Sheriff's manor - Culture Tour After-Party

[Madam Zaragoza]

She slightly struggles to sit up again through the alcohol and opium haze.
“Of course Architect Aldrich, how rude of me!”
She moves across the room swaying slightly holding her empty tea cup, noting the position of the teapot, before sitting down next to Aldrich.
“Come now Durham? Are you not capable to being a helpful neonate? Surely you choose an appropriate candle or book for me rather than a random one? Or at least refill my cup.”
She turns to Aldrich, beaming with drugged eyes.

[Lady Grace]

Grace looks up,
"I don't think we have met Sir.
Viscountess Carteret and Countess Granville...of Bath"

[L .]

“I can mix up more,” Aurelia nods to Jean-Jaques, a little tiredly. “But I would suggest waiting for the effects on this one, all; they are twofold for emphasis, and the second wave hits you only after a half turn of the clock. It was not a frugal dose.” She tips her own cup. “Merry Christmas, Blessed Yule, Happy Holidays, Seasonal Saturnalia, come as you have it.”

Aurelia prods her own cup forward with a glance, and reaches into her pocket, faffing with an elegant silver container. “Although I’d ask you to pause, Elder Zaragoza; I can only drink this one. Our dear hosts will have to supply the blood for the next pot.”

[Posh-Tim]

The tea is a lot stronger than Keane had anticipated. He finds himself smiling benignly and beggining to sway a little. His aura fills with waves of warm contentment and he finds himself a seat.
"Umm, Durham, have we met?"
His attempt at measured appearance starting to slip a little.

[alanwrotethis]

Dukes halts, cup in hand, and stands next to Jean Jacques.

He moves along, pouring a second cup of tea. He doesn't drink though, his eyes are on the room, tallying the kindred I treated states of inebriation. A flicker of concern.
"I have a cask of blood in reserve Aurelia, it's a good time of year for clients... seances."
Dukes whistles, and Sophia flaps up from near Hermina, tearing out of the room at speed. When she leaves a relaxed again.

[Jean-Jacques]

Jean-Jacques fetches the pot, and offered to fill Aurelias cup and container, then Elder Hermina, and places the tray upon a small side table next to where she is seated. He then bows to all three elders and moves away to take a seat on the other side of the room.

“I sank you for your advice Elder, i shall avait ze second coming in ze short order.”

Upon taking a seat, he will start to scan the book he picked up earlier.

[Andross Blint]

"Ah, that does sound quite the fantastic book. It shall be well cared for, thank you."
He looks over the shelves to find the book in question, giving the cover a gentle stroke before placing it carefully in an inner breast pocket."

He moves to find a spare seat.

"There had been talks earlier of tales of wildness and histories, or does this require the majority to have 'relaxed' further?"

[alanwrotethis]

"Yes, Andross... splendid idea best to earn those boons before you're all too intoxicated to remember the evening." Dukes crosses over to the podium, an uncommon skip in his step. He looks to the room, rubbing his face back into focus readying to speak.

[Madam Zaragoza]

Hermina listens to Elder Aurelia, “I will take your advice Elder. I await this second wind you refer to and see how that suits.”

She looks at the book on her lap and decides that perhaps it isn’t the worst of choices. She pats a chair on the other side of her from Aldrich. “Durham come sit next to me, I may need some advice from you later.”

[Valentina Audley]

Valentina turns away from the books to face Dukes as he readies himself to speak.

Unlike the rest of the assembled Kindred she seems neither relaxed nor merry, but sober, sombre and watchful.