Mekhet Meeting, April 2012

[Catherine Keyes]

Catherine Keyes entered the Avalon Elysium, she was early-on time for once, instead of holding to scadien time, as she had in the past. She was dressed in a long grey and purple multi-tiered skirt and a white gauze tunic with small ribbons knotted around the neckline.

She moved with a dancer’s diligence towards the conference rooms, accompanied by the sounds of light humming instead of bells. She tapped lightly on the door to the room before stepping into the room. She gave a respectful nod to the man she knew as Priscus and Reeve.

“Good evening, Priscus Greyson.” She paused and looked at the table and chairs for a moment, before moving to the host’s left and standing behind the fourth seat from the head of the table.

It’s like an etiquette test...

“Forgive my ignorance, but I am not completely versed in this piece of etiquette. Would I be correct in assuming this seat to be an appropriate choice?” She asked in a quiet voice as she allowed one hand to touch the back of the chair lightly.

[Chris Wooding]

Hopefully on time, Chris arrives. At the doorway, he bows to Conner before stepping inside. 'Priscus Greyson.' Then he takes a short moment to decide where to sit. He noticed there are no mortals this time, or at least if he recalled it correctly, this Priscus' herd had been present at the last meeting.

I guess that is the only difference.

The Vala takes a seat next to the new lady, the third from the top on the left side. He bows his head, 'Good evening miss, I'm Chris Wooding.' he adds a light smile, then sits down.

Chris

[Daniella Sage]

Daniella makes her way into the meeting room, eager to meet the new faces and to hear what the family has been up to. She was wearing a white dress that hit just above her knee, with her long dark hair flowing around her shoulders.

As she enters, she gives a bow to her Priscus, “Priscus Greyson.” She says as she smiles, then turning her attention to Catherine, a nod of her head, “Miss Keyes.” she then looks to Chris, "Mister Wooding." And then moves to the right side of the table and sits across from Catherine, smoothing her dress as she sits, and folding her hands in her lap.

[Martha Villiers]

Martha arrives with a breezy cheeriness. Twin tails bobbing as she skips and hobbles along. Holding her cane to her chest in a clear effort to avoid using it as an aid to walking. She has added a dab of lipstick and blusher to help add to her Blush of Life.

Her attire is her usual black gymslip, black blazer, white cotton blouse and straw boater uniform. Her spectacles perch at the end of her nose. Black shoes are polished and her satchel looks bulky. Taking a moment at the entrance to the meeting room, she offers a respectful curtsy to the Priscus and a nod of greeting to the others.

"Good evening, Priscus! Good evening, Miss Sage...how fine your dress is! Ah! Miss Keyes...Miss Keyes: what splendid ribbons! Mr Wooding...oh! Mr Kingsley too! Good evening! I do hope everyone is well!" she chirps. Full of sweet smiles. Martha sneaks a few looks at Daniella's legs and shoes and scouts out the type of footwear Catherine is wearing before looking for a spare chair and skipping over towards it and sitting, resting her cane across her lap in a careful gesture. She gently prods her spectacles into position with a dainty finger and is very much ready to listen to whatever happens next.

[Erika Brady]

The Regent of Citrus Heights entered the conference room at the Avalon. Erika Brady’s outfit was basic woman’s suit with slacks and a blazer. It was charcoal in color but accented the Shadow’s hair nicely. “Herald Villiers, Priscus Greyson, Bailiff Sage.” The voice calculated and precisely worded inflecting each title as it left her lips. With a bow of her head to Martha and Conner she gave a nod to Daniella briefly before taking a seat, the first directly next to Conner's left. She looked down the table at the others seated with another acknowledging ever so slight smile to them. Other than the three she said out loud, Erika was only familiar with the Acolyte. The Doctor was generally at the university studying among many things. If it was not for her auburn hair, she could have possibly arrived unnoticed. There was nothing to read in the woman's demeanor as she sat with crossed legs and folded arms, waiting.

[Max Heinz]

*Max arrives shortly after the Regent, walking into the meeting room in clothes much less ostentatious than the last outfit he wore to a family meeting. Just his usual black slacks and vest, white shirt, and polished wing tips; there was nary a patch of crushed velvet to be seen.

He begins to nod to everyone as he enters, then stops short as he studies the way everyone had arranged themselves. The thin Mekhet had assumed they would have followed the Invictus model of seating since the Priscus was a member of the First Estate; with the more important members of the city setting closest to Greyson.

Max recovers quickly though, beginning introductions as he ponders the most appropriate place to set. He bows deeply to the Reeve first.* Good evening, Priscus Greyson...

*Can't set at the end of the table, that would make me low man on the totem pole. Even if the company would be pleasant... He then shifts ever so slightly, offering Martha a deep bow as well; though her's is markedly less deep than the Reeve's.* Herald Villiers...

*Can't set at the head of the table either. That will make me look like a pompous ass, and the easiest person to stab... Max then turns to the Regent, offering her a bow of the head coming from the shoulders.* Regent Brady...


*Guess there's only one safe place left... Max then turns to the striking Au Pair, giving Daniella a bow of the head.* Bailiff Sage...

*And finally, a nod of the head to the others already seated; though Chris was the only one Max actually knew by name.* Everyone...

*He then quietly takes a seat next to Neil and across from Martha. Settling quickly into the chair, Max waits patiently for anyone else to arrive. *

[Catherine Keyes]

Catherine nodded in thanks to the Priscus, some things she understood, but walking into a room with more than three chairs to choose from and no seating chart was like a proverbial mine field. She sat quietly, her fingers lightly tapping in her hands as she continued to compose in her head.

When Chris enters she watches the way he handles himself, and her heart drops a little. Did i handle the whole thing wrong from the beginning? However, when he sits next to her she smiles warmly and returns his head dip with one of her own. “Catherine Keyes, Pleasure to meet you.”

As others enter, her head dips slightly to those who’s positions she knows and who address her directly. With each seat being filled, her confidence that she had not misstepped in the arena of etiquette grew.

“Thank you Miss Herald Martha.” she replied to the remark about her Bard Signifiers (ribbons), and as the blond bounced by the soles of her violet ballet slippers could be seen.