(1009) Eternal Court VI

[Martha Villiers]

Martha has located the Eternal Court. Finding the place was easy when you knew how...but she didn't and it took a while. But now, she stood outside...steeling herself for the assault upon her senses of the fresh and novel Blood Potencies. The tiny lady leans hard on her cane and adjusts her long overcoat with her free hand. Ensuring, as far as possible that her black boots shine; her skirt is neat and free of dirt and her poise is suitable. An aroma of perfume and fresh toothpaste will linger in her wake...clearly she aims to arrive with cleanliness and neatness on her mind. Martha is careful in her movements as she limps heavily over towards the lobby of the Court, her left leg dragging and stiff at the knee...but her long skirt obscures any obvious cause of this. Martha's bright blue eyes dart about: trying to take in information from area...looking at the rooftops and all around so she may yet understand and assess to whom she must present herself and do so in safety.

[West]

Martha is confronted by a well-known club, Avalon. Inside, discreet markings indicate an unobtrusive set of stairs leading downward, below the club proper.

[Fractured]

"I seem to recall the Deputy rather distressed one evening as he put up flyers warning any against going to Granite Park. I regret I had not followed up with him about it." The expressionless face moves from the Priscus, to the Keeper, and back again. This was good. One of the Mekhet candidates had left the Gangrel Priscus to die at worst, set him up at best. "'Flashbang'? A grenade?" Military weaponry. Heathcliff feared Horizon. Saul had warned them, but not of...cannibals. Who didn't like the taste of dead flesh, apparently. "Well. I daresay much has changed since you've been gone, Priscus Barrett. I am pleased you have returned safely. You should possibly call a Clan meeting; there are several new Gangrel in the Domain, and of course, Miss Roxie Hart has been named Regent Hart. I understand her Hound, Dog, is an honorable sort."

[Martha Villiers]

Hearing the noise from below and following the subtle signs, Martha limps heavily down the stairs to the lower area...the symbolism of this undergound hideaway is not lost on her. The stairs cause some obvious scowling as she tries to find a safe way by the several patrons coming and going at the same time as she descends. Eyeing their vivid attire, tiny Martha seems to obviously come to the conclusion that her own garments are out of place here. At the bottom of the stairs she looks about, clutching at her walking cane tight and briefly tugging at her coat to ensure it's neat and tidy, Martha smiles as she watches people with a friendly gentility of one truly interested in those about her. Her smile remains very friendly as she tries to peer through the bright lights and adjust her senses to the noise. Martha's inquisitive glances try to see who and what may be going on down here...just in time to see Jillian adjust the straps on her boot and begin to walk over. Martha eyes Jillian's hair style and boots and easy, self assured, walk...Martha's smile falters a moment, but only for a moment and she limps over to meet Jillian en route. The friendly smile returns and Martha nods in gratitude to the greeting. "Good evening, Jillian!", she replies cheerily...clearly English, and probably a bit posh. "My name is Martha...however, I have only recently arrived this city and...well, I was travelling and...well, here I am...and still trying to find my way! Am I correct in believing that this is simply the very best place for one to...well, become acquainted with some of the city's more...er...unusual residents?" -she asks, uncertainity replacing, for a moment, her friendly smile. Martha leans on her cane and edges slightly closer to Jillian to confide as best she can above the noise- "Well...I am very pleased to meet you, Jillian! Do you live in...er Sactown *giggles slightly as she tries out the jargon* too? Do...do you own this club?" -her voice returns to a sincere, friendly...and now slightly humble tone. Martha leans hard on her cane and smiles again, waiting happily for Jillian's reply.

[Martha Villiers]

-Martha listens carefully, her attention fully on Jillian as she talks. Nodding at the information and seemingly genuine in her attention. Martha tries a smile as Jillian mentions the chair and nods swiftly- "Talk freely? ...A bite to eat?" -she repeats, obviously bewildered by the openess she has unexpectedly encountered. "Yes...yes, I...I shall do all you ask! It all sounds most splendid, thank you for your help, Jillian!" -she enthuses, leaning harder on her cane, Martha briefly looks around to determine the path of least resistence to the Seneschal's Chamber. "Perhaps I should refrain from...er...dining first. I would hate to fall into some trap at the first encounter of someone in high seniority! I wish to give no cause for immediate rebuke." -she smiles, clearly not wishing to accuse Jillian of a trick, more trying to show an awareness that things could be easily misinterpreted. "I shall take a seat and wait, as you suggest. You certainly seem to know your way around, Jillian!" -another smile, shy now, offers a small giggle too. Martha waits a moment, to see if Jillian has other places to go or wishes to linger and talk.-

[Martha Villiers]

-nods again as Jillian talks and limps along, trying to keep up with Jillian. Shyly and modestly sitting down, Martha eases her stiff leg out straight, adjusting her long skirt to ensure continued modesty and neatness and trying to move the leg so it won't be in anyone's way while watching how Jillian seats herself. She nods to herself as Jillian sits and talks about the city.- "Ah." -she replies, as if understanding Jillian's reluctance to have anyone interupt the meeting- "Well, I would hate to interupt anything...let alone a meeting of such obvious importance." -smiles as she rests her can across her lap, a gentle gesture and one measured so as not to bump into Jillian, or anyone, neatby.- "I do hope that the meeting doesn't signify some imminent trouble for the city and its citizens?" -Martha smiles again, taking a moment to cast an approving, if slightly bemused, glance at Jillian's hair...and blink as she studies the colour and style of it...Martha fiddles for a few seconds with her cane, looking back to Jillian. "A Savage, eh?" -she muses, entirely without any sign of critical judgement and swiftly offers, with apparent sincerity;
"Well, it is a delight to meet you, Miss Jillian! An honour, even! I wonder, though...at the risk of imposing a question upon you: is there anything I should be immediately alert to regarding the temper, attitude and overall characteristics of the Seneschal? I would hate to enter into his company and commit a silly...and avoidable, faux pas!"

[skarecrow36]

Charlie is silent for a moment when Heathcliff tells him of Max's warnings throughout the elysium. Welll this is nice. I think Maxie boy left out some important information regarding my whereabouts and now I'm going to need to call a clan meeting without knowing what has gone on for hte past few months. Oh well.

"I see. Thank you Senechal, I shall meet with Ms Hart as soong as I leave here and then call a clan meeting son after." he turns to Ciara and asks "Do you by chance recall Mr. Heinz mentioning my disappearance in his rush to warning other kindred away from going to Granite Park? I know you both didn't know I was gone but did he at least hint that someone had been attacked?"