The Culture Tour

[alanwrotethis]

Sheriff Dukes walks past the group, oblivious to their presence. He is dressed smartly, in waistcoat and cravat, and (this night at least) his servants succeeded in pinning him down long enough to tame his hair into a shape suitable for the public. He is holding a split stick like a divining rod and staring with some urgency at a rusted weather vane spinning lazily on a nearby roof.
He circles back, squinting through his lenses, eyes focusing in recognition at the gathered group. Tilting his head left to right, bird-like, he sizes up the assembled cohort.
"Oh, hello," he says to Jerome. "Is this another funer- no, that happened. Hmm..."
He smiles at the assembled kindred, not in a showy or confused way. He seems genuinely pleased by the people present.
"Culture tour, excellent idea, I did something similar when I first arrived here, hosting a number of Malkavians. Traipsed the waterways underneath us, met a spirit, possibly Aquae Sulis herself. Lovely time, entirely normal."
He looks away from Jerome to the other kindred.
"Ms Audley, Ms... hmm." He scrunches his eyes at Aurelia, tapping his glasses. "Aurelia is it? We met at Elysium earlier this year. Apologies, I can't place your accent so I'm not sure how to address you."

[L .]

"London is London," Aurelia exhales. "Mithras organised the release of those bones, you know the ones, that were raised in discussion, at the conclave. It is done. So I can only assume the matter is concluded, on the Rose War."

Aurelia turns to address the Sheriff with a start, one winged eyebrow arched. "How do you know I'm not a Mister, neh?" She paints on an insulted look.

[Tatiana Ivanov]

Tatianna spied the small group of Kindred from half-way across the crowded plaza and walked on with a little more purpose.

She'd taken care to dress for the cold weather in a beautiful outfit of fine powder blue wool and silver braid all trimmed with silver fox fur. For a moment she wondered if she should have tried to blend in with the crowd, but decided almost immediately that she didn't actually care, it was only a cultural walk after all.

Arriving at Valentina's side, she greeted the group "Good Evening". She graced Price with a smokey look, a warm smile for Valentina and Dukes, then respectfully dropped gaze and elegant head bow to the stranger in the group.

"Would someone be kind enough to introduce me to this fine individual", she looked between her two acquaintances for some form of assistance.

[alanwrotethis]

"Oh? Oh.... oh!" Dukes exclaims at Aurelia. "A dozen apologies Mister Aurelia. Mothers of Thessaly claim me, if this gets out the court will.... will..."
He closes his eyes in resignation.
"Probably not care a jot. I have famously poor skill with my tongue, but I do try. Will a trivial boon stop this becoming an issue?"
He turns to Jerome.
"Seven shades man, can't you stop me when things like this happen?"
When he sees Tatiana he audibly exhales with relief.
"Lady Ivanov! Splendid arrival, timely and elegant. Yes, allow me, you are in the presence of Ms Valentina Audley and Jerome Escott-Price, who you already know. And this is... Mister Aurelia."
He pauses, looking around the group.
"Am I being made gentle mock? I'm sorry, but I can't help feeling a slight... pune-ing, or play on words at my expense."

[Tatiana Ivanov]

Tatianna suppresses a smile and gentle pats Dukes's arm in a conciliatory manner "Don't worry, I won't say anything".

"I am pleased to make your acquaintance Aurelia"

[Lady Grace]

A figure in a faded cloak with hood up moves along the street with confident foot steps from solid boots making a beeline for the group.
Grace stops a few steps away and drops her hood.
"Good evening to you all" with a smile for Valentina and Tatiana.
She drops a small curtsey with a inclination of the head, 'Elders'
Covering her lack of knowledge of a unfamiliar face.

[Laurence]

Laurence approaches slowly along the street, the young Native American woman at his side peeling off about twenty metres out to continue with her own task on this night. Dressed in smart clothing, the Brujah Ancillae didn’t look much out of place among the Kine. The confidence in his stride was eased back as he came closer to the group, becoming an air of being self assured rather than truly confident as he noticed multiple Elders and a few unfamiliar faces.

“A fine night to one and all, I hope I’m not late?”

Inclining his head deeply to the Elders and then a nod to each of the other Ancillae.

“The city has changed so much...and yet not at all in the time I’ve been away.”

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina's eyes widen at Aurelia's announcement on the bones. She wonders if Uriah will make good on his promise to her. "A final end to the Rose War will need us into interesting new times I'm sure."

She smiles and murmurs her good evenings to Dukes, Tatiana and Grace, takkng care not to interrupt her elders talk, listening with interest to their banter. Sheriff Dukes makes her curious, perhaps this will be a chance to actually get to know him?

[Jean-Jacques]

A large figure, swamped by a huge dark woolen cape coat that brushes the floor, approaches, nods and smiles to Tatiana and Valentina.

Quite of of context, his head is adorned with what appears to be a black smoking hat, adorned with glorious golden embroidery.

“Mes dames, my honuer to zee you zis eve, i trust you are vell.”

[Tatiana Ivanov]

Tatianna smiled back at the newcomers.

Valentina was clearly involved in something that didn't concern her so made her way over to speak with Lady Grace.

"Darling" she purred, "How are you?"

Tatianna had intended to remove a hand from the fox fur muff and link arms with Lady Grace in a companionable fashion but decided not to as she wasn't fully sure of how mucky Grace's rustic cloak was. At least the woman had a reason to be wearing outdoor gloves this time.

In acknowledgement of Jean's greeting, "Good Evening"