1605 Invictus Garden Party

[Josephine Sterling]

Josephine's response was long in coming: a phenomenon that was no doubt becoming quickly tiresome.

Kindred might not wear the marks of time upon their flesh, but the mind, ah, the mind was still touched. Memory, certainly, felt the course grains of sand passing through, abrading it down, down, and down, until the tides of Torpor polished patches of it smooth and clean.

And how damnable it was when the knowledge one needed had been so worn away! Would what Josephine was about to say condemn her more than her question to Reese already had?

Likely, but one did nothing but stagnate if one did not dare.

"I believe that the coroner's office is in need of new leadership," Josephine explained finally. "I believe the play should center around this: framing the current coroner for a crime which will assist in reinforcing the Masquerade, and ensuring that his replacement is amenable to working for the Domain...I can supply a script soon, if that would better sate curiosity."

[Twist]

A lifted eyebrow, a faint curling of the edge of her lips, the shift of body weight forward and toward Josephine. Twist made little effort to conceal her interest in the proposal.

However, despite that... she was no puppeteer. At least, not a subtle one. And that was everything in Shadow Plays. If one was not subtle, if one was found out- then you lost. Curtains fall and no encore. To participate would be a huge risk for her. And glancing across to the empty seat in front of her, she wasn't sure she needed to take it.

Yet, her eyes glanced around the table to the others sitting quietly, it seemed only she, Asa and the originator of the idea were the ones to have any interest. She would much rather watch the Play than run it it but was that desire worth giving up her first chance at having one held here in Sacramento?

"The plot line is not complicated and allows for plenty of room to maneuver. I would like to see a script but I am already inclined to think it a good choice for the event."

Now to see if the others would step up to the opportunity being presented. For opportunity it was and in the end it all came down to how much one truly belonged in this Covenant.

Which empty seat would be filled next. The one across from her. Or the one at the very bottom of the table.

[Asa]

"That sounds excellent."

Asa wondered at the lethargy that had overcome half the room. The silence could indicate the anticipation --or even hope-- that Sterling would misstep... or apathy. Either way, his voiced approval had addressed it.

"We look forward to hearing from you. I think that concludes the evening?"

Asa stood, and offered a hand and nod to Twist.

"Thank you again for hosting."

Let's put it in the books!

[Josephine Sterling]

Sounds good!