Elysium After Party The Second

[Christine Daye]

Christine bobs a curtsey to Leigh, almost a reflex, before returning Valentina's smile with a certain air of relief. Moving with as much grace as she can, she finds herself a seat near the others, and sits carefully, smoothing her skirts.

For the moment, she seems content to let the others talk, waiting to be spoken to before speaking, like a good little neonate. And if her gaze is a little distant, and she's humming faintly on the very edge of hearing - well, she is mad.

[Geoffrey Leigh]

"Well, I rather think I shall be sticking to this floor then" he nods with a smile. "I understand of course that the Toreador, must be the Toreador." he throws a knowing glance toward Violetta. "The Camarilla would not have them any other way" he bows his head towards Valentina.

He turns to Christine, stands and offers a bow. "I am Geoffrey Leigh my lady" he introduces. "I'm afraid I am not sure that introductions were made at Elysium, so you'll have to forgive my boorish manners. May I ask your name?"

"I shall provide you with my opinions about the Bath Elysium shortly, but of course, the proper decorum must be observed." he says, "It hardly does to start a conversation without the benefit of knowing all who are present."

[annabelle]

Helen looks at what Reggie is doing with wide eyes. She grabs two of the concoctions. She smells them and gulps one of them in one go. She throws it to the floor and places the other one to a table next to her.

The wide eyes turn into a chuckle and she just sits there comfortably observing the act, taking mental notes. Not wanting to interrupt him she just sits and looks with curiosity.

After a while she gives in to temptation of course and she asks.

“Does this help? Never done it.”

[Christine Daye]

"...oh...oh..."

Christine looks flustered at the faux pas of the lack of introduction. She stands quickly, bobbing another curtsey.

"Miss Christine Daye, neonate of Clan Malkavian. At your service, Mr Leigh."

She sits down again.

Oh, Christine... you'd think after all the introductions at Elysium you'd find them easier by now!

[Violetta]

"Oh, quite. We are terribly mundane, we Roses, molding ourselves to fit the predestined cookie cutter of the Clan. I haven't met one Toreador who breaks the mold." She looks deeply despondent. "I sicken myself at times with my own stereotypical life."

Violetta's voice drops fractionally, turns inviting. "Indeed, with all the wild orgies we need attend to each weekend, it's unknown how we get any work done. What say you, Miss Audley? With all this staring into your reflection business it's really rather difficult to do anything. And very bad for business. You must be so stressed, having to tailor dresses, raise a Childe and see to your own chain of stores alongside a life wherein you can not pass a reflective surface without losing whole hours - sometimes entire nights! I dare say my face means I can barely focus!"

With that she sweeps off to Christine, and immediately begins fussing over her like a fan.

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina raises an eyebrow. Either Reggie has been gossiping a lot to his sister about her, or Violetta has been nosing into her affairs. Curious... Though, Justicars must investigate a lot of people she rationalises to herself.

[Geoffrey Leigh]

"I fear I am no stereotype of my own Clan either. I certainly have not the beauty, nor the wit, nor the artistry that is the fabled hallmark of the Roses."

"But Ms Audley, you wanted to know my view on the Elysium? Quite the most prevalent thing was the lack of buffet! Your Keeper really is a slap dash fellow." he says chuckling.

[Christine Daye]

Christine's reaction to Violetta's attention is a curious mixture of awe, pleasure, and more than a touch of fear. Still, it's not long before the charming Toreador wins the singer over, and Christine relaxes further, starting to enjoy herself and the attention.

At Leigh's comment about Sisyphus, she can't help but giggle, hiding her smile behind her green fan.

[Reginald Verity]

Upstairs on the third floor:

After concluding his business with a satisfying ‘flourish’, Reggie carefully secures his trousers before facing the inquisitive Byzantine. Reaching for a towel from a nearby side table, he mops his sweat-beaded brow.

“Does this help? Why yes, in my opinion it does, but do not feel that there is but one solution for each situation, pleasure has many forms. Did they not speak about this to you in the Royal Court? You are of marrying age, no?”

He reaches over and takes a large swig from a nearby goblet.

[e.valmont]

A door closes, lock clunks secure as Valmont turns a key. Turning from his office and taking in all the people who are present on the 2ed floor. He gives out a sigh and his shoulders slump a tad in release of pressure.

"Time to relax" he says to himself and starts walking. Where is that delightful woman i hired for that painting, he casually thinks to him self.