The last session was amazing.
Our group is a pure mortal (venatori probationary member), a fledgling member of the White Council, a Harbinger of Morpheus, and a were-hawk ex-military member. Remarkably, that last character tends to be the peacemaker of the group.
Morpheus showed up (in a dream, naturally) and told his Harbinger to, essentially, throw a party. His 'siblings' were getting together for a meeting and all of them would be represented by a mortal servant, avatar, or other representative. The harbinger needed to pull together security, refreshments, and a location -- Accorded Neutral Ground, of course. Not being much of a social butterfly, the Harbinger pulled in all of his friends.
While they mulled over the guest list (Death, Despair, Delirium, Dream, Destiny, Dream, and possibly Destruction) and the bizarre method for letting each guest know the location, they researched methods for finding ANG in Dallas. There were a couple of locations possible, not to mention the option of going to the fairies to either temporarily or permanently get a place declared ANG.
But the real gem of the session -- and not something I could have planned for -- was the Harbinger making a thoughtless remark to the Wizard. She's the prime financial backer of the group, an orphan who considers them her family and supports many of their endeavors from her own pocketbook. She also has the wonderful Aspect of "Nice when Needed, Bitch when Necessary". One quick compel later and the Harbinger was trying (fruitlessly, his dice HATED HIM) to hold his own in a social conflict within the group.
We probably spent an hour and a half dealing with a social conflict and the resultant fall-out. The roleplaying was brilliant on all sides, with the other players either helping or hindering as they saw fit.
...We'll see how things go next time, with the Harbinger of Morpheus potentially on his own in setting up this party with only eight days left on the clock...