(Dropping Bodies) Dot Dot Dot

[JC Smith]

Elysium was still the best choice for debriefing, but again, JC made sure it was set on a quieter night to avoid interruption or eavesdropping.

He went over the events of his own expedition, reviewing what had happened so he could give a clear explanation for his part.

However, he was worried about what had happened at the Coroner's. Or rather, what hadn't. Mable had said it was a bust but maybe listened to the other team's story would provide some hints. Or at least the peace of mind that they had solved the immediate breach problem.

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn's sure foot steps came down the stairs and into Elysium proper, heading over to the area that they were to meet together. The same room as before. Quinn brought her leather messenger bag with her that contained her lap top, cell phone, and a navy blue and black cardigan, long sleeve that she had shoved in there.

She was dressed in a sharp grey cardigan over a matching scoop neck top, a form fitting and soft looking cashmere/silk blend in a grey blue shade with a thin brown belt for show. Her hair was loose and down around her shoulders. She had casual makeup, very fresh faced. She did wear one thing however. A beautiful silver bracelet with Tanzanite gems set in it.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

The Nosferatu stops at coat check, dropping off a small hand bag. Jennifer strides confidently into the room. She carries her laptop bag on one shoulder. The Nosferatu wears a jade tunic and black dress pants. Her brown hair has been straightened and pulled back with a trendy hairband. Her scarf is seafoam green with a spider pin, this pin appearing to be costume jewelry. Her college student outfit in case they head out to populated areas.

Dark brown eyes check whose present. She gives her fellow Priscus Durant a nod befitting her station in the domain. Mr. Smith receives a small nod.
"Evening, Priscus Durant. Mr. Smith."

[Mable Wood]

Mable was wearing a cute pink dress and low heels as she walked into the building and down the stairs. She carried a beige leather bag over one shoulder. In it was a tablet, her cell phone, paper, and pens. She felt at least one beast but could hear murmur of voices. She took a feel calming breaths to settle her own roaring beast.

Then she proceeded towards the others.

"Good evening, Priscus Durant, Lady Hazelton, Mr. Smith." She gave Quinn a deep nod, then a smaller one to Jennifer and JC.

[Edward Heinrich]

Edward paced into Elysium, feeling Mable's familiar strength, and JC's increasingly familiar weakness. Their Beast's strength and weakness. The rationalizations of the Beast had to be watched carefully. Edward wore a blazer with matching slacks. Noting that neither Alexander nor Milton was present, Edward approached unhurriedly.

"Good evening." He greeted the group but gave the additional nonverbal respect of a short bow to Jennifer and Quinn.

[Alexander Moore]

His long steps brought him to the meeting place quicker than he had wanted, so he paused and collected himself before entering. His dark jacket folded over the arm of his black suit he enters, his steps becoming small as his Beast rages for a brief moment.


“Good evening.” He notes who has arrived already and goes over the facts he had learned during the investigation. Hopefully they will prove useful for their plan.


“Priscus Hazelton, Priscus Durant.” A small bow to both.

[Milton]

Milton arrives shortly behind Alexander, moving into Elysium in the wake of the giant Haunt. His measured steps ring out in counterpoint to those of the grotesque doctor.

He feels a hint of annoyance at finding so many of his fellow Kindred already in attendance. Milton does not like to be late. And his Beast's insidious hiss at the gathered predators doesn't help.

Tonight is about business, however. And the Lord will not let his baser instincts get in the way. So, he straightens his suit and joins the fray.

"Good evening," he says to the group at large.

Following the trend, he offers Jennifer a bow and then Quinn, the former a touch deeper than the latter. The others in the room receive a nod of greeting. Bland, brown eyes linger for a moment on Alexander and Edward in turn. He'd secured them entry and access to the corpse, but is not yet aware of what they might have found.

Milton finds a seat and settles himself. He draws a small notepad and a pen from his jacket pocket and balances both on his knee. Looks up expectantly when this operation is complete.

[JC Smith]

“Priscus Durant, good to see you,” he greeted his housemate with a bow and a smile.

“Priscus Hazelton, welcome.” Another bow as due her station.

The other team came in one after the other. While that was all they really needed for this meeting, he noted that Maeve wasn’t here at the same time he realized he’d forgotten to include Dirt Nap in the text. He got out his phone and forwarded things quickly if the cowboy wanted to get back involved with the investigation.

“Miss Mable, Mister Heinrich, Mister Moore, Mister Milton. Thank you for taking time out of your evening to be here.” He nodded to each of them in turn.

To give Quinn a chance to set up her equipment and get settled, JC decided to lay down some of the basics before turning things over to her.

“If you would like to take a seat, we’ll get started. We’re here tonight to make sure everyone is on the same page and up-to-date on the investigation and initiate the next step. We’ll,” he indicated Quinn and his team “go over what preparations we’ve made to trap the jackal. Go over what happened at the morgue, whether anything was discovered and that risk of breach has been mitigated.” He nodded to the members of the other team. “And plan the next step to trap the Jackal and capture the poacher.”

“If there are any other topics of discussion you’d like addressed, please feel free to bring them forward.”

He then moved out of the spot light, letting Quinn take command and work to step into the meeting’s ‘Reeve’ position.

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn nodded deeply to her Ladyship, Lady Notary Hazelton, a fellow Priscus and Kindred of Quality in the domain. She gave a warm smile and a wink to Mr. Smith her co-conspirator in this joint adventure at running investigations in the domain. She felt they had learned quite a bit from each other and about one another. Funny how those two things went hand in hand.

She gave a solid nod to everyone who came, and a slight glance to her phone for the one they were missing, but she knew got a late notice. She would proceed without him for now.

"Alright first things first. I would like to hear from each of the team that went to the Coroner's office. I would like to hear what came of that investigation, and any difficulties in achieving the goals set forth must also be documented for any future operations that would involve that office to avoid any repeat mistakes with said office. We must always respect what we are and tread carefully with such important Kine institutions."

The reminder was not subtle. Don't fuck up in Government buildings. Her fingers arched and poised over her lap top as she prepared to dictate for the official record. Quinn was an anal data rat if there ever was one.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

As folks nodded to her, she reciprocated with slight nods to show that she was aware and appreciated the respect.

As Priscus Durant called for the coroner team to make their report, Jennifer found a seat. She pulled out her new notebook for this investigation, her best pen and looked expectantly at Mr. Northbridge and Mr. Moore. Her mind was always thinking of a few things, and so her head was slightly turned towards the hall to keep a watch for Dirt Nap or for any unnamed folks who would need to be shooed.