(Herald) Office Hours (2) Open for Acknowledgements and sundries

[Martha Villiers]

The Avalon. In the cellar vault, away from the press of dancing Mortals and bright lights of the nightclub it is quieter.

Only the busy hum of soft voices 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 with Dillon on a leather sofa in the Common area of the Court...allowing her 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.

They eagerly consult the maps. Making notes and reading through printouts. They are once again hard at work on some matter of Domain advancement.

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.

[AlphaStrike]

Zach walks down into the common area, glad to be in the club on a night that is not official court. He had been impressed with the number of beasts that could stand each other in such a small space, at first. After the initial shock wore off, his own beast started cawing and trying to get him to fly away. Now was a much better time for thinking and talking. The beasts' den was no place for idle chatter during any night, but this was probably the best time.

Zach saw his Priscus sitting next to a small, non-threatening woman, without the hint of a beast. Zach could piece it together that she was the charge that Dillon had spoken of, but she seemed so fragile. That was probably some ruse, hiding some terrible killing urge no doubt. Zach knew that she was the Mistress of Elysium, and had wanted to speak with her for some time, but the Danse kept him busy. Now that the opportunity presented itself, he was unsure. His Priscus was preeminently concerned with the appearance of the clan as a whole, and if he angered this one like he had angered the other woman in change of acknowledgement, then his days would be numbered.

He started to make his way over, but stopped and stewed in his own doubts for a moment.

[Daniella Sage]

It had been an uneventful patrol thus far, and Daniella decided to stop by Avalon and see if anything or anyone needed attention. After walking around the upper portion, she makes her way to the lower level, pleased to find not only Martha, but Dillon, and an unknown gentleman. While her Beast stirred slightly when it sensed Dillons Beast, it was becoming familiar, but the other Beast, that was a different story. Her Beast is on full alert, growling and bearing its teeth, ready to show it was more powerful, and Daniella pauses at the base of the stairs, pulling the leash and putting it back in its corner. Once that is done, she puts on a friendly smile and approaches the small gathering. This evening she had decided to wear a different color than her usual black or white dresses, and wore a deep rose colored dress, which she thought complimented her olive skin tone. She wore her long hair down, and emitted no Beast as she neared the group.

[Martha Villiers]

Martha had been deep in conversation with Deputy Connery about zone and planning laws when Zack arrived. She looked over the rims of her spectacles to investigate the arrival. Offering the gentleman a smile she was about to speak when the Bailiff arrived...closely followed by a new and unfamiliar Beast.

Reaching for her cane, she gripped hard at the staff of the metal cane as she brought her Beast under strict control.

After biting at her lower lip for a moment or two, Martha offered the new arrivals a sincere and sweet smile of welcome.

She waited to see what the Bailiff would do. Offered a smile to Dillon and began to collect the maps and papers into more orderly and discrete pile.

[AlphaStrike]

Zach sees business piling up in the room, and doesn't want to ditch his place at the front of the line.

Well, here goes nothing!

He finishes the last 10 paces of what feels like the journey into something that will either end excellently or end terribly, but remembers the courtesy that the Herald is rumored to epitomize. She seems harmless, and probably won't turn into a big green rage monster with so many witnesses present, what with that skittish looking rave girl hanging out near the stairs. Almost too quickly, Zach is at the table before the Herald and the Priscus. He puts on a smile as well as his best Courtly voice.

"Priscus Connery, good evening." Zach gives the proper nod of respect to the first Kindred to earn his admiration and trust. He then turns, this time bowing much more formally, and says "And although we have met before, I don't think we've been properly introduced, Madam Herald. I am Zachary Griffiths, of Clan Gangrel. I was hoping to have a few minutes of your time. I am glad Priscus Connery is here, I may have some questions for him as well."

Zach did a quick once over of what he had just said. Seems good. Respect to the man, more respect to the herald. Dillon is personally in charge of her safety, so I can look to him for cues as to whether or not I should push an issue. I think this will be fine, since I have a few questions about my future here in Sacramento. And maybe some for Dillon, should I get a moment aside with him.

[Martha Villiers]

Martha looks up as she senses Zach is close by. Still gripping her cane, she smiles cheerfully to Zach as he introduces himself and nods happily. Twin tails bob.

"Ah...well...Good evening to you, Mr Griffiths! I do hope you are well! You are welcome to take a seat!" she smiles sweetly and sincerely and eagerly gestures with her cane free hand to the high backed leather upholstered seat opposite their sofa. A seating arrangement separated by the coffee table piled high with notes and maps.

A glance to Dillon with a shy smile then back to Zach. "I wonder then, sir, before you speak with the Priscus...was there something I might be able to help you with?" she adds cheerfully.

[Daniella Sage]

Daniella gives a warm smile to Martha and Dillon, and was about to great the other gentleman, when the woman with the unfamiliar Beast speaks. An eyebrow goes up as she hears the womans tone and her words, and her Beasts head snaps towards the weaker and growls. She takes a moment and turns to face the woman, giving her Beast and herself a chance to calm down, “Actually, I do as well. I’m Madam Au Pair, Daniella Sage, Bailiff of Sacramento.” Her tone remained pleasant, her accent British, but her eyes never left the woman, “This is one of the Elysium, and you are in the presence of its Keeper. And while within the Elysium we do ask that you respect our etiquette and manners. You are welcome to introduce yourself.” Her smile remained, but her words had a calculated edge to them, she didn’t like the womans tone, but she decided to let the woman correct it.