The evening had arrived. The evening in which one Gerald 'Twice-Dead' Baker's invitation described. A party in the new Prince's honor at Lefford Hall, issued with all the good manners of an ultimatum. From a Carthian with an apparent bone to pick with Sacramento's Invictus-heavy Domain.
It doesn't look like the place for a party.
The hall itself, from the street, remains mostly hidden behind trees, hedges and wrought iron fencing - which stretches across the entire plot some two hundred feet wide. What little can be seen is covered in tall, tinted glass windows from floor to ceiling. A very contemporary looking building to be hidden behind so much foliage.
The plot itself is situated at the end of a cul-de-sac, separating the hall itself from most foot and car traffic. Parking spots exist on either ends of the cul-de-sac, consisting of plain concrete slabs contained within similar, if shorter, iron fencing. While looking well maintained, the parking spots are vacant. Curious, considering the invitation specifically outlined this date.
Nothing can be heard except the chirping of crickets and distant sounds of car traffic. A man in a dark grey suit, radiating no Beast, stands quietly in front of the main gate. Hands clasped behind his back. A greeter, perhaps? Certainly not this Gerald Baker. Granted, only the Prince had ever laid eyes on the man. Apparently. And this had been years ago. If this man is Baker, he's making things easy for the esteemed guest - and her plus three.
If your characters had plans to research any other information, post your rolls with your first posts. Also, please remember to include your equipment. Stay on your toes, good luck, and let's get this Party started!