(0912) Mekhet Priscus Wooding

[Martha Villiers]

I started this thread a little early just to give people time to join and settle in.

Martha had worked hard to prepare the Conference Chamber.

Everything was neatly set out. Chairs arranged. Each seat has a notebook, two pens and straight edged rule. At each place setting is a tall glass tumbler filled with freshly made lemonade too. A carafe of lemonade rests close to the vase. The iced drink lends a bright citrus scent to the air.

In the centre of the long and polished wooden table rests a vase with a spray of neatly presented white roses. The lighting is low and suitable for the sensitive eyes of the Mekhet.

Martha is dressed carefully in her usual school uniform with a straw boater hat. Her walking cane is held fast under one arm whilst she makes the final adjustments to setting up the large Flip-Chart at one end of the table...just in case anyone needs to make a presentation. She has also set up a cheap 'sheep dip' lap-top computer on the conference table too.

[Chris Wooding]

Next to arrive is Chris Wooding, dressed in a black and grey suit, not too tight but certainly following the latest style. He steps into the conference room completely relaxed.

'Good evening Priscus Greyson, Herald Villiers.' He makes a deep bow for both fellow Mekhet.

When he rises again he's surprised to see the lemonade, chemically manipulated blood... or just lemonade? probably the first. The notebooks make him curious as well. What is planned for the evening?

After a short look around he takes place at the second place from Conner's left, leaving a seat for maybe the Herald and Regent Brady.

Chris

[Daniella Sage]

As Daniella makes her way into the conference room, she stops to bow to Conner and Martha. “Good evening Priscus Greyson, Herald Villers.” She then straightens and looks to Chris, a nod of her head, “A good evening to you as well Mr Wooding.” She says, with a smile to all.

This evening she had chosen a dark gray dress, fitted, but still classy and professional. Her only jewelry was the necklace she never took off. She walks the rest of the way into the room, and sits across from Chris, carefully crossing her ankles under the chair. Her eyes take in the flowers and lemonade, not quite sure what to make of them, but they looked nice and inviting.

[Aileen McFarlane]

OOC

I've not been tagged but I suspect it's just an oversight, and that Aileen had indeed been invited, right ?

Tonight was a night of promises for Aileen, and she had been looking forward to it as soon as she had heard about it. She would get to meet the Kindreds most likely to be able to help her, for those Dreams were more spread in her Family, as she had learned during her studies. As she entered the room in her simpe black dress, she realized how little she knew the various predators lurking in the Shadowy corners of Sacramento, and it was a fight to placate her Beast. Thankfully, her training was slowly paying off, and she could already feel it wasn't as hard as it had used to be.

Once she had reassessed mastery over herself, she curtsied toward those people she knew, Priscus Greyson, Herald Villiers, Salve Raluca. the two men and the beautiful woman, she hadn't met yet, and couldn't quite bring herself to talk to them first yet. Fearing a misstep in protocol though, she nodded toward them and greeted them with a simple but never out of fashion Good evening lady, gentlemen. I'm Aileen McFarlane, how do you do ?

[Erika Brady]

The Shadow of Citrus Heights made her way into the conference room of the Avalon. Doctor Brady entered and her stoic eyes quickly flashed over the room as she had entered. They took note of the lemonade, notebooks and chart in the room. Previously, these items had never been on the table at other meetings as of late.

A slow bow of her head to Martha and Conner was given. Her suit was all black including the shirt beneath it. Simple loafers on her feet and her hair down around her shoulders. She could blend in anywhere if needed, yet she did not around the Avalon. “Good evening, Herald Villiers, Priscus Greyson, Bailiff Sage, Heirophant Wooding.” Her head turned to the rest of those present and she said in a normal voided tone addressing them. “Good evening.” She took the seat adjacent to Conner at the table without question. Her briefcase was put to rest beside the chair and she sat rigid in the chair, legs cross and alert. Erika’s hands folded neatly on her lap, not touching anything on the table. But she couldn’t get over the smell that permeated through the room. Lemonade.

There was a new member whom she did see. There would be time for introductions later.

[Max Heinz]

*It seems Max was the last to arrive tonight, the thin Mekhet's head proceeding the rest of his body by a good three seconds as he looks into the room. When he sees the others have already gathered, a sheepish grin perks up one corner of the Grand Wyrm's mouth.* Good evening everyone, sorry for running a little behind tonight... *He offers in sincerely apologetic fashion.

There was no flashy outfit this time, not did he back up his suggestion to Daniella about wearing an Armani suit and gold cuff-links. Instead, Max had made a slight upgrade to his usual business suit; replacing the slacks and vest with a white shirt, black suit, and matching fedora. The only splash of color was the dark brown tie, the color just light enough to set it apart from the suit.

*He beings bowing to first Conner, then Martha, Erika, and finally Daniella; each bow slightly less deep than the last.* Priscus Greyson... Herald Villiers... Regent Brady.... Bailiff Sage... *The slightly playful, apologetic tone of a moment earlier is lost as Max speaks each name with proper respect. Finally he turns to the other gathered Shadows.* Everyone... *A polite bow of the head follows, Max turning his attention back to the table itself.

A puzzled eyebrow perks up at the notepads and pens; Greyson usually liked to keep things brief. Perhaps tonight was not going to be one of those nights...

He can only wonder at the lemon-aid, his lips puckering involuntarily for a moment at the tartly-tasted memory of the stuff.*

[Martha Villiers]

Nodding happily and responding to each greeting offered to her with a smile and cheery "Good evening!" of her own, Martha was still smiling as she carefully took a seat.

But, upon the arrival of Dr Brady, her instinct told her to waste no time. Martha momentarily pouted as she imagined a dash across the table to attempt to do something...well...something utterly terrible to Regent Brady the Helmet Thief. But she resisted any impulse to act out this imaginative moment. Instead Martha cravenly and needlessly straightened the notepad in front of her and sat as if ready to take notes in a lecture.

Trying a shy smile to Max, Aileen and Daniella and listening to see what conversation might bubble up.