Private Salon

[Marcus Roman]

Marcus nodded a Thanks to Rebecca and then looked to Jenna "I'll reach out as soon as I have some things down on paper, thank you Seneschal." a respectful look coming to the Romans face.

Then Alicia volunteered. "Fantastic, I'll be in touch for sure."

At the priests compliment about the bar Marcus smiled. "Maybe I can fit a gun range in the basement to lure Whip Grey in. It might be a bit cramped if I can fit a fighting ring in there first..." he joked, well half way. He did like the idea of a fight pit in the basement. Felt like home.

"I haven't experienced anything um...supernatural. No...And I am fond of purple moon flowers, in regard to our choice of plants. No real reason, I just like them."

[Rebecca Dawson]

Seneschal Hazelton was given a nod in agreement. “Roses have always been codified with meanings. Even the Kine send roses as messages to each other. Now with genetics, more combinations are possible than ever before.” She smiled softly. “Now you can specially engineer floral messages.” Rebecca felt it was a worthwhile use of science.


She nodded emphatically to cousin’s assessment. “Oh yes! That would make the news in every horticulture publication in the world! Considering there are only two plants of the Middlemist in existence. None are on this continent either.” She had a hand for cultivation though. “Well you know I have the hands for cultivation.” She made the inside joke with a small wink. “What would you say, for a project, you and I could create our own Garden?”


Rebecca nodded along with Mr. Schneider as he talked about his endeavors with Moore House to show she was actively listening. “I think that is a possibility Mr. Schneider. I would be willing to take part in such like-minded discussions.” The segue was well done when the conversation turned to supernatural creatures of the non Kindred persuasion.


She paused and looked at Mr. Schneider, her expression getting more serious. “Yes, Mr. Schneider, to both of your questions.” She said softly. “Was there something you would like to ask about in particular?” The better question would have been what is not out there.


The more she listened to Bendikta talk the more she liked her. Awful talkative for a Mehket. When in doubt Rebecca could always count on her paranoia to help her through it. Rebecca treaded carefully with her next words. “I feel we all have to make difficult choices at times with what we can commit to.” She smiled ever so slightly. “You won’t find judgment here.” She listened to the rest of it and nodded her head. “Do let me know what a gun made by you would cost. I believe in supporting local businesses.” She would happily support a weapon maker of any sort amongst the Kindred! Less traceability for the human authorities.


Marcus seemed pleased that so many were interested. “I am happy we could all come together for something like this. It is always worthwhile to celebrate and learn new bits of history, but to live them for just a moment: that is a real treat!” She said kindly. “If you need anything, I will lend my full support.” She looked at her Cousin a moment and smiled. Again, on the same page.