Trying to Get Home

[Valentina Audley]

The weather really was awful Valentina thought as she stared absently out of the carriage at the rain lashing down. She knows she should care more, be more concerned, but she just cannot bring herself to care. Luckily for her Hamlyn has that job sorted and is outside of the carriage, discussing things with the driver.

A short while later she's entering the tavern at a run, habit making her worry about her dress more than anything. Hamlyn escirts her and leaves her in the lounge, to take her pick of the seats as he vanishes again to attend to things. Alone she kicks off her shoes and flings herself down to sprawl on a sofa.

So many things are swirling through her head. Narcissa, Lissa, Vortigern, the Tempest and half formed memories of.... telling Violet she loved her? No that couldn't be right. Perhaps she was going mad? Argh! She rubs her temples and scrabbles for her bag. Embroidery will help calm her nerves and steady her thoughts, she thinks to herself.

[Andross Blint]

The weather proving somewhat of an annoyance to travel and no hurried need to reach home at this point, Andross decides to step into the near tavern in hopes of the weather letting up somewhat before continuing.
Purchasing a bottle of wine, more for appearance of custom than actual intent to drink, he makes his way round, looking for a comfortable place to rest out the weather. As he wanders about he notices Valentina having apparently decided similar things about the weather.

"Ancillae Audley, would I be an imposition if I were to join you here? I can locate myself elsewhere if you had plans I would be intruding upon..."

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina looks up at the voice, then smiles lazily.

"I had no plans darling, though, if you join me I cannot promise I won't ask you questions." She gaze turns mischeivious.

"I have an incredible curiosity you see and you do rather make me wonder..."

She wafts a graceful hand at the next nearest sofa and gives him an inviting smile.

[Andross Blint]

He moves over to the offered sofa, taking a seat some what gracefully and placing the bottle upon the floor next to him.

"I'm certain I can manage a few questions in exchange for taking up some of your time and company. I am as ever a mostly open book to the right words..."

[Valentina Audley]

She grins at him. "Alas, I don't think some of the words I most want to be use should be spoken of here... So I shall instead ask you how you found last night's festivities? And what you made of the ah, surprise guests?"

[Andross Blint]

A broad grin crosses his face at the mention of 'surprise guests'

"The planned festivities were quite interesting in the results that came from them, although perhaps a little restrictive given that yourself and seemingly others did not get the opportunity to partake, whether that was by choice or otherwise.
As for the guests.... I shall speak in regards to the less physical guests, given that Calico Jack had made public mention of the others expected arrival and as such Im not sure I would consider them as surprise after that. But yes, the spirits certainly suited the theme of the party, I am quite certain the night would have been much more quiet had they not been so forcefully entertaining. I do hope they didn't ruin any of the work you had put into assisting the night or its planned activities? "

[Lady Grace]

The door bangs back after being pushed a bit to hard.
Grace's hair is wet and plastered across her face, which has a look of thunder.
This was not the nice train journey she had been promised.

She passes off a dripping wet and muddy cloak and heads straight for faces she recognises, Thank goodness it's them.

"I don't want to talk about it," is uttered in a quiet tone.
She pulls a wooden chair to be vaguely near with a unfortunately loud scraping tone.

Grace looks at the floor, head in hands shutting out the world until she could cope, fingers trying to restore hair. Is she muttering to herself or was that just a whisper of one word?

[Laurence]

Laurence ducks into the tavern, absolutely dripping with his hair plastered down and his spectacle immediately steaming up upon entering the building.

"The rain appears to be moving horizontally."

He makes this comment seemingly to himself, before wiping the hair from his eyes and looking around. Spotting Grace, Andross and Valentina, Laurence makes a slow walk towards the two of them, looking somewhat distracted.

"Ancilla Audley, Ancilla Blint, Primogen Granville, Would you mind terribly if I joined you? The nights events have left me a little shaken and I could do with some company."

[Valentina Audley]

"We didn't announce a Valentine's King and Queen, but" she shrugs "no matter. I had other things to occupy my time and I dare say you did as well." Her smile turns secretive for a moment as she remembers Vortigern.

Then her reminiscing is interupted by Grace's arrival. She winces at the npise the chair makes, but decides to leave the Brujah be til she's restored herself a little and tactfully ignores her, turning her attention instead to Laurence.

"Good evening Ancilla Stoker." She smiles politely and gestures to an empty chair.

[Andross Blint]

Glancing at his Primogen, wondering if it was something other than his clanmate as the cause, he looks away to allow her her time to regain herself and turns instead to Laurence.

"There's a drink here if you need something to firm yourself," he gestures to the unopened wine bottle "of course you would need to arrange your own mixings for it.
Though of course speaking on what has shaken you may serve better in the long run, I highly doubt it to have been the weather to have knocked you about so."

Would Laurence divert the question elsewhere, reply with a lie, answer honestly or even provide an unexpected truth to the question. It didnt matter which was spoken particularly, but Andross's curiosity was interested in seeing whether his own thoughts would be confirmed.