A meeting with Albert

[Martha Villiers]

In the cellar vault beneath the Avalon nightclub, far away from the press of dancing Mortals, the lights are low.

Down in the cellar vault of the Avalon, away from the sweaty press of people and the nightclubs' bright lights it is quieter.

The silence is almost palpable.

Recessed lamps cast a soft glow and the bright and rich scent of freshly made lemonade and squeezed lemons fills the air.

Though the low lit area which is heady with the bright scent of fresh lemons.

Tiny Martha is limping along...making use of her cane...hobbling between the Meeting Chamber and around the open space.

A carafe of freshly made iced lemonade and tall tumbler glasses rest on the otherwise bare coffee table.

A top hat and cane and tail coat. White tie, white waistcoat vest...her hair dyed raven black for the evening...a hint of ruby red lipstick...a generous sprinkle of lavender scent...minty toothpaste added to the neat presentation with a crisp white blouse...white gloves...the fishnet revealed a muscular leg, well suited to a dancer or athlete...her other was a metal C-Leg from high up her thigh.

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Paying attention to her environment examining the various fire extinguishers nearby. Checking for tampering.

[Chrisie]

Seeing Albert go to the door to her chamber and knock upon it, she smiles and hops and skips, taking care to be wary on her high heels, over to beckon him over to her sofa area.

Hobbling carefully, she speaks with friendliness and warmth. "Ah! Good evening, Mr Sawyer! I do hope you are well! As you see...I am not in my chamber. Did you wish to speak with me in private there, sir...or..." and with this she waves her cane towards the sofa, "...join me over yonder?" another happy smile.

[Martha Villiers]

Spotting Albert seeming to pay attention to her flesh leg, Martha became a little bashful.

Smiling sweetly, she hobbled over to accept Albert's offer. It was well meant, even if she was surprised by it. Offering her arm to meet his chivalry and kindness, she nodded.

Limping heavily now, her prosthetic dragging, she soon stood at Albert's side. "You are quite a gentleman, sir! If you had been in the armed forces you would have easily made officer rank!" she giggles merrily.

"I say! I hope you are well!" she asks with obvious and sincere interest.

Half way to the couch, she pauses. Wondering if, instead, she should try to amuse Albert with a tune on the piano. She smiled, rubbed at her hip and looked to Albert.

[Chrisie]

"I am truly delighted to hear you are well!" Another happy smile. "I do play, sir...shall I play something for you, sir?" she blinks gently and takes the chance to lean on Albert. "Would you wish to chatter while I play?" she asks. Clearly wondering if Albert would like that.

[Martha Villiers]

"Thank you, how kind, sir!" she chirped.

Martha seemed to take comfort in Albert's closeness and aid. She smiled sweetly to him. Wide blue eyes bright as she listened.

Soon she had made her unsteady and stiff way to the piano and sat down. With a happy swiftness she flicked the tails of her black coat behind her as she sat on the stool. It was a deliberately playful and theatrical gesture.

Tiny Martha was soon playing a gentle cascade of light melody. Something strange by Erick Satie:

http://youtu.be/sKaFVB_AIRo

Smiling, she seemed to watch Albert...as if waiting to simply listen to what, of anything, he had to say. There seemed to be no rush.