(1103) Eternal Court XIV
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Anton takes his usual spot, lurking in the commons, where he can scan arrivals for newcomers in need of direction. Seeing Greyson's herd about court, he notes how months ago, emerging from the desert, they would have brought the hunger frothing out of him tea control away. Now they inspired only idle contempt. He watches Sidor approach Brenn from a distance and wonders what will become of the clan after the direction the meeting had taken.
Amelita Cardoso|Striking Looks (Curvez)|Presence (Miss Thang)|Looking at Conner and smiling. Of course Mister Greyson. I would think it was more of a sign of thoughtfulness. An equally good gesture.
The dining room had no furniture. If I could suggest some sort of long table, or one that would expand. It may be wise if we hold any sort of meetings. She said, pointing at another picture.
Ariana noticed that the walls had nothing on them yet. She tilted her head in thought as she panned back through pictures of the living room area. Mister OConnor has some very tasteful vintage movie pictures that would go great in the living room. I also think some of your masks would blend well with that sort of dιcor. What do you think? She asked looking at Conner.
"Interesting ideas" Conner said as he thought about the display pieces for the walls. Conner also thought about the work that would be need to done to secure the rooms from the sunlight. Conner made notes of black out curtians, heavy bedding and necessary security devices.
Conner took out one of the keys to the property and handed it to Ariana, "Here is your key. This will get you in the front door. In the room designated as yours you will find a box with another key. That is for your bedroom. There will be two keys there. One for you and one for your servent if you wish him to have access. Neither Mister O'Connor, or I will have a key to get into your personal space."
Conner paused for a minute, "Mister O'Connor and I will have the same setup." Conner explained.
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Martha's investigation of the ghouls seemed to satisfy her curiosity. A few polite words of inquiry are apparently met by a polite reply about their master's whereabouts.
Content that Conner is indeed around and in no need of rescue, Martha nods and, after a brief exchange of pleasantries, leaves the Herd alone. Tucks her book into her satchel.
Martha takes her station by The Stairs to greet arrivals.
Nodding politely and dipping a curtsey to those who have already arrived.
Thomas O'Connor
The Deputy enters Court wearing a black suit and one of his black ties with the pair of indigo and silver stripes. He takes the stairs quickly, moving with a purpose that is written all over his face. Stopping at the entrance to the Court proper he does a quick scan with his eyes of who is present this evening. There were some Kindred he needed to speak with in order to begin to put a workable plan together to deal with the Homeless problem. From what Katrina had told him this whole situation had become a mess. A mess that needed someone to co-ordinate the effort to clean it up and to let the Domain know that the First Estate would not tolerate Breaches.
He makes a mental list of the Kindred needed. Deputies Greyson and Flores. Katrina from the Gangrel, Dirge from the Nosferatu. He wouldn't mind having Max in on this, his clanmate was good with coming up with crazy solutions. Ariana and maybe Ciara to co-ordinate influence and information and play the social and political games to keep this effort on the down low. Also ... well every damn crazy and tough son, or daughter, of a bitch in the Domain to actually pull this off.
Thomas smiles to himself. He suddenly felt a great kinship with Lee Marvin from the Dirty Dozen.
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Slow steps descend the stair. This makes a good excuse to look upon all attendent Kindred. Alice doesn΄t smile. The Keeper, yes of course. Thomas, always good. But why always all those nosferatu? Shouldn't they be the less social of them all? All other clans should obviously be ashamed.
She has a little black handbag, one from which you would ask what could possible be in there.
Once in Court she makes a smile anyway, trying to decide who was interesting enough to speak with.
Alice
Next down the steps was Jill Malloy, the Priscus of Clan Gangrel, She skipped the last court, mostly out of bordom and disallusionment and figured it would be a good idea to show up for this one. She hasn't heard from any of her people and desicions need to be made. Shit was needed to be wrapped up.
As far as how Jill looks or is carrying herself. Like normal, like she was reading from the book of DILLIGAF before she showed up. Jeans and a tanktop. Her hair is whats different instead of its nomal and being worn down, it was pulled back into a pony tail and the blue was more muted like the dye was coming out.
Once Jill was in she made her way over to a couch and copped a squat.
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Martha, smiling cheerfully, nodded a respectful nod to Jillian and Alice, adding a curtsey too. A long stare at Alice's long legs and shoes as she took her time to descend The Stairs.
With a frown, Martha wondered if Jillian had purposefully ignored her...something to perhaps discuss with her shortly. Watching Alice select a person to talk to, Martha rubbed at her lame thigh...lost her in own thoughts for a moment.
Ariana looked at Conner, who was blank as usual. She wondered if he actually heard what she said, or did it go in one ear and out the other. He was so militant it was frustrating.
Still a smile was on her face as if nothing was bothering her. "Thank you Mister Greyson and Cheyenne for taking care of several of these details. Please make sure to give Mr. O'Connor a copy of the portfolio as well and mention the change with the bedroom that I had mentioned."
Ariana tilted her head slightly while proceeding. "The decor of the rest of that house matters little to me as long as it looks some what normal. Considering I work at the paper, I may need to work with kine. Hopefully it would not be frequent and I would let you and Mister O'Connor know in advance." She paused for a moment. "Will this be acceptable to you?" She thought it would be best to know that before the issue arose.
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"Yes. All evenings are good. As long as the stars shine like a thousand lights on a great black sea and the moon sits like a cataract eye above the sky all should be well," Brenn replies, crossing her arms. She seems more wary than frosty and watches Sidor around her tangle of lank hair.
"I'm surprised you would wish to speak with me. Perhaps I was gravely incorrect and you are indeed much more than spite given form."
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