How many Veils make it a play?

[Ariadne]

Ariadne sits down in have the same chair as before. A low slow sigh escapes her lips as she remembers the last time she had been here. Herald...of course she had wanted it. But who could trust a guardian herald? Red paint falls like a snow flake from her painted nails. Another job interview, another o so hard time not manipulating people. She folds her hands on her lap not wanting to pick any more polish off.

Room 34, 7th floor. She had made sure the two new ones had known exactly where to be and when. Now it was all down to see when Henry would show. She'd already checked the closet.

[Forn Clakes]

Bailiff arrives at the hotel and made his way up to the 7th floor. Reaching room 34, he checked the corridor and his watch before knocking on the door.

[Ariadne]

The knock makes Ariadne jump out of her chair. Eyes glance around wildly then calm as she looks at the door. She takes a few hesitant steps towards the door and glances in the mirror. Hair. Is. Every. Where.

Red fingernails run through red hair bringing it back to something that looks respectable. So, after several seconds, Ariadne looks through the peep hole and opens the door. Giving Bailiff a calm and collected smile. "Hey, come on in, you're the first here." No magic reaches out to him, and only what can be assumed as the normal amount of paranoia surrounds Ariadne.

[Forn Clakes]

Bailiff waited patiently, continuing to glance left and right along the corridor, alert as much as he could be given the situation. An invite to a hotel in a new city from a woman he hardly knew.

If his wife could see him now.

When the door opened, Bailiff caught his breath at the flame red hair and green eyes, a stark contrast to the neutral decor of their surroundings and his own monotone appearance. Being of larger build, Bailiff had always preferred darker colours. Well, loose and dark.

Entering the room, he waited for the door to fully close. "Well, I find common courtesy a gift, and being early a boon. Thank you for this meeting, Herald, how have you been?"

[Ariadne]

Ariadne smiles as Bailiff catches his breath, some people were nice to be around simply because it seemed like they were being themselves. She stands to the side and lets him walk in, closing the door once he is through.

"I've been.." She walks around Bailiff and back into the room itself fighting the urge to lie. "good recently. Things are looking better." Ariadne sinks back into the chair she had been sitting in before and then looks at Bailiff with a smile. "How is the city treating you so far?"

[ParanoidAndroid]

A few moments later, Henry walks down the hallway towards the room. He didn't need to look at his watch to know he wasn't as late as he'd like to be. Which was just the way he wanted it, contradictory as that may seem. He throws one last look over his shoulder. There wasn't anyone there still. Except someday there would be.

The Epopt stops at the door, and takes a deep, quiet breath. A moment later, he knocks on the door, four times in quick succession. After the briefest of pauses, four more. Then another pause, and four more. He stops, and puts his hand in his pocket. Anyone else would call it a needlessly weird knocking pattern. Henry? He called it he normal way.

[Ariadne]

Flame red hair tilts to the side as Ariadne looks past Bailiff and at the door. It might be Anubis though paranoia says Henry. Standing with a half smile she walks quietly to the door before looking through. As she reaches for the door handle she turns and smiles at Bailiff. "Guess who" Hoping that there won't be any buttons come undone this time Ariadne opens the door. "One's here already, no idea where the second is." Stepping back from the door she waits for Henry to enter before closing it behind him. "Henry Bailiff, Bailiff Henry."

[Forn Clakes]

"Fine, fine. I've been settling into a new job, which is..."

Bailiff was about to say 'keeping me busy.' However, when the door went, he stepped to the side and watched as Ariadne allowed the man to enter. When he was introduce, Bailiff place a friendly but reserved smile on his face. "An honour, sir."

[Mage ST]

As Henry begins to enter, he receives A Phone Call™ and motions for Ariadne to continue without him before leaving.

[ParanoidAndroid]

A call that is quickly shunted to voice-mail, as tradition. The Epopt didn't want his operatives of all people to think they were the only ones he ignored. The infernal device is quickly hidden back into a pocket, and Henry crosses the threshold into the room (After having taken a furtive look down both directions of the hallway, of course). The door is closed behind him, handle turned beforehand to eliminate that tell-tale cha-klunk.

"Thanks, Ariadne," he offers the woman off-hand. The older man takes the hand offered by Bailiff, and gives it a firm shake. "A pleasure, Bailiff," he tells the man. Once it's done, the hand goes back into a jacket pocket, possibly fiddling with something. Or just sitting there. 'The second one hadn't shown', Hewn had said. Standard operating procedure would be to move the meeting, right away, to another location. Options go through Henry's mind, and are discarded just as quickly. A reason for every thing, and a thing for every reason. And today they were staying.

"Ariadne's told you who I am?", he asks the other man. And here's exactly where his voice falls back into that pattern Ariadne knows well. Or rather, the lack of pattern.