"Welcome," a mask-wearing figure said. "You're all here for similar reasons. You found a card. Or a letter. Or you saw a note in the mirror, or on the sidewalk. But you're really all here for the same reason: you were curious about what you saw and wanted to find out more. Right?"

The figure -- she, we'll say, since the voice was decidedly feminine -- started to pace. "I called you all here because I'm curious, too. I want to know if we can add chaos to Fandom. It's weird, but it follows its own rules. Let's make some of our own. Let's break theirs."

"I want us to start adding disorder to the bits that make sense. Nothing dangerous, nothing that hurts anybody. That doesn't mean it's all gonna be legal, necessarily. That's why we have the cloaks, and the masks. You might think you recognize my voice -- but you don't know who I am. Not so you could prove it. That's important, in case any of us get caught."

"I'm talking about a secret group to add a little spice to Fandom's everyday life. We meet here, we plan, and we leave. We don't tell anyone else what we do, here. Nothing leaves this room. We see where chaos takes us." From behind the mask, her head turned this way and that, as if she was surveying the crowd. "Are you in?"