Home sweet home...

[Allison Black]

The United Airlines flight from Houston to Sacramento landed three minutes past midnight. People filed off the jet, moving through Terminal B to baggage pickup. Allison blended in with the crowd arriving in Sacramento unnoticed in much the same way that she left. She did not carry much, just the small backpack on her back and her iphone in hand, so while people were waiting to claim their baggage, she was catching a cab.

"J and 10th please...." Allison said to the cabby as she slid into the back seat. She glanced up from her phone screen to catch the cab driver's eyes as he nodded.

Downtown had numbers out tonight but nowhere close to what it would have been on a Friday or Saturday. Still after midnight is when the party really starts happening, and Allison got dropped off in the mix as she walked the streets towards 3rd...

[Allison Black]

Allison cut across the street, passing by Cesar Chavez Park and Citizen. She sported a white tank top, some faded gray jeans, flip-flops, and a roxie backpack. A smile traced her lips as she was damn well content with herself and pleased to be back. There was a couple walking ahead of her, and a small group of four guys across the street heading the opposite way. They nearly broke their neck, trying to get every last glimpse they could as they made comments among themselves.

There was no point in holding down her hotel near Wally-world while she was gone, and now that she was back she felt a change of location, however temporary, was in order. It kind of sucked that a lot of her plans were halted, but at least it was only a couple of months and not years or...it was hard for her to think of a longer span of time. She smirked and pulled out her i-phone and played around. The night was still young and no clue what would turn up, which was a big part of the reason she did not get dropped off directly at her final destination.

[Martha Villiers]

Out on Patrol with a Deputy...the stalwart, strong and wry Deputy Connery...tiny Martha is trying to cross the road safely.

As usual, Martha is dressed meekly and sweetly attired in an English school uniform of 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 (which is a departure from her norm at least!) is tied into long and neat twin tails. Each with a 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 slung over one shoulder and she makes full use of her simple metal walking cane to help her as she limps and skips across the road near the Park.

Wide eyed and attentive to pay attention for carelessly driven automobiles.

Crossing to the other side, Martha's alert and attentive eyes spotted the outstanding beauty amidst the crowd.

Tugging gently at Dillon's sleeve with a silent and dainty gesture...one long practiced now after many nights of collective Domain patrol...she nodded meekly towards Alison. A gentle smile to Dillon, as if asking if he thought it was Allison too...

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon is so caught up in keeping an eye out for cars-- and anything else that could pose a threat to the safety of the tiny Herald-- that he doesn't spot Allison until Martha tugs on his black jacket's sleeve, and points her out with a nod.

Once he does spot her, though, he wonders how in the world he could have possibly missed her. The Beast flares, snorting. Snarling. Bucking against the leashes with hellish fury, and three snapping maws. But Dillon hardly notices. Flashing Martha a bright, but private grin that seemed to say good eye, and there's our friend at the same time, he looks back to the Daeva across the way. Sweet, Dillon can be when he wants to, but unlike Martha... meek and shy don't really fit. He throws up a hand, calling out in his husky voice over the short expanse of people, "Well, well. Miss Allison Black! As I live and breathe!"

The last sentence is a lie that he can't manage a straight face for, however, and dissolves into a laugh somewhere around the word live. At least the Blush helps them fake it.

[Allison Black]

Allison heard her name and her smile grew as she saw both of them. She made her way towards them, sliding her i-phone tightly into her jeans pocket with a bit of effort. Allison paused for a moment to let a cab haul ass down J, before she cut across. Allison's beast wanted to go the opposite direction for a moment, yet Dillon was familiar and Martha did not conjur any feelings in her beast.

"Well...well...This is the night life for you...Never know who to expect..." She kept the pun going full swing.

"It is amazing to run into you two." She shot the two a wink. "I just got back into town a little bit ago from Houston..." Allison shifted the weight of the backpack on her shoulders.

[Martha Villiers]

Martha leaned harder on her metal cane and gripped at the handle...this seemed to help her steady her Beast and stared for a moment or two at Allison's legs and feet. Once she had shaken away the thoughts such gazing led to, the small creature offered Allison a happy smile. "Goodness! What a delight to see you, Miss! Welcome back! I hope your trip went well! I should wish to hear of the journey at some point...are you well situated to find a place to stay? Will you be returning to your old domicile? May we help in some way?" she enthuses with obvious attentive care.

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon grins. At both Allison's wink, and Martha's enthusiasm. He only feels the need to add a simple "Welcome black, Miss Back," and wonders if that gag is subtle enough to go unnoticed. The little Herald pretty much asked everything that is on his mind, so he raises his eyebrows and points lightly to the backpack in an offer of assistance. He knows many Daeva easily develop the Gift of Strength, but Allison had thus far struck him as a noncombatant. The Deputy won't stand idly by and watch her wrestle with a pack that she'd crammed too much stuff into.

[Allison Black]

Allison smirked. "It was pleasant enough...and going to be switching hotels I thinks" At Dillon's offer, she shrugged her backpack off her shoulders and handed it over. It was fairly light, maybe containing the weight of some clothing and a laptop or shoes.

Allison stretched. "Was a pretty long flight but it went well." She straightened out and then gave a carefree shrug. "What are you all up to tonight?"

[Chris Wooding]

After shortly meeting two men from the University to settle a few things for work, Chris Wooding finds himself wandering the streets. Through a pair of black earphones he listens to music coming from his Samsung. If it wasn't for the feeling of their Beasts, the Mekhet might even miss the other Kindred. He looks up and takes an earphones out as he tries to see from who the feeling comes. Shiver. Dillon Connery, his new best friend. The strong Beast frightens him. But fortunately the other Beast is... Allison!

He quickly crosses the street on his way to the small group. 'Look who's back!' A sincere wide grin shows up on his face. 'Hey Allison!' Outside Court he forgets formalities, even though it might be better around the Herald. He respectfully nods to the two officials. 'Good evening, Miss Villiers, Mr Connery.'

'I eh...' realizing he approached them nearly shouting with enthusiasm, Chris now shows an apologetic expression, 'am not interrupting something, am I?'

Chris

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon slips Allison's backpack onto his shoulder with a friendly smile, "Just having a look around. You know, checking things out." Hopefully, she will surmise enough from that to realize he meant a patrol, of sorts. While his patrols with Martha usually amounted to little more than a walk around town, they took them seriously. It doesn't mean that they don't have fun doing it, though.

When another voice calls out over the few people busying the streets, the Gangrel's eye twitches. Otherwise he doesn't react. These Mekhet and their concealed Beasts....

Though Dillon wants to be annoyed, he realizes that he'd just done the very same thing. "No interruption, Mister Wooding. We were just welcoming Miss Black back to Sacramento. She's been away for a little while." Though not enough to become unacknowledged, at least.

The Deputy looks down to Martha with another cheerful smile. As if to both gauge her reaction, and to show that he can still play nice with the kiddies.