(0906) Pony Farm Court

[Regina Pia]

Regina looks at Aimee's hand, a look of pity escapes her face. No, not yet miss Noel. When you are a proper Lady, then I will kiss your hand, until then, I must decline.
"How unfortunate that our time must be cut short. I hope that I will see you at the Invictus meeting Madam Noel, until then, my duties as a knight require me to inform you that I am available should you need any martial actions." She gives Madam Noel her phone number, and heads out.

When she gets out into the lobby, her ghoul greets her and escorts her to the bathroom, where she swiftly reemerges with her obfuscated swords and more comfortable clothes. She exits with the rest of the kindred.

[Bo Albion]

Father Benton had just said: "So it looks like it's just you and me cleaning up the mess left to us."

Mariel takes this information quite literally. Ewwww. There had been a LOT of dead bodies.

She whispers unhappily to the priest, her lips barely moving, I know, I could hear her from here. What a bitch!

That pretty much trashes my party plans for tonight, too, damn it all to hell and back.

Mariel figures that the best thing to do now is....procrastinate. So, Father, I was hoping we could have a brain-storming session tonight to work on plans for the church. My hotel is very nice, would you like to join me? I can drive, if you like.

Dear God, please let him say yes.

[Erika Brady]

Erika watches Eric through the scarf over her eyes, and shakes her head. "I am Seneschal Erika Brady, you would do well to remember it. Since you were so late, consider this an official reprimand. You will report to Priscus Twist," she indicates the woman standing by the door, "And learn the rules of the city. I expect you to be able to recite them to me verbatim by next week."

Erika waves a hand in his direction, "You will have no feeding rights within this city until you do. You are dismissed."

[Premsyl]

Arnold is just standing there in the room, eyes flicking to and fro from the kindred funneling out and then flitting back to lie on Heathcliff.

He seems to be waiting for him.

[Jmiland1]

Court is over, and it's time to leave. Well. That came a bit earlier than expected. Gideon harrumphs softly, gets his bearings, and pulls out a pad and pen. He walks to Erica as he writes on the pad, tearing off the page as he reaches her.
"Priscus," he says, with a short bow of respect. "This is contact information for myself and Headstrong of the Ordo Dracul, and Stephen Archer of the Carthians. Unless there are others who did not come to Court tonight, I believe you may consider me to be the head of the Dragons. However, given the current situation within the city, for the time being Headstrong should be seen as my equal, as she is in charge of the safety of the Order and is considered the leader during times of war."