(1110) (Oak) Julianne, Martha and Ixidor

[Martha Villiers]

Martha's attentions are swiftly dragged in several directions...

A grateful "Thank you, miss!" to her words of praise. Then the arrival of the new Beast, Gordon, doesn't go unnoticed. As she blinks and grips her cane tighter while she assesses the Beast's comparitive weaknesses, she stares hard at Julianne's bare foot a moment while gripping the cane tighter and tighter...then stares to the barely clad Egyptian Princess...she swaps a glance to Julianne as if to ask 'did you see that?' with astonishment.

Then to Ixidor as he bundles up with energy and attention grabbing panache.

His stares to her remaining leg do not go unnoticed either. She expends some Blood to reflex flush her existing Blush of Life to...well...Blush at his praise for their costumes. A shy smile is offered to Julianne as she playfully requests more brainzzz. Martha seems to delight in Julianne's humour.

"Thank you very much, sir!" she blinks and adds a carefully balanced curtsy with a theatrical flourish of her top hat to round out the gesture. She aims to show off her balance just a little bit into the bargain.

Wide eyed and astounded by the presence of a superstar...and that the superstar would be attentive to her...or at least...her leg...she looked to Julianne. Having no doubt in her mind that Julianne would attract attention: with or without her entrails spilling.

Tiny Martha shuffles her peg leg as she moves closer to Julianne and takes in the extraordinary details of Ixidor's tattoos. They all look so...vivid!

"Incredible, sir!" she offers with a nod to his sturdy frame and decorations.

Oh yes, she recognised him. But...did he want to be recognised? Did he wish to cast off his Fame and Celebrity for one evening?

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2011-10-23 10:49:45		Martha Villiers rolls 9 to to recognise Ixidor (6+3) (10 Again)		8, 8, 3, 10, 8, 5, 9, 9, 9, 2		7 successes

[Ixidor]

Ixidor hooks his thumbs behind his belt, on either side of a large, oval buckle, and gives the zomb-- zombific? zombiferous? zombacious request a half-cocked smile. Shaking his head, the wild mane of black hair lags a millisecond behind.

"Fresh out. Call me again after I've had some sleep; my brain cells grow back faster than I can kill 'em. It's annoying."

He can tell that the zombie lady is pretty damn stunning, even through the make-up. And the fact that she'd asked who he was made it well worth coming out tonight. Maybe she's a Customs Agent? The only people who still asked his name were Customs Agents...

"Isaacs." He says simply, deciding against making something up at the last minute. And he certainly didn't want some sleeper calling him Ixidor. That would just be weird. "Or Adrian, if that tickles your fancy."

The amused grin on the Theurgist's face stretches into full swing at the little magician's flourish. Man, Halloween is just fucking awesome.

"Check her out!" He holds out a hand toward Martha as though displaying her. To Gordon, as it happens, as he walks up. Then, back to the pair. "Are you girls just in town for the parties, or do you actually live around here?"

Martha's compliment, Ixidor answers with a wink.

[Martha Villiers]

Issac's enthusiasm for her appearance had caught Martha by surprise. Wide eyed shared a meek...suddenly commradely...glance to Julianne, then a delighted smile to Adrian. It had been a long time since a man had offered such raw enthusiasm for her such as this.

Offering Adrian a bashfully happy smile she watched as Gordon spoke and Julianne attracted his attentions. Nodding a happy greeting to Gordon, she smiled again to Adrian. "Good evening, gents..Mr Issac's...Mr Samuels! A true joy to meet you both! I do indeed live in this city, Mr Issacs!" she enthuses sincerely and offers by way of reply, feeling it rude not to answer his question. Her English accent filled with joy.

She takes a moment to respectfully nod to Asa who looked utterly awesome in his Zorro costume.

Converting the respectful nod swiftly to a nod for Issac's benefit, as if indicating Asa to him, "So many fine gentlemen out this evening! So many sights to see and people to meet! I do hope you are enjoying the evening so far, Mr Issacs!" she offers an eager and bright eyed smile. Taking a moment to adjust the tilt of her top hat.

[Ixidor]

Damn. If only the timing of the dashing hero had been a little sooner. Ixidor could have instead introduced himself as Inigo Montoya...

Wait, no. The Hat. That meant Zorro, not the Dread Pirate Roberts. Oh well.

"I got a bit of a penchant for the biblical, yeah." The willworker's roguishly dry comment is so obviously redundant, standing there laden as he is with crosses and scenes of angelic majesty wrapped around his torso in ink. Still, the zombie's random knowledge of Theology confirmed that she was more than just a pretty face and makeup artist.

Ixidor idly wonders, too, what could have the little English cutey living stateside, in SacTown, of all places. Never one to keep silent his curiosity, Ix takes an educated stab. "So, you here for a college thing, then? Or is that adorable accent part of the costume?" Zatanna wasn't British, was she?