Sheriff's manor - Culture Tour After-Party

[Madam Zaragoza]

Hermina just loses it and laughs and laughs and laughs at Jerome’s comment.

[Jean-Jacques]

jean-Jacques, his aura clearly in surprise at Elder Dukes words turns toward Valentina,

"Ancilla Valentina Audley, envoy of Prince Dyonisia of Bristol ee 'av missed zees for ze 'ole evening, indeed perhaps longer, for zees oversight I offer a boon of ze choosing of ze Elder Dukes, our Sheriff, 'ere to adjudicate in my ignorance of the remiss on my part"

He turns to Elder Dukes and nods

[alanwrotethis]

Dukes exhales.
"Don't make the me arbiter of... fine."
He turns to Valentina, forcing himself into a sombre tone.
"Ancillae Audley, my colleague of the court of Aquae Sulis has, unintentionally, mis-stepped in etiquette in his time addressing you. He has made this mis-step many times, but each has been a sliver of time. Would you accept a minor boon in recompense, on the understanding that, as a military gentleman, he is amenable to being corrected and disciplined by your good self in future in the unlikely event that he blunders again?"
He giggles.
"That and the poor fool is wasted, his pants are ripped, if he leans over the right way you can see all the way to Charlemagne."

[Madam Zaragoza]

At the mention of Jean-Jacques trousers Hermina laughs even harder if that is possible.

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina's aura sparks with gratitude to both Dukes and Price as they speak in her defence.

She listens quietly to Dukes arbitration, her irritation slowly fading, then giggles with him at the end.

"Thankyou Sheriff, that sounds perfectly acceptable. "

Looking over to Jean-Jacques she says "in answer to your question Neonate my least favourite Toreador resident in the city of Aquae Sulis is Miss Kira Black. Because she has no sire and precious few manners."

She glances around the room and giggles at the sight of Jerome on the floor.

"Elder Price..." she grins at him. "I dare you to..." she pauses.

"Sheriff Dukes, is there something we could make a target with? I should likento challenge Elder Price to hit a mark from 20 paces."

[Posh-Tim]

At the mention of Kira, Keane raises his head. Looks like he is going to say something. Then just shakes his head and slumps back again.

[Madam Zaragoza]

“Here have this apple candle!” Hermina waves it in the air, whilst she remains reclined.

[alanwrotethis]

"A target? For what?"
His eyes close.
"Jerome, is this that darting game you so enjoy? Lunacy. If you're using the set in the cabinet give them a thorough wipe first... I think I've seen guests use them on Durham's... Durham."

[L .]

Aurelia must have entered the deepest dip of her opium-induced fog, because when she awoke her head was on someone’s shoulder - she can’t tell if she’d just slumped or had done so earlier - and she couldn’t quite bring herself to move.

She was gradually coming to, that much was clear.

[Jerome Price]

"Yessss, TARGET ... wipe it." giggling "Duhram, wipe it... NO, sloooowly, wiiiiiiiipe it. What?" His eyes open slowly and he cranes around the scene taking in the new arrangement, scrunches up his face and then lifts one arm and slaps himself hard on the face... lifts the other arm and does the same to the other side.

Pulling himself up to a sitting position and then ungraciously onto all fours he begins a slightly comedic act of preparing to push himself to his feet which ends up looking like the rise and fall of an ungracious beast humping the air. Eventually lift off is gained and he flies backwards much more rapidly than anticipated until he reaches out an arm and steadies himself on a passing Blint. He grins innanely at the Ancilla and wobbily performs a bow.

Sounding more like a drunken northerner Jerome cries out, "Raight, MCKINNON!! Wipe the target n put't on tha shelf and wipe Duhram's ass, th'n fetch mah crossbow."