The Avalon. In the cellar vault, away from the press of dancing Mortals and bright lights of the nightclub it is quieter.
Only the sound of a single voice can be heard speaking.
Here the lights are low. The atmosphere is one of calm. Recessed lamps cast a soft glow and the scent of lavender fills the air.
Tiny Martha, Daniella (@Tiffany) and Dillon (@Wolven Pryde ) sit on a fine leather sofa in the stark Common area of the Court...thus allowing them a fine field of view to cast a watchful gaze over to The Stairs and alternates her attentions to a copies of various large maps of Sacramento and printouts of PDF's stapled and piled neatly on a coffee table close to where they both sit.
The trio are clearly busy consulting various maps and paperwork.
Martha sits meekly and sweetly attired in an English school uniform: a neat straw boater, a black blazer...a pair of scholarly spectacles are perched on the end of her nose, she wears a long gymslip shows her legs to mid calf...her ebony black hair is tied into long and neat twin tails. Each with the red ribbon bow. She wears a white kneesock on her flesh leg and a pair of carefully polished Oxford pattern shoes thanks to her above the knee C-Leg. A crisp white blouse is obvious where the gymslip reveals it, as is her red necktie tucked neatly into her gymslip. A satchel and a simple metal walking cane rest at her side and are propped against the couch.