Elysium After Party The Third (post June)

[Madam Zaragoza]

Hermina’s eyebrow rise at the mention of her clan mates. She had no idea that they had had dealings with the Neonate that had been staked at the previous Elysium. So much to learn about this new city, The social machinations appear to be ever so more complex and exciting than that of York. Assuming that the supply of suitable entertainment was free flowing, she could be very happy here.

“Matthias, my dear, may I take a seat next to you? I hope you do not mind me speaking to you so informally. I did so enjoy our conversations earlier. I would like get together with you another time to discuss childer further. I hope that would be agreeable to you?”

[Francis Beauclair]

I belive Helen has a debt of life to you Master Corvinus?

[Matthias]

"Of course you can Hermina my dear, I would be honoured to have a creature of your beauty and grace beside me. Make yourself comfortable and I am sure that I could find some time in my busy schedule to speak with you." he replies with warm smile before turning to Ashwin.

"I sold my ghoul, wonderful chap, Waberley, to Constance who then Embraced him, completely ruining the treasures and delights that he had previously been able to bake. They were never the same again. They went from being angelic morsels that caressed ones mouth and throat with their divinity to crumbly rocks of ash and piss. I was most upset and then he turned out to be involved in the assassination of Sisyphus. It beggars belief."

Matthias sighs overly dramatically before addressing Francis with a wry grin.

"Oh that. Yes, she does. I merely..." he waves his glass about briefly in a vague, absentminded way "...helped her become a Released member of Society is all and in return she offered me the boon after she had her freedom and the whole matter was resolved. I did tell her that she didn't have to but she insisted and I couldn't bear to see the poor creature wracked with...well, whatever it was she was filled with...it was probably guilt, its normally guilt I find...so I accepted her offer."

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina smiles sweetly at Ashwin. "Not at all my lord" she murmurs quietly.

Inside, (taking great care not to show her thoughts on her face) she's weighing up the compliment in his speech against his informality. Valentina indeed! Even Mithras had thought to ask before using her name so familiarly. Of course, his age meant she wouldn't dream of correcting him, but it was a decidedly black mark against the man in her book. A pity really, she could have otherwise been quite taken with the elegant elder.

She sips her gin and listens to the conversation, content to stay quiet for the moment.

[Madam Zaragoza]

She seats herself next to Matthias and looks between him and Francis, following their discourse.

“Helen? Oh yes, I remember her. She seemed ever so desperate to please me. She is a Neonate I presume? I note the lack of them here this evening. Were none invited? Are they all too dull? Do I need to introduce some of them to the more delicious side of kindred life?”

She giggles slightly, and turns to the Ventrue.

“Also tell me Matthias, why did you pick this mortal to inhabit tonight over any other? What could you experience within him, a working class man, that you could not a rich gentleman? Please do not think that I believe it a poor choice at all. I am just interested how you make your choices.”

[Matthias]

"Helen is indeed a Neonate, she has been Released a few scant months." Matthias says with an amused smile. "Her Sire is the Prince of Constantinople and her Lineage is quite respected within the circles that care about sure things.

As to choice of what flesh I choose to wear my dear depends entirely upon my mood and what is available. One can experience an entire swathe of existence within one of the lower classes than one cannot within the flesh of a rich gentleman. But it is simply like any other piece of clothing or a mask that one can wear depending on the situation that one finds oneself within."

He finishes what is left in his glass in one long swallow and grins at Hermina.

"With the added advantage that in rich society, most people ignore those who look like they are servants provided they act like it. However the reverse is scarcely true. But thankfully the flesh and minds of the rich are just as malleable as those that they try to rule over should a new suit be required for a situation."

[Reginald Verity]

“Helen has proven delightful to date and, in my opinion, is a welcome addition to the City. Lineage is important after all and at least she has shown refinements above and beyond the usual Neonate rabble. I have to say that this is a delightful gathering thus far and a welcome relief from the events of earlier. Court life can be so droll after all and it’s hardly Versailles now is it?”. A brief nod to Francis and Valentina accompanies this last statement.

“And don’t mind Matthias, Hermina. His flesh jumping escapades can be a little disconcerting at first, but after a while can prove quite entertaining. After all, we all portray roles from time to time and often mask our true self. His choices are more physical than others akin to putting on a dress shirt on one hand or ruddy coat on another. I occasionally find myself wondering what those choices say about the man himself - is he making a fashion statement after all or is it just what was to hand?

Now Major, no need to be shy with that bottle dear chap. The first glass was dinivity itself, and I’m eager to sample more. I have been somewhat of a vintner in my own past and appreciate such exquisite concoctions.” Reggie was beggining to take a liking to the new arrivals.

[Madam Zaragoza]

Turning to Reggie, “Oh fear not, Matthias’ choice of form does not cause me any consternation. I find it entirely intriguing. As you say, we all have our own ever changing personal masks.”

She smiles sweetly at Verity.

“Now dear Francis said that there would be herbal remedies on offer? I am hoping that he was not wrong? Opium would certainly would enhance this delightful gathering even further.”

[Lady Leverson]

Leverson, since arrival has not engaged with the party.

A brief nod to all on arrival was all that was given to anyone before she descended on the drinks table, sweeping up a bottle of choice and taking a substantial drink.

Those that know her at all know it wise to give the lady space whilst she paces and mutters.

It is obvious she is livid almost beyond control and yet has managed to keep her cool for now.

The idle chit chat continues as she drains the bottle and dashes it to one side causing it to shatter over the floor.

Rage bubbles to the surface, and she growls to herself 'I'LL KILL HIM! I WILL KILL HIM, HE WILL NEVER BE FORGIVEN FOR THIS. THE HELL THAT WILL RAIN DOWN ON HIM...'

Leverson scoops up another bottle before resuming her pacing and muttering.

[Valentina Audley]

Which him? Valentina wondered idly, as she waved one of the Quintessence staff over, to pick up the broken glass.

When Gwen had calmed down a little, that would be the time to talk to her. Until then.. Valentina sips her own drink again and contemplates the room. Mostly elders and one other ancilla, who just happened to be a master harpy. Ugh. Still, time to practise what you preach to all the neonates darling, she chides herself.

Moving quietly she slips over to be at Francis' side, smiling cheerfully at him as she does so. "More drink anyone? And I believe the substances you seek are in that cabinet, besides the drinks table, Madam Zaragoza."