Elysium After Party The Second

[Geoffrey Leigh]

Leigh rises to follow Valmont and Helen, however his curiosity piqued by the turn of conversation he pauses saying "I do believe I shall remain Mr Valmont. I'd rather like to continue hearing about this proposed opera."

He nods politely to Valmont and sits again.

[Christine Daye]

Christine rolls her eyes at the mention of Mayweather.

"...poor Miss Mayweather... to be so afflicted... I will not ask you, Lord Durham, to confirm or deny that she must sleep with her hands in buckets of sand, lest she have... a little accident... for that would be cruel of me too..."

She hums to herself for a moment.

"...hmmmm... an opera... yes... you understand that such things take time, of course? ... but the tragic tale of an unfaithful young wife... let us call her... Mrs Magpie... who collects men's hearts, only to spurn them... but how should it end? Death, at the hands of her cuckolded husband? And what other characters should there be? The voice of warning, in the person of her close, yet dangerously pyromaniac friend perhaps?"

[Reginald Verity]

“Yes, yes this is a capital idea” an enthusiastic Reggie declares to Christine. “As custodians for the cultural development of the unwashed masses it is our duty to warn them that such wanton behaviour just doesn’t fly in modern society. Mrs Magpie should be made an example and I would be delighted to provide patronage for such a worthy cause. And if this results in ladies being able to sleep sounder at night, safe from the fear that their betrotheds will not give in to such a succubi, then we will have fulfilled our duties well.”

[annabelle]

The Ventrue is obviously particular with her meals so she doesn't partake in the feeding.

She instead engages in a delightful conversation about Victorian versus the Byzantine art trends and discusses the potential of a portrait.

Since the door is open she hears something in the other room that catches her attention and she giggles. Oh the prospects...

She smiles sweetly to Valmont.
"Lovely discussion Valmont but I am afraid I should go back to the group. You know how gossips spread nowadays and we don't want your Childe to hear any rumour that might hurt her young heart. Kindred are so desperate for gossips nowadays they might invent stories even with an open door!"

With interest she approaches the group and sits on the sofa, making herself comfortable and saying to Christine with an innocent expression.

"What If we make her husband a pyromaniac too? And make him burn everything before he burns her? Also why only men? Magpie should totally be tipping the velvet and accuse others for doing the exact same thing!"

[Bitterglass]

"I thought perhaps three acts:" Durham says.

"Act One: Kaitlin Sanders, a young woman lusts after the young town clergyman, Reverend Joesph Doors. One signer can be the voice of the evil in her heart prompting her to destroy any other who pursues him. Her better nature at this stage not allowing her to act upon it. At the end of the act she is kidnapped by satanists, barbarians or heathens or something."

"Act Two: She is rescued from the cult, after an evil ritual strips her of her better nature by none other than the young vicar and his sister, Mayfield Doors, who rescue her. She then seeks to destroy all the other women interested in the young man"

"Act Three, years pass, the two wed. Now bored and bereft of the better angel of her nature, Kaitlin toys with those she desires. In the very village her husband preaches the word of the lord in, she builds her own cult to dark gods. She is advised by her two closest friends, both of whom are unaware of her darker nature. One dear Mayfield, the other a singer of their acquaintance. Mayfield thinking herself wise, gives terrible advice, prompting Kaitlin into even more foolish acts in acts of cruelty and heresy. Her singer friend, has no such illusions about her advice, though it is always the right answer. At the end of the act her husband learns of her Malfeasance along with Mayfield and all die tragically in a blaze. Their names forever associated in the village with imprudence, malfeasance and ignorance."

[Christine Daye]

Christine claps her hands in delight.

"Oh, Lord Durham! How wonderful! You have a gift, sir! A gift!"

[annabelle]

"I like the whole blaze thing." Helen says with a circular waive of her hand and a pout of appreciation.

She then joins Christine and with tears in her eyes she claps joyfully...

"Bravo Bravo, Euge! Excellent, more of that sort of thing!"

[e.valmont]

((Correction, this happens and Helen's walks as well, probs after the first girl. Time is a bit disjointed from my prospective here.))

At this point two very lovely looking ladies appear on the 3rd floor. They don't hang about and walk straight to the room that the toreador artist has gone in.

After about a minuet of them being in there. One of them walks out looking disappointed and heads back down stairs.

[Bitterglass]

"Ladies, you are too kind. I had a bit of inspiration that is all. I still have no talent to turn such a thing into a musical piece, nor the words to truly express any of the emotion present within the summary." Durham says. It is clear he doesn't have the foggiest if they are serious or not.

"However Ms. Daye if you would take this idea to your Maestra, I am sure between the two of you, the idea could be done justice. Even if it takes some time now Elder Leroux is prince, really the idea now I've had it is yours, passed to artists to work their magic upon." His smile returns, and he flourishes his hands. "I alas am just a simple conjurer."

[Christine Daye]

Christine inclines her head gracefully to Durham.

"I will indeed, and with many thanks! I am sure Maestra will find it just as amusing and inspirational as I do!"

She hums a phrase to herself, mentally trying out refrains and themes. With a start, she refocuses on Durham.

"...oh! Can you really do conjuring tricks? Can you show us one? I... er... I don't expect you to pull a rabbit from your hat or anything like that... though I hear that's what Mr Campion does... and why he is so fond of his pet rabbits... he breeds them... it must be to get the right type for his magic... do you think that while rabbits are magical? ...I must remember to send more carrots over for them... but I digress..."

She gives Durham a winsome smile.

"...oh... do not fret if you are not prepared... I completely understand... forgive me if I have put you on the spot! I would not wish that at all!"