Sheriff's manor - Culture Tour After-Party

[Jean-Jacques]

Upon hearing Hermina’s plea for what he presumed chivalric assistance, his head somewhat fuzzy,Jean-Jacques glances at Durhams complete lack of awareness in an almost headmasterly way and rises, unsteadily to his feet and places his book upon his chair.

He walks cross to Hermina, a form of Dutch courage building up.

“Elder Zaragoza, if I might be permitted to assesst where ze good Dur-ham could not?”

[Madam Zaragoza]

“Oh darling Jean-Jacque, what a gentleman you are. How have I failed to notice you being such in the past! Please transport me in whatever way you find best.”
She winks in a very drugged manner.

[Lady Grace]

Grace moves towards Elder Price with alarm,
"I wouldn't insult you for the world Elder as you sing so beautifully but I'm afraid I must depart. Please let's talk when next we meet."
Grace leaves, with no reply to Hermina

[Jerome Price]

Jerome bows and takes Grace's hand, planting a kiss there, "Of course Lady Grace, I look forward to it and I am glad that you have enjoyed the evening, please have a safe journey home."

His head snaps over at Hermina's comments to the Brujah neonate, "Yes Jean-Jacques, I'm sure Dukes had a floating bed around here somewhere perhaps you can transport Hermina in that so that the world will remain as horizontal as she is accustomed to it."

[Jean-Jacques]

jean-Jacques bows to the slumbering Elder Aldrich, before nodding to Elder Hermina,

“Elder, prepare for zy carriage.”

Jean-Jacques, with a grace and strength hitherto unseen and with exaggerated care, places his arms underneath where Hermina is seats and lifts her into his arms, allowing her head to rest upon his shoulder.

he then turns around away from the Edlers seated and looks for a suitable place to lay the elder in comfort


....TBC

[Laurence]

Laurence looks after Grace for several long moments, before turning away and draining the rest of his cup of tea in one long sip. Somewhat used to the effects of opium, Laurence is relatively steady in his feet as he moves to the bookshelves on the wall.

“I can’t see many books on prophecy here?”

Leaning in and blinking, Laurence peruses the titles. Taking slow careful steps as he walks along the length of the shelf.

[Madam Zaragoza]

“My hero!” When she is in the air she wriggles her legs with excitement. She leans towards taking his head in her hands and gives him a long hard passionate kiss. She then whispers in his ear, “Find somewhere we can both lie together my Prince Charming, I do not want you to let go!”

[Posh-Tim]

Keane looks up at Laurences comment, cup of tea back in hand.
"In my experience there are few written tomes that can well detail the Prophetic experience. Each is far too personal to be well realised in written form."
He downs the rest of the cup and blinks wide-eyed a few times.
"Anything to be learnt in that art is better achieved by a teacher than a book could allow."
He hiccups and looks incredibly confused about it.
"Beleive me I have tried." concentrating he stares at Laurence closely. "I am guessing you have a particular interest to ask."
Keane sees Jean lifting Hermina about the place and starts giggling quietly.

[Jerome Price]

Jerome snorts at the talk of prophecy, "That is because in a Tremere house prophecy is categorised here under fiction, it's appropriate genre. Dukes keeps that drivel in another room entirely."

Looking over at the retreating Jean-Jacques and Hermina Jerome calls out, "Excuse me, tea boy! Where do you think you're going? I seem to note that my hands are still lacking any form of proper beverage, perhaps you'll oblige before wandering off into the nether regions of Dukes's private quarters."

[Andross Blint]

"Elder Price, if you would allow me to handle your drink request? Im sure the drink may have better atmosphere if my clan mate isnt delayed from his requested task..."

He motions to the tea and puts together a cup of Jerome accepts