Elysium After Party The Second

[Geoffrey Leigh]

"No billiards table? hmmm damn shame" Leigh says

He glances over at Violetta's empty chair. A surprised look crosses his face, then a more knowing one.

"If you'll excuse me Ms Audley, Mr Beauclair, I'm rather afraid I must find Lady Violetta. I rather suspect that third floor to be the culprit that has taken her away." he stands, and bows to them both.

He ascends the stairs as gingerly as is possible. The tiniest portion of his head peering around the corner to view the third floor.

[Reginald Verity]

Upstairs on the third floor

Reggie contemplates the current situation and considers that the evening has indeed picked up. Could this lovely lady be so innocent and open to his possible ‘ministrations’?

“My dear, there are few curses that cannot be lifted without the appropriate action and investigation. In my centuries of experience you will be surprised, I’m sure, to note that I have cured several maidens from the flaw of monogamy. In time, if you so wished, I would be honoured to provide such a service to royalty.”

He pauses for a response awaiting with eager anticipation. Sadly at this time he hears the sounds of footsteps approaching. Dangnabit!

[annabelle]

Upstairs on the third floor

There is a sudden realisation that the compination of the substances was not a good idea. The effects started appearing and they were interesting... She suddenly felt hot under her cold skin and the room was surrounded by a peculiar blue fog.

Oh dear...

She smiles softly at Reggie with a glassy gaze. She comes closer, places her lips close to his ear and with a whisper she says.

"My heart is bound and I cannot accept your assistance. But when it shutters. I'll know where to find a cure dear Reggie."

She puts the small distance back between them and with a warm smile she closes her eyes and stays there unmoving.

William her ghoul appears out of nowhere.

He takes the unconscious Helen in his arm carefully and sits comfortably and with confidence next to Reginald. Touching the curls of the girl softly and fondly, a humorous grin on his face.

"One of these drinks was aphrodisiac, I should find out what it is and take some for future use." Helen says through Williams body and chuckles hard looking at the stairs and waiting for the newcomers to join them.

[Reginald Verity]

Upstairs on the third floor

“Then I will remain your humble servant milady and await that happy time with great anticipation and sadness that it has not yet arrived. And now, I believe we have others to attend to.”

And as such, pausing only to ensure his flies were done up, he turned to meet the party that were ascending the stairs.

[Francis Beauclair]

Francis watches the party flow and ebb around him his face a mask of polite civility, whittisisms and bon mote flowing automatically off his tongue, the process almost automatic after a century. He shoots a brief look of gratitude to Valantina as she makes up for subtle gaps in the conversational running.

Behind his cloudy blue eyes the orderly clockwork of his mind shudders as the beast screams its rage from behind its thick metal bars. It curses Francis for his weakness and cowardice, demands that humiliation be answered with blood and pours images of brutal revenge from the dark corner of his mind. As the minutes tick by Francis gradually managea to claw back, inch by inch mastery over his composure, he faces his beast feeling the heat of its anger. Closing his eyes for a moment he imagines it in front of him, working with the techniques his sire taught him he visualizes a huge ravenous creature. He visualizes black feathers streaming out over its body, he blinks, the creature has a vicious beak and the strange alien eyes of a bird. A brief smile touches Francis's lips as in his minds eye great metal wheels begin to run smooth again, the beast shrinks flapping from side to side inside its cages. Silently he whispers to himself "there Jackdaw i shall pay you all the heed that you are due"

Francis turns and plucks two large glasses from the table filling them to the brim with the heady opium laced brew. He and turns to Valantina with a mischievous smile. "It seems that the others have deserted us my dear, perhaps we should go to the third floor. I'm sure i heard you say that your ankle had been giving you difficulties in the snow and may be in need of expert attention.

[Valentina Audley]

Very gravely Valentina replies "Indeed darling, it has troubled me much of late." Then she spoils it by giggling lile an errant school girl.

Taking his hamd she leads him upto the third floor, so they arrive at the back of the group.

[Lady Leverson]

With a clatter of hoves a carriage pulls up outside, barely had it stopped before a figure alights with speed and grace her toes skimming the pavement in a flurry of skits, a hooded cloak billowing behind her.

The lady obviously knows her way and heads straight up the stairs to the second floor. As she enters the room her hood is removed and the cloak falls from her shoulders to the floor she, without pause, confidently walks into the room.

Gwen heads straight for the drinks cabinet, a few bottles and glasses clink as she locates something that meets her standards, she pours a large measure of her drink of choice and takes a less lady like gulp.

Slowly she turns to the room scanning and making note of who is there and assumptions about who will already have busied themselves up stairs, whist her fingers rummage through her hair dragging out pins and allowing her hair to fall about her shoulders. ah, thats better, so good to be away from the confines of Elysium

Her eyes fall on Verity, scooping up her glass she saunters over, greeting him as she approaches ' Verity, my thanks for the invitation, and refreshments' she leans in and leaves a delicate kiss on his cheek ' I hope this evening is as .... interesting as the last' she gives him a small knowing smile over her shoulder as she approaches the larger group.

'Good evening all' she addresses the few who are left, and all but flops into a seat, lounging back and crossing her legs, she mutters over the rim of her glass, 'so what have I missed...'

[Reginald Verity]

Reggie bows extravagantly toward Gwen, glad that he ensured that his britches were secured only moments earlier. Gwen, he suspected, was not someone to approve of such things. That said, he had enjoyed getting to know the Lady as a result of Primogen meetings and had been delighted that she shared his profound dislike for lengthy discussion and obeyance to time consuming protocol.

“Very little milady it seems. I have been doing my best to distract myself from the frustrations of Elysium, Valentina’s ankle is causing her discomfort again poor dear, and Geoffrey Leigh challenged anyone to a game of billiards, the result of which was that almost everyone has left him to venture upstairs.” Reggie nodded in Leigh’s direction. “Even now he waits, firmly grasping his stick in eager anticipation of action.”

“Have you had a chance to meet my sister, Violeta? I’d be delighted to effect an introduction if you would so wish.”

[Lady Leverson]

Gwens head leans towards Verity whilst eyeing up the gentleman in question.

She rises to her feet and as she makes her way over to the drinks cabinet, she stage whispers behind her hand 'I do believe Valmont has 'people' to take care of that sort of thing, one would hate to see a man playing all by himself'

Bottle and a few spare glasses in hand she returns to her seat, offering a glass to Verity and the others as she pours.

'I believe I have met your sister, although she was not introduced as such, but only in a formal manner, maybe a more personal introduction would be nice.'

[Reginald Verity]

“In which case I will remedy the situation. And do not fret, formality is not something to worry about here. You remain with friends.”

And after accepting a glass from the drinks cabinet, Reggie leads Gwen to the throng where Violeta and others are gathered.