Absently counting the steps from Eysium proper to her Office, Alice make sure her dead-doll-face is settled into a proper polite mask. Hiding the panic and fear boiling up under her breast. Were she counterfeiting life, her heart would be beating a manic rhythm. Her thoughts ranging from that she hasn't done this before, to why couldn't have this new arrival just announced her Clan so she could pawn this off on her Priscus and not have to face this, and probably fuck it up!
Alice stops abruptly, the number in her head dings, and pushes her door open and rememberingtherivalmonsterpredatorNic at her back, she flicks on the lights.
The scent of sage and other aromatic herbs permeates the room. Nic will see piles of ash where incenses have burned and crumbled. Curiously there looks to be trailing patterns made by slim fingers in the piles.
"Please keep your bag by the door." says the Doll as she walks farther into the room. Stopping at the pair of chairs set in front of a dark wood desk. Scattered leaves, weaving vines. Predators and prey of all sorts, are carved upon the legs. Amongst the elegant chaos, are symbols and sigils of the Gods Alice pledged her unlife to.
Alice stands near a chairs, a hand gesturing to the other. Once the tell-tale sounds of the other women sitting reaches her ears, Alice will so the same.
Once, before he left Alice thought of doing this with Robert, scaring the shit out of a new Nos that came into their kingdom. Now, without the Burned Man to be an obvious threat, and her eyes, Alice knew she'd need to do more then sit here and ask polite questions. She was a Nosferatu, the only one within the Domain. She needed to play to her strengths.
She takes off her sunglasses. Opens her eyes, letting the women, Nic, see the mawing pits of darkness where her eyes used to be. Anything to unnerve the Kindred across from her. Anything that might give her the upper hand.
A moment or two of them sitting in silence, Alice unblinking, her head titled at this women who disregarded the signs posted and the baskets still out for personal possessions, objects and weapons before one came into the Elysium Popper.
Then taking a leaf right out of Gilroy's book; "Have you ever committed Amaranth? Or have you come into Sacramento with the intention of participating in such an act?" The words are sharp and paradoxically hollow.
I can't believe I got a success. If you want to/need to lie, roll dem dice! :D