Elysium After Party The Second

[Geoffrey Leigh]

Leigh gulps.

Then he sits down.

[Christine Daye]

Christine's eyes sharpen as she dabs away at the tears on her face with a delicate lace handkerchief.

"Oh, dear Mr Verity! You are so right! It shall be no party at all... just an uncomfortable gathering of souls... no doubt wishing that they were elsewhere... in more convivial company... like those here present... I know that I will be... but she is Clan... and professes to be my best friend... though I fear that title is much spread around..."

She sighs.

"...alas for Katherine the diplomat..."

In response to Violetta's question:

"... I am not sure... Maestra and I... and I would guess Lady Mayweather... but I am not certain... it is on Christmas Eve... and there is talk of carollers... if they are to be dinner as well I shall be very cross! Such disrespect for the music!"

[Valentina Audley]

Reggie gets a delighted chuckle back. "Don't do anyone I wouldn't darling and have fun whilst we're gone"

In the privacy of the telepathic connection she sends the affection she feels for him, before allowing her concentration to turn more fully to Francis' ministrations, secure in the knowledge Reggie would pre-warn them of anything untoward.

[e.valmont]

Realising his glass is empty and then frowning, as a sudden hunger washes over him. When was the last time he had eaten. Maybe a snack of sorts was in order, a top up.

"Helen my dear, if you still desire to talk to me about my crafting of such beautiful art work then you are welcome to join me. I am going to go eat." Valmont says as he shuffles to the edge of the sofa in one moment.

[annabelle]

Helens looks perplexed. So many interesting conversations around and she didn't knew where to focus.

However, her interest on the arts won and she followed Valmont to where he was heading.

[Geoffrey Leigh]

"Ah dinner!" Leigh says. "I shall certainly partake of your hospitality." He rises and nods to Violetta. "I shall bring something back for you my Lady."

[Bitterglass]

“Ladies,” he says glancing to Helen as she turns to follow Valmont, then Christine and then Violetta in turn, “I am truly most warmed by your concern for my heart. I should say that despite being no common Thomas, I feel myself begin to lose my heart to so capricious a woman.” He grasps his chest playing up the faux-drama of the moment. “Perhaps it is her panic at imaginary fires that stirs my heart to flame, perhaps her husband’s mighty wroth. Or perhaps my heart is simply playing at affection to entertain three beautiful women in a place of comfort.”

“More importantly the woman is childe and wife of someone who I at least pretend to respect and to quite rightly am cautious of…” he raises an eyebrow, “most of the time at least. What woe is me.” Durham frowns, "Or is it I?"

“As for Ms. Mayweather while she is of the Tremere, please those of you here, do not let her speak for all of us in the city. For she is often foolish.” He takes a long draught of the Emerald Spice. “Though I believe her friendship with Mrs. Jackdaw, has at least something to do with the circumstances under which she was found and returned to us. A most extraordinary matter, and I say this as someone who tinkers with the extraordinary on a regular basis.”

[Christine Daye]

"Oh, Lord Durham! How tragic!"

The back of Christine's green gloved hand goes to her forehead in a mock swoon.

"Truly I feel for you! I really do! This is the makings of opera... yes... a heartrending tale of doomed love... woe... I shall have to talk to Maestra about it... And who would have considered Mrs Jackdaw to be such a... a... well, words fail me, to be honest..."

Her eyes glitter with amusement.

"But come now sir, you simply cannot say such things about Mayweather without further elaboration! You will have us all perishing with curiosity! And that would be cruel! So very, very cruel!"

She's teasing, obviously.

[Bitterglass]

"Ms. Daye, I am quite cruel when the mood takes me and you know in good concience cannot share such intimate details of a colleague." Durham smiles and pauses, "However were might were I so inclined to share, I might suggest for all her intellect, poor Eponine lacks a certain amount of tact. And is currently proposing to Sheriff Duke's investigating if she is responsible for all the mysterious fires in Aquae Sulis."

"An investigation I'm sure in which she will find herself completely innocent." He quaffs another drink of the Emerald Spice. "Duke's will groan at the entire idea and find her something better to do with her time."

"Now this opera my dear, do you really think Maestra Leroux would consider it? It would be a most delicious tale. For that I might book seats. Or perhaps just anonymously gift the Jackdaw's a pair of tickets." He grins.

[e.valmont]

Valmont stands up fully and strolls to the stairs leading down to the 2nd floor. He stops on the edge and catches Mr.Brook's eye. Brooks snaps his attention to him and nodes as valmont holds up two fingers. Mr.brooks knows that signal, he also knows what Valmont proffers this evening. Prearrangement can come in handy in times likes these.

The Vampire turns away and starts to walk to one of the free rooms. Noticing Helen is following on his heals. Just before entering the room he stops and turns to look over his shoulder. His eyebrows pinch in mild annoyance and then corrects himself. "Anyone can join i guess. Mr Leigh, this is just a snack. So don't drain them dry." He says in a more commanding voice.

He entries the room and leaves the door open behind him.