaverse and Dark Mirror had invaded destroying the rest. True the discovery of the Moon, a place that Chaos couldn't reach, had also come out of that night but the price of that discovery had been high - far too high for Athene's way of thinking.

Shaking his head slightly to brush away memories that never seemed to be too far away on the few occaions when he had been to the Moon, Athene wound his way round people trying to be as unobtrusive as possible as he looked for a space to settle, snagging a couple of spare blankets on the way knowing that he'd be grateful for the warmth and that Ida (who was bringing Liryn up with her once the little bobtail was finished with her phone) might want one too.

He ended up near Ganymede, recognising a few by the blonde haired eternal, such as the Jupiter knight and the green-clad senshi Auriga who had come by his original ferry point before he had dropped Liryn over to help out at the Meadowview point.

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Liryn had caught a lift up with Ida, after upgrading her phone to new model that Ash had shown him when she had upgraded Athene's phone back when they had been over at Destiny Tower.

It was exciting being on the Moon and his purplish eyes stared at his surroundings in fascination.

Unfortunately there didn't seem like there would be any time to explore. From the looks of things he and Ida were amongst the last (if not last) up if the numbers already gathered were anything to go by so exploring would have to wait for some other time.

Catching sight of bronze and jade from further in he said to Ida "There's Athene up ahead and he has space by him - we should go sit with him."

He also thought he spotted the eternal from earlier - the one with the interesting feel to her aura and who had told him to come find her. He slipped down from Ida, "I'll see you over by Athene 'kay?" He made it into a question, it belated occurring that Ida might have other plans, waiting long enough for her response before making his way over to where Athene was sitting, worming his way into Athene's lap with a cheery but "We made it" looking over to see if Ida had followed, turning his attention to the blond eternal, whose outfit seemed to be festooned with plants and flowers momentarily as he asked them to make themselves comfortable before looking back to the direction that he'd come from.

People were settled with a welcoming sound of rustling jewelry and blankets. He hoped it was actually welcoming to most of them, and not just a figment of his insomnia. "The idea for the Watch comes from the same success that brought you all here tonight. Whether it was word of mouth from an acquaintance, the announcements systems worked on by Ash, the approach of one of your team mates with the idea, or just curiosity because you felt a gathering of pure signatures- you decided to come and Do. You decided to act and put forward the energy to do so. If we do this, what we get out of it will be what we put into it. The difference is that it won't rely on one persons effort, no more than calling this meeting did. Without your own decisions, your own efforts, it would have been one eternal running around to have met a handful of people like it has been for years. "

"This is a history and a legacy we all share. This war has been going on since before us, and without a change it may go on long after. One change that everyone I have talked to has agreed upon is the want to help people. Some of us are on teams, but still end up alone on patrols. Or alone in our emotions, some trauma of this war isolating us in our own homes with no where to turn. Some take long hours patrolling, and may not have budgeted for it as closely as they should because it is hard to rationalize minimum wage hours against saving a life. We tear ourselves apart helping others, but where is the help for us?"

"The Black Watch would be founded on these principles, its interest in the succor of our own: Mentorship and Knowledge; through establishing, upkeeping, and dissemination of information through all means possible. The watch would do the footwork to arrange dates and times for teams and independents to intern with each other, would work with the Mauvians and Eternal Kallichore to improve the Primer, with the Knights to try to establish some means or doing the same for them.

Preventing Desperation by providing food to the needy, temporary housing to the homeless, money to the inflicted, help to the injured. The Watch is a charity, and would draw funding from tithe. Each person would be responsible for a small amount to be decided by the directing counsel. This could be a flat rate, or a scaled one, whatever works best. It could also be made in time. There's more than twenty people here- For the first month that would be say, twenty dollars that the watch could see use for. Forty by two months, sixty by three. It adds up, and wise management could provide groceries, rent, clothing. If someone is homeless tonight, there is a good chance that in the resources tonight someone could offer them a room. Or a handful could set up a few weeks carousel-ling couches.

Bringing a Sense of Joined Community through cooperative effort and organizing of the needs of the Watch. We get out of it what we put in. We claim we are all working together, but there's been nothing to work together on before except dusting youma and stopping chaos agents. Occasionally bumping into each other to trade names. This would provide a useful, helpful forum for meeting each other, for getting to know each other by choice of in uniform or out. It would help us discover each other as people outside of the confines of war-philosophy. Joining an archeological dig on Mars can be a more productive and bonding than just seeing the same uniform out there at random Negaverse attacks.

Lastly, hindering Corruption that spreads through ignorance or a sense of isolation in knights and senshi. The enemy is a military, with central structure and defined roles in their divisions. That sort of regular authority, of clear expectation, and regular social feedback looks a lot better by comparison than much of what is offered by 'Order.' Random awakenings where many are told their spell name and how to henshin, that there is an enemy then its godspeed good luck. I spent months knowing maybe three people, seeing none of them, and my mentor was the primer. Chance and luck alone saved my life by bringing help in the form of help from other senshi like Athene or knights like Nysa. Many senshi never find mentors or teams. Knights don't have the benefit of the phones and primer system. They don't have even a Mauvian to tell them good luck. Regular patrols and communication with those expressed purposes - finding newly awakened members, or working with the Mauvians to escort them and provide immediate support to a newly unlocked starseed. The earlier we can help each other, the less the 'help' of chaos will look so inviting despite the very feel of it. "

He left a pause then, taking a breath to recuperate while letting the words settle- to be picked apart for flaws in the minds of the doubting or to be evaluated for merit by the curious.

"There is a history of Order being unable to recognize authority for their own egos. This is not a team, nor a royal telling us how to live our lives or use our power. This is a contract between ourselves and among ourselves. It is a large undertaking, with money and resources involved. Without responsible parties and management this will not work. Elected Executors and Executrices of this contract that are willing to sacrifice their time have the power given them by us to arrange liaisons between teams, whether money is spent on clothes, equipment, food, or rolled over for a month, and if someone has missed too many asked responsibilities if they should pay with an extra week or service, should be checked in on more regularly for stress-support, or cannot be relied upon further by the watch.

I would suggest the elect number one to represent any teams interest, and then an number equal that plus or minus one to keep the council an odd number for votes. The position is elected, and would serve indefinite terms- until the party steps down of personal need and choice, or is voted out for remission of duty. The council must be small enough to make nimble, quick decisions, but large enough to reflect the variant needs and opinions of our people. A council to avoid suspicion that this is a power play, if the purposes enough haven't convinced that the goal is charity and not authority.

For now, at a founding, we are all new. We are all Fellows. 'We get what we put in'- a tiered structure of membership from those who just think its a good idea and are willing to lend a dollar or a night of help, to those who have completed many missions for the good of all and the Watch to serve as the 'Black Guards', the watchers and ....angels of our nights. In the future it would be from the Black Guard that future council could be elected. "

Here he paused again, wishing he'd had the forethought to have brought up a pack of waterbottles. Wishing he still had Snowball in arm to therapeutically pet. "Were there any questions?"

The feeling of transporting to the moon was not terribly unlike the feeling Megrez got when she went to her homeworld; it was a sensation of movement, followed by a sensation of stopping and landing. The sight before her reminded her of that one visit to her homeworld, where she landed in an overgrown field and saw the ruined village. It wasn't too much of a shock to her, really, and she had learned to just accept the oddities of senshi life as they came. After taking in the scene, she said a quick "thank you!" to Ganymede and wandered off in some arbitrary direction. As she went, though, she spotted a familiar mint-haired senshi. "Hi, Cybele!" she said with a wave before finding a good cushion to plop down on.

Before she took a seat on the cushion, her attention was briefly drawn to the preening white cat (Snowball). He was very fluffy; she wondered if she could possibly sneak in a pat before the meeting was over. At that point, Thraen began his speech, and Megrez listened intently. She was mesmerized by his words; the Black Watch really did seem like an amazing thing. She was a little concerned about having to pay the tithe, but surely that could be ironed out. She held no suspicions at all towards the council to be established, or towards anything else about the Watch. Once again, she was starstruck.