Sheriff's manor - Culture Tour After-Party

[alanwrotethis]

A crystal decanter on the counter shatters with a bang, nowhere near the reach of any of the kindred.
Dukes peers over.
"Fu.... who .... who did that? Something broke?"
He stands up, cursing slightly, moving over towards the counter to tidy away the stray shards, a flicker of embarrassment in his aura.

[Manacledairman]

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina's interest in Keane's performance begins and ends at his tattoos, indeed she's almost disappointed at the transformation, though she appreciates the play.

When he sits back next to her, she smiles admiringly at him. "That was wonderful Elder" She smiles at him.

When the decanter shatters she jumps, squeaking in surprise in a very undiginifed way, her aura flooding with surprise.

[Posh-Tim]

Keanes tension is so high he almost jumps out of his skin from the decanter. He looks around alarmed and then apologises quietly to Valentina who he has disturbed in the jump. When Elder Aldritch say 'Him' he looks even a little more distraught. He leans forward and fumbles (poorly) for the fresh cup he was poured and never drank. He tries to drink some without spilling any and just about succeeds.

[Jerome Price]

Jerome and his aura seem unaffected by the explosion of glass, he leans over towards Dukes,

Then he turns and calls out through the door, "McKinnon, get in here and clean up this mess... and wear that special pinny I gave you last christmas."

[L .]

For her part, Aurelia's already-tense form jack-knifes and her hand swings to an area on her thigh, padded as it is with travelling layers. A gaslamp flares out nearby.

She covers her start by clearing her throat and sliding her eyes to Dukes, picking up her tea and taking a sip.

[alanwrotethis]

"No.... no... I will clear this.... might be able to rebuild it if I put all the pieces back together quickly enough and ask them to forget the cracks..."
Dukes fumbles with crystal shards, muttering in frustration and shooting Jerome a look when McKinnon arrives at the doorway with a broom.
"Again sir?" McKinnon asks. "You've lost three glasses from that set this wee-"
"Don't mind me!" Dukes snaps, snatching the broom from his manservant and ushering him away. He spends a moment sweeping the shards into a tin bucket before resuming his seat.

[Manacledairman]

[Madam Zaragoza]

Hermina chortles with laughter at the dare, whilst remaining reclined.
“Oh yes Jerome, whom do you dare drink against?”

[Jerome Price]

Jerome grins widely at Elder Aldritch, from the sedentary position resting against the bookshelves he seems to come alive necking the remaining half a cup of his tea and throwing the cup of his shoulder to McKinnon who frantically attempts to break it's fall and prevent further breakages.

He claps his hands together and surveys the room, reading the auras for any who might show an interest or a shying away, "Aha, a proper challenge thank you Elder. So," he throws his hands wide to the rest of the room, "who fancies stepping going for a few rounds with the master of the maze then!? Your choice of poison of course."