Winchester Arms Auction Log

+++ OOC NOTES: I did my best to edit this long log and correct the most obvious typos. People who made OOC corrections for their poses I fixed, corrected mistyped bid amounts, and stuck in names for no-name poses. I was hugely spammed and had a hard time keeping track of things so my apology to those of you I didn't get to respond to. Nolan's name was not used in this RP scene but Leu knows it from other scenes previously. Also editted out the icomm frequncies. Enjoy! Was a fun event. +++

 Winchester Estate - Ballroom - Hera                                 =>Hera<=

With its numerous skylights and the row of towering vertical picture window wrapping around the northern facing wall with a pair of French doors leading out onto the outdoor patio, the Dining room's sister feels more amenable. Cherry wood tongue and grove paneled walls intermingle with burgundy wall paper embroidered with an elegant floral print, while the sheen on the large raised wood floor is bare of any furniture and is reflective under any light, telling onlookers that it is kept polished and ready to accommodate over seventy dancing couples comfortably.

Jutting out from the center of the eastern wall is a large performing dais arranged with several posh, wood-carved chairs with goose down cushions for instrumentalists comfort. These chairs are arranged to give a wide berth to the grand French organ nestled in the center of the stage where it meets the wall. Flanking it on either corner are two large seating alcoves where groups can take in both the sights of the room while enjoying the music as it flows through this acoustically-perfect room.

Nestled in the northwestern corner is a grand staircase that leads up to an long indoor balcony that overlooks the entire expanse of the room below, letting a person stand at the same level as the magnificent crystal and polished brass chandelier which hangs down from the center of the ceiling, before going south into a hallway.

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Leutrim                                Winchester                             
Josephine                             
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<PL>     Plantation                    <DR>     Dining Room                   
<VE>     Vestibule

Current Serenity MUSH time: [ Sat Nov 08 17:06:36 2008 ]

IC Time: Oct 18, 2523 - 22:47:52

Everything was in the final preparations for the event that was looming. All around the ballroom, well attired staff made the final arrangements in hosting the last few banners so they were suspending from the railing of the indoor balcony. There were two kinds on display around the whole room and ceiling: one blue with gold trim depicting the coat of arms for House Bennett, and a tan field with red tim one bearing the crest for the Winchester Repeating Arms. Walking in a circle in the center of the dance floor, observing it all with a prideful eye was William, the lord all ready impressively arrayed in his dress for the night. <English>

Since his return at around dawn, Leutrim has also been busy. Once the Red Deuce was landed, he at once disembarked and reported for shift, hustling to help get things ready. Though he was only gone a little over a day and has been here most of the week, trying to assist and learn what he needed to be prepared. All the same, as the hours draw closer, Leu finally comes to stick his head into the ballroom. He is dressed in the House Bennet uniform and for the moment, Aelfred remains in quarters. Seeing Lord Winchester is here, Leutrim steps on in and glances around before starting to cross the floor. <English>

Winchester

The fair-skinned man before you stands at a height of 6' even. From the hint of definition given by his arms, it's clear that he stays just physically active enough to remain healthy. It's the features of his well defined face that make this man breathtaking: completely smooth cheeks and a cleft chin devoid of any hint of stubble; soft, yet rich blue eyes; and brown hair long enough to part evenly over to the left that have been touched up with subtle auburn highlight to increase definition. The first article of clothing in this layered outfit is a blue Regency style dresscoat with a long tail that comes down to his calf, its double breasted row of gold buttons blending into the careful scrolling work of the coat's matching trim. Resting over each shoulder is a pair of gold epaulette boards designed to look like the head and back of an eagle. The coat is left open, fully displaying the front of the complimenting single breasted waistcoat and the carefully arranged silk ascot, with small depictions of the house crest carefully arrayed in a checkered pattern. The stiff white collar of a formal dress shirt can be noted as the final layer. A pair of dress tousers, its seam trimmed in gold, continues to compliment the coat until it disappears, tucked carefully into a pair of well oiled, supple pair of knee-high boots. The final article of clothing, and perhaps the most important, is the crimson silk sash that crosses over from the right shoulder down over to his left hip, that tell-tale sign of the male Gentry. Arrayed over his right hand: a solid, gilded gold ring with an expensive sapphire set in the center, and surrounded by three smaller yellow citrines.

.--[Carrying]-- | - Specialized Vendor License - 11773 | - Backpack - 17171 | - iComm - 8406 | - PDA - 8450 '--------------

William glances over his shoulder towards the main doors leading to the Vestibule, catching sight of Leutrim. A smile comes to his face as he turns to face the Defender, thowing his arms out in gesture to the rest of the room. "Is this not an impressive sight, Leutrim?" he askes, a wide smile coming to his face. <English>

The vast chamber is impressive even when it is bare ... and last time he was in here it echoed. Somehow all the banners and folk already assembled muffle the echos, making it seem almost like an entirely different room. Leutrim's gaze travels over the walls, the festoon of brightly colored banners, huge vases of flowers, all manner of preparation. Even taking part in it all week, it seems a little odd to see it all coming together at last. Coming up to where Winchester stands and gestures, Leutrim smiles thinly, then nods, "Aye, it is Lord Winchester." But it is his employer himself who gets studied - Winchester all bedecked out more formally than Leu has previously seen the man. Drawing a slow breath, Leutrim loosely clasps his own hands behind his back and then looks over the ballroom once more, "Like to know how we are going to handle screening folk for weapons upon arrival, sir. And there is a list of those with exceptions to carry?" <English>

Packard arrives from Winchester Estate - Vestibule - Hera. Packard has arrived.

Amber arrives from Winchester Estate - Plantation - Hera. Amber has arrived.

William smiles towards Leutrim, slowly making his way over towards his Defender. "I do have some ideas, but those might be a bit too invasive for tonight," he jests, pausing to chuckle softly before regaining his composure. "As for a list of folk allowed to carry arms, it is small. Two in the company of Lady Lyn Grant... Hunter Morgan Kenderick and one Madamouselle Jade Tycho, will be carrying concealed sidearms on their person. I'm expecting Chief Warrent Officer Adrian Calhoon to have on display a sword... And my good friend Earl Packard Thomas has been given leave to conceal a sidearm on his person. Of course... there is also Josephine and the crew of the Sulchar Baobh... who are here to bolster the size of our security force..." he comments with a chuckle, clasping Leutrim on the shoulder. "But, let's not forget the man who is coordinating all of their efforts tonight, Master Defender Leutrim..." <English>

Leutrim listens, standing relaxed though all this hustle and preparation isn't the sort of thing he's used to. As Lord Winchester finshes speaking and clasps him on the shoulder, the comment Leu was about to make concerning one of the armed guests dies unspoken. Leutrim blinks and then looks to Winchester, meeting the other man's eye, "Eh, is that wise, sir? I have no experience whatsoever with such things, Lord Winchester." The skin between Leu's dark brows knit just a fraction, "Isn't this rather short notice to imform me, sir?" Like, no chance to work up a plan, meet folk he needs to orchestrate with, numbers of guests attending.... almost one could see the sudden flush of details coming to mind that are of concern. <English>

Josephine comes in from the vestibule, cocking her head to the side slightly as she hears the last of Leu's comment. "What is short notice Leutrim?" She asks softly taking a couple of steps into the ballroom. <English>

William smiles and gives a nod of understanding. "I realize that it might seem like short notice, my dear Leutrim. But, I have been given this some thought for quite some time, and considering the words of praise your former leader... whom was grooming you to take his rank as Chief of the ALPD Persephone division... I have great faith in you tonight, Master Defender Leutrim..." he comments, though his attention turns towards Josephine, and the smile quickly melts away. It is rare that William is ever speechless for even a moment, and tonight, Josephine has made what few other could to: make Lord Winchester pause! "Madamouselle...." he finally manages, unable to take his eyes off her. "You look simply breath taking." <English>

Josephine

The woman stands a tad above average, holding the height of that classic beauty from the old says of Earth That Was. Her skin is fair, peaches and cream, a slight tint of crimson to her lovely cheeks. She has shoulder length golden blond hair that is set with slight waves of curls, and lovely blue eyes surrounded by slightly darker tinted lashes. Her lips are soft, round and plump always painted the color of dark red roses.

The dress is in a classic style of Bernadette formal fashion with an off the shoulder low swooping V neck that frames the upper curve of the breast. The dress is a soft shimmery silky pink color, with a fine wrapping of cream color around the shoulders to frame it. The small sleeves stop just above the elbow, trimmed in lace, leaving way for soft cream colored gloves.

The waist of the dress is pulled very tight, flatting the stomach, and giving dramatic curve to the hips. From there it flairs out into a full skirt in the bell shape not stopping until just a touch above the floor. The bottom of the skirt is also framed in that creamy silk, about an inch think, sort of gathered slightly in the front with two small silk rose buds nestled between pink and cream silk.

The woman's hair is pulled up swept back towards the crown of her head then pulled tight so that a cascade of golden ringlet curls fall downwards towards her shoulders. Nested just in front of the golden girls is a pair of earrings, one for each ear. They hang down slightly, nothing more then an accent of small diamonds that look like tear drops. Around her neck is a matching necklace, a small wrap of diamond that hug her skin, then leading down a chain of tear drops to nest just above her breast.

.--[Carrying]-- | - PDA - 11972 | - iComm - 12331 '--------------

Packard strides in in dress uniform, conspicuously missing his sword and holstered firearm. He blurts, "WILL! THIS IS CAPITOL! I do so enjoy these suprises! Pardon my early arrival but my eagerness for this event has not abated as the commencement time has approached. Again Much Laud and Praise!" He looks around for familiar faces. <English>

Cody arrives from Winchester Estate - Plantation - Hera. Cody has arrived.

After taking a few deep breaths by the door, Amber steps faux-confidantly into the room with shoulders back and head high as if there's a firing squad around the corner - or a gaggle of fashionistas. The firing squad would probably be preferable. "Si-" and then she catches sight of the gathering, and the guest, and stops to bow. "My apologies Sir, but your cellarer requested I inform you without delay that the '07 Ruisseau Rouge has been delivered late, but was in acceptable condition. He seemed very insistent over the whole matter." She looks mystified by the last part, and turning her head to catch sight of Josephine, just sort of.... sighs. Not envy, but admiration. Some people can wear pink. She's not one of them. Still, her own dress won't shame anyone tonight, least of all herself, and Amber touches its dark silk to straighten a sleeve cuff. "Congratulations Leutrim." Her eyes, though, are crinkled at the corners with mischief and his startlement. <English>

Leutrim's glaze flickers to Josephine as she enters, and while his own eyes almost return at once to Lord Winchester to answer his employer, there is a hesitation as he looks to the gown Miss Bovie wears and all her finery. Winchester's voice brings back his attention and Leu draws a breath and just nods, a little tenser and not real happy about the unlooked for responsibility thrust upon him at the last minute, "Yes, sir." he says, jaw a little tight. If Leutrim would make any further comment or ask more questions, it is put off at Packard's abrupt arrival. As before, his attention is at once upon the other man. Amber's voice last of all gain's Leutrim's attention and he's trying not to frown, "Good day, Miss Wu." <English>

Josephine blushes slightly. "Thank you." She says softly as she comes to the center of the room, moving twords William's side with a smile on her lips. <English>

Baltimore arrives from Winchester Estate - Vestibule - Hera. Baltimore has arrived.

Dress? Not so much, at least not on this particular woman. Though she does have a bag slung over one shoulder and who knows what's in that. Cody comes in, glancing around, blinking slightly as she spies Josephine. Wow. Just - very nice. "Mr. Winchester, sir. I am just here to let you know that the crew of the 'Witch is at your disposal. If you have any particular instructions, let me know. And I gotta go get changed, if you'll excuse me. Assuming this new dress actually fits." She sounds a bit doubtful about the matter at that. <English>

Cody

Cody has black hair that falls in waves to just below her shoulders. Her skin is tan in color and her eyes are a light brown that could be amber honey with thick, lush black lashes. Her teeth are white and straight, her skin is clear and wrinkle free, and her lips are delicate pink and full. If she's wearing makeup it's very subtle and natural looking. She is about 5'8" tall with a slender build that nevertheless curves in the right places. She's wearing a simple black t-shirt, short sleeved, and a pair of plain denim jeans with a black leather belt. She's got black boots on her feet and is wearing no jewelery at all.

William returns the smile back towards Josephine, moving to meet her halfway until an entrance worthy of the Earl of Depthford draw his attention back towards the doors to the vestibule. "Good day to you as well, my old friend. I can certainly tell that from the excitement on your voice. I'm glad to see that you could come, though I do wonder... where is the Lady Margaret?" begins, though he does look over towards Amber upon her arrival and greet her with a smile of approval and a nod. And, then, his head canters back towards the vestibule doors to the new arrival in Cody Martin. "Splendid! I'm please to hear you and your crew are onhand. Allow me to introduce you to Master Defender Leutrim Donnchadh, head of House Bennett's security detail. Leutrim, this is Hunter Cody Martin of the Sulchar Baobh," he introduces. <English>

Amber gives the man a smile. "Sir, With all the fancy costumes bound to be on display tonight, your greys will be a pleasant rest for the eyes. <English>

The runway light leading up to the ballroom, a blindman's dog would find its way in here. Balt only has a little trouble find his way, giving his wandering habits and the occasional chatter to the help. He can hear the echoes of Cody's introduction as she enters and the thought of a cotillion-esk grand entrance like he was some kind of Cinderella doesn't speed him any. He does slip in though. Balt has cleaned himself up from his usual dumpster diving ensemble. This means a shave and a hair cut (somewhat more than two bits worth) and a spiffy, non mail order suit. He almost looks like he might fit in at a party where tuxedos weren't the norm. For the moment he wall flowers tha back wall and gets a gander at the other early guests. <English>

More and more folk are arrivng already. Leutrim glances to Lord Winchester and nods, "Miss Martin and I have met, thank you, sir." And turning his head to Cody, Leu actually smiles, "If you remember... Eavesdown docks. My former Captain, Baltimore Flannigan was there?" Stepping a touch aside from the others, Leutrim makes a gesture, "Do you need for me to show you where you may change? Is Captain ...O'Rourke here?" There is a polite inclination of his head to Packard, "Lord Thomas, sir." Leutrim greets. <English>

Baltimore just looked at you.

Leutrim(#4278PXACF)

This man is slightly above average in height at about 6'2" or 6'3" and in perhaps his early to mid twenties. Lean and fit from an active outdoor lifestyle, his fair skin is sun tanned and his face is usually clean shaven. Leu's hair is brown-black and kept cropped very short, nearly shaved. Pale grey eyes watch his world warily or with humor, depending on his mood.

Clothing consists of a deep blue crisp uniform with very thin golden yellow piping down the sides of the pant legs, long sleeved shirt with upright collar and folded cuffs with small gold buttons. Over this is worn a set of black Impax armor with a small House Bennet crest predominately in blue and gold. Leu's right hand has healing scabs from several cuts.

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Josephine smiles sweetly at Packard, giving him a curtsy as she chuckles. "I think you look smashing, distiguished any man can pull off the black and white look, it takes a special one to pull of the dress uniform." <English>

Cody flashes a grin and nods at Leutrim. "Yes, I remember. We met once or twice, and I think it was all Dale's fault at the time. Captain - Oh. He's on the 'Witch, for backup. That would be Captain Kilbride though." She doesn't take offense at the man not remembering Rodney's name. "H'lo, Jo," she says with a smile. "You look beautiful. And - Actually, Master Defender, I have no clue where to go change. I was just going to run back to the 'Witch." Cause you know, why not? <English>

Oliver arrives from Winchester Estate - Vestibule - Hera. Oliver has arrived.

Packard

An ageless human male of apparent noble descent. He is of average height and has a lanky whip-strong build. His facial features are rounded and boyish. His pale skin has ruddy pink highlights, and his full lips are usually in a friendly smile or knowing smirk. The blond hair on his head has pale highlights and is cropped into a thin swath that is slicked front to back. His deep green eyes seem to be pools of emotion, expressing his feelings in lieu of the rest of his face. His movements impart a sense of raw energy and nimble grace.

On his left ring finger he wears a stylish white gold track link band inside a yellow gold exterior band.

Currently the man wears a standard Alliance Uniform. Dark and light grays, with a lightly purplish tint. The top is a dark gray jacket with a Mandarin collar (worn up, presently), and extends down his belt. Silvered buttons run down the front of the jacket, from neck to waist, each one having a small Alliance symbol emblazoned upon them. On the left breast of the uniform over the unused pocket, rest his numerous military decorations and awards, four rows of three. On each shoulder epaulets, he wears the silver insignia of [|:], representing his rank to be 1st Lieutenant. The belt about his waist is a bit wider then your average belt and is a bit on the shiny side, colored a dark gray, almost black. The pants are a lighter gray in color, creased so sharply, you could almost shave with them, with semi-thick, light violet blood stripes running down the legs on the outside. The gray trousers extend down, the hem stopping neatly, just barely breaking on the front of mirror-polished black shoes. Upon his head, there neatly sits a hat which matches the uniform in dark gray. The hat has a flat top to it, but isn't very high. The top is wider then where it meets with his head. There's a short, shiny, black brim which extends out from the hat. Just above that A patch with the symbol of the Alliance with two golden wings coming from either side of the shield.

.--[Carrying]-- | - iComm - 15468 | - Military Badge - 17647 '--------------

Baltimore

Balt might have been handsome in his younger days. Since he was a teenage welterweight, the smokes and double shifts have caught up with him. Now he looks older and coarser than he ought to, with crow's feet and his eyes ringed with dark. Work and fret have trimmed him down to the point of looking a little gaunt, but he's clean-shaven save for an avuncular mustache. Gray runs up his temples and salts his hair. Balt's dressed up today in a conservative, Londonium style suit. The suit itself is gray with a black shirt matching his dress shoes. The main flash of color comes from a crimson necktie.

William smiles towards everyone, then turns to glance over towards the stage as the members of the orchastra begin to take their spots. Everything was as ready as it could possibly be. From the dual banners proudly displayed throughout the ballroom, to the large buffett arranged in the Dining Hall just adjacent to the main room for the function. Looking up towards the indoor balcony of the Ballroom, William can see that the rest of House Bennett has started to filter in from their rooms above. A smile is given to everyone in their little circle before he says, "If you'll all excuse me... I have some last minute things to see to. Miss Bovie, if you'll join me on the balcony please?" he inquires, offering an arm to her. <English>

Adrian arrives from Winchester Estate - Vestibule - Hera. Adrian has arrived.

A nod to Cody as Leutrim steps aside to speak with her, his normally low baritone dropped even lower in volume, "Very well. Please ask all of your crew who are working the event with us to meet me in on the Landing Pad as soon as possible? I need to speak with them, Miss Martin." <English>

Josephine nods her head as she smiles, taking his arm so they can walk to the Balcony together. "Thank you for coming, I hope you all enjoy the party." She says with a smile on her lips. <English>

Oliver has made his way in as well, and looks around for a few moments, staying off to the side as he looks around for someone. <English>

Balt steers clear of the dance floor as he makes his way around the room, working his way to the group of chatters. He both recognizes Cody and recognizes that she's less dressed, so if he talks to her he'll almost have to look more gussied up. He slips up to Cody and Josephine. "Miss Cody," he offers. "Ain't seen you in a spell. Maybe a bit shorter than a spell. Maybe just an incantation. Anyhow, ought to see how you are.He turns to Josephine, but Winchester's escorting Josephine off to the balcony. Finally spotting Leu in his official getup, Balt gives him a nod, not sure how much he can chat while he's on duty. <English>

Packard says, "On the matter of weapons I am reminded of two old earth poems by a science fiction writer:

I scattered my voice out across the stars and emnity and death came back with it! A vile race, on deaths pale horse, answering with ignorance and with death's bit! I scattered my voice out across the stars and diplomats pleas came back with it!

On sallow wings with cold pale faces came their mission An unfathomable foreigness came with them!

They punished the innocent, They violated the dead, My hatred for them, Burns deep in my head. I pray their god forgives them, for the god in my hand never will. May my voice be a rallying cry to those who feel what I feel.

The cries of my people scattered across the stars And the may gods of vengence and justice answer.

I call on Diana and Marcan and Dioceres I call on their avatar An'na our mistress Defend us Release us Smite those who'd defeat us Give our hands hope make our hearts true.

I cry her name and she comes to me slowly, She takes my pain as I cry her name and makes me want to see. I lift my hands to praise her name and she blesses me slowly, She takes my heart and fuels my art and makes me want to be. By blade, by fire, by hand, and by heart she comes and comes and takes all in her soft way ... ... she is death and I am her servant."

Cody nods to those headed up the balcony, and to those she recognizes but doesn't really think she's on speaking terms with. In the process, she catches sight of Ollie and waves him over. "I don't know if you've met Oliver," she tells Leutrim, "But he's part of our crew." That much she can start off with, at any rate. "The others might just trickle in and mingle with the crowd inobtrusively. I will ask them all to meet you at the Landing Pad as soon as possible though." That only takes a moment with her icomm and then her attention is back on the here and now. At Baltimore's arrival, she gives him a nod and a smile. "Baltimore," she greets cordially. "I trust you found yourself some positive employment?" And then she looks over at Packard in complete silence. <English>

Leutrim's own gaze is traveling around those who are already arriving and he's frowning. He's supposed to get people he hasn't even met yet assembled and guests are already coming in?? Who's checking them? Oh boy, he's already getting annoyed. A quick nod to Baltimore, "Sure wish you were on my list of approved to carry, Balt. Good to see you - have to trot." Just the sort of man Leu'd just love to have to help him with this little mess, but alas. Looking back to Cody, Leutrim's gaze is directed to Oliver, "Good. How many more of your people are coming? We need to set a shared com channel." <English>

William smiles warmly as he ascends the master staircase towards the balcony, walking in step with Josephine. His eyes do linger on her, admiring how lovely she looks in her dress. Leaning over, he whispers something into her ear as they come to the second level of the Ballroom. <English>

Oliver pauses a little then nods as he sees that wave, and heads over in that direction, keeping silent for the moment. <English>

Josephine smiles softly as she nods her head, leaning in close to hear his words before she blushes slightly, leaning to straighten his collar and whisper something back to him. <English>

The evening dress uniform of an Alliance Ground Forces soldier is impossible to miss. More so when the wearer of said uniform rides up in a motorcycle polished to a mirror shine, with the sound of a starfighter. A riding coat covers the man, as does an impact helmet. The helmet comes off, and is quickly exchanged for the traditional peaked cap in the case on the tail end of the cycle. The coat appears to be a long, gray leather affair, quickly unfastened, and checked at the door. Adrian looks to his shoulders, right, then left, looking somewhat like he wants to ask someone to pinch him. <English>

Balt stands a little closer to Cody's t-shirtiness and straightens his tie for effect. "Might have found some a bit. Got work keeping my heels in the soil, which I can't say I got no sorrow over, even given the generosity of certain crews." Leu's chatting with him now, which means either Leu can chat on the job or that Leu's got a wandering attention span. Maybe a bit of both. "Suppose I'll have to use my disarming manner in talking folks down, Leu. Or stab someone in the cheek with a salad fork. The salad for is the proper stabbing fork, aint it? Questions of etiquette like these always buffalo me a bit." Balt glances up at Packard's composing of doggerel rhyme schemes. He leans in toward Leu and Cody. "Packard's spouting poetry. A little early to be that soused up, ain't it. Anyhow, planning to steer as clear of that bit of chatter as a fella can." He gives a glance back to make sure Packard didn't hear that part. Punishment for acknowledging poetry is always more poetry. <English>

"We're a fairly small crew at the moment," Cody replies quietly to Leutrim, letting the rest of the folks go about their business. Don't worry, Balt. Cody's gonna change her clothing very shortly. Ahem. "But there should be a few others here. I'm not sure where they're at." That much is true anyway. She smiles at Baltimore, eyes agleam. And the t-shirt she's wearing doesn't seem to bother her, even if she is underdressed compared to the rest of the folks here tonight. "I think the salad fork would work perfectly well, actually. Or maybe the dessert spoon, depending." <English>

William smiles back towards Josephine, giving a soft nod to her whispered words before leading the way over towards the what could be considered the center of the balcony. William gives a nod over towards the orchastra on the performing stage, the signal to give them lead to start filling the Ballroom with classical background music. Leaning back over towards Josephine, William takes an opportunity to whisper again something to her. <English>

Leutrim's trying to keep an eye on several things at once. He nods absently to Cody, then pulls out his slim control unit for the new com he's wearing, then shows it to Cody so that only the information for a single com is showing, "Please tune your icomm to this frequency and pass on word to the rest of your folk to do so as well." And looking back to her, he adds, "As quickly as possible?" Like, right now. Leu's a little tense about this last minute stuff and suddenly has a lot to cover. "I need to do a quick sweep and pick up my partner. Please call me over the com as soon as your folk are assembled." There is a quick pause to check where Lord Winchester himself has relocated with Josephine. Ah, yes the balcony is a good place - up above the floor and the press that will gather below. Having established that, Leutrim gives Balt a smile but at once leaves to see to other things. <English>

Oliver keeps silent for the moment as he looks around the room at the people present. <English>

You head through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule.

Log Edit cutting through rooms to go outside to the Landing Pad -------------

You head through the exit labeled <LP> Landing Pad. You are entering Winchester Estate Landing Pad - Hera.

 Winchester Estate Landing Pad - Hera                                =>Hera<=

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The landing pad is a smaller one, but one that can accommodate even the largest of ships, it's a circular area cut out of a clearing surrounded by beautiful greeneries to give things a more simplistic look. From the landing pad there is two old cobble stone paths leading through a spiraling hedge that twists round and round until one goes northwest, ending at the front door of a rugged frontier estate home, while the other goes northeast leading up to a large warehouse complex.

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Leutrim                                Ivy <idle>                            
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<NE>     Lounge                        <NW>     Estate                        
<SV>     Serenity View

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You drop Aelfred.

Cody arrives from Winchester Estate - Vestibule - Hera. Cody has arrived.

Oliver arrives from Winchester Estate - Vestibule - Hera. Oliver has arrived.

Morgan arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Morgan has arrived.

Patandy arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Patandy has arrived.

Lyn arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Lyn has arrived.

Chovian arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Chovian has arrived.

Jade arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Jade has arrived.

Having collected his K-9 partner, a fairly large German Shepherd of golden and black coat, Leutrim is already assembled with a knot of House Bennet uniformed personal. He is speaking with them, double checking that they each test their icomm channels, and giving out last minute general instructions. <English>

Morgan appears at the landing pad, a small group following behind him. He notices Leutrim and guides the group towards him. "Evening Leutrim, they got you working this shindig? Least Aelf knows what he's doing." he grins and offers his hand to Leutrim, "Nice to see you again." <English>

Cayleigh has arrived.

Aelfred is not on leash. The dog stands beside Leutrim, ears up and golden-brown eyes in the dog's mostly black face are bright. Alert and interested, the former police dog is wary of all these new folk arriving. <English>

Oliver comes out from the inside, looking around before he heads over in Leutrim's direction, still keeping silent and waiting to see what instructions might be given. <English>

Cody takes a little lnger than Oliver, before she comes out. But at least when she does, she's no longer quite so underdressed as before. Her stuff has been tucked away for the evening, and she's looking a little bit uncertain as she comes out. The icomm is still there, and she has a small purse, with a chain around her wrist, so she doesn't lose it. Heels even. She gives a jaunty wave to the new arrivals, but doesn't say anything, just makes her way over to stand near to Leutrim where she can listen to the instructions along with the others. <English>

Cody

Cody has black hair that falls in waves to just below her shoulders that is held back from her face with two silver combs, one on each side. Her skin is tan in color and her eyes are a light brown that could be amber honey with thick, lush black lashes. Her teeth are white and straight, her skin is clear and wrinkle free, and her lips are delicate pink and full. She is wearing makeup that accentuates her light brown eyes, making them look even more like liquid honey, but subtle and natural enough that it's difficult to determine exactly what makeup she is wearing.

She is about 5'8" tall with a slender build that nevertheless curves in the right places. At her neck rests a silver necklace with an amethyst pendant, shaped like a lilac flower cluster. The pendant is a darker purple than the deep blue-lilac of the dress she is wearing, made out of a soft flowing satin, with a chiffon overskirt. Her shoulders are mostly bare, with just a strap of material gathered together to hold the dress up. It has a criss cross bodice that shows only a hint of cleavage but molds faithfully to her torso, angled just a bit so that it rests just below her left hip but above her right. The skirt ends at her knees, a full circle of material with a flounce of chiffon from her right hip down to the bottom of the dress. This shows off her legs nicely, and she's wearing silver strappy sandals, with a heel that's perhaps an inch and a half. With this outfit on, it's possible to see the very small Mandarin symbol for 'Freedom' on her left ankle.

Lyn walks along beside Chovian her hand resting on his elbow. Her silk hat perched at a jaunty angle and her black and white ermine full length coat is draped over her upper arms like a stole trailing acrossed the landing pad. She smiles up at him as she teases. "Do you dance Your Highness?" she stops as Morgan does and waits to be introduced. <English>

A slight form in burgundy slips onto the estate grounds, the young noblewoman Cayleigh having chartered a shuttle that landed off-site. She pauses at the gate and looks around, getting her bearings by doing so before she attemps to try and move further in. <English>

Patandy follows along behind Lyn and Chovian. She moves easily enough in the heels and the dress, however, the very perceptive might catch a bit of uncomfortableness in her eyes as she looks about the estate. "Well, here's ta hopin' this'll be fun. I hate ta get all dressed up for nothin." <English>

Jade stays a few feet behind Lyn and Chovian, letting her eyes roam the place as they enter. Her white Kimono radiates a bit as light bounces off it, the silver snowflakes sparkling in a glittering fashion. Her feet stop as Chovian and Lyn's do, bringing her eyes back to rest on Leu. "Yeah, Hope there is at least some whiskey I can snipe before we retreat." <English>

A glance to Morgan as that man comes up to greet him and Leutrim smiles and gives his hand, "Good to see you again, Morgan. Understand you are escort tonight. Please give me one moment." And a gesture to the personal he had been speaking with. Back to them Leutrim adds, "Once you test, get going... greet our guests and escort them to the Vestibule, remembering to check discreetly for weapons. Remind everyone that they are welcome to see the Lounge and tour the Museum. Assembly will then follow in the Ballroom through the Vestibule. Go!" The House Bennet security personal break up and start off in their various directions to their assignments, arranged in advance. A glance to Cody and Oliver coming up and Leu smiles, "Think you heard that... if you have any questions, page me over the com. If more of your crew show up, please have them report to me so I'll know them by sight." Finally, Leutrim can turn his attention back to Morgan, "My apology... much to cover." And looking past Morgan to those who pause with him, Leutrim smiles, "Welcome to Hera and Winchester Arms. I'm Leu Donnchadh, with House Bennet Security. If anyone has any questions, our staff is here to assist you." <English>

Morgan

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Morgan stands about 5'9", weighing near 198lbs. He appears in good shape, with broad shoulders and good muscular tone. Those who look closely may see a hint of military posture in his movements. His dark brown eyes are always active, always alert; taking in his surroundings and scanning for any potential threats. He has black hair which is shaved down on the sides but long enough on the top to almost make a tail if held together. Due to its length, it also has a tendency to fall down around his eyes although tonight it seems to be staying in place as desired.

He wears a finely tailored tuxedo, crafted to fit his form perfectly. It consists of a black jacket and pants, worn with a shimmering black cummerbund, itself over a white silk shirt. The jacket is made of a smooth wool-blend, and is lined with black silk, with silk facings on the lapels, and is secured closed by several black buttons. The pants are made from a matching fabric, with silk braids down the outer seam, matching the lapel facings. Narrow black suspenders are hidden by his jacket, holding up the pants quite effectively. The cummerbund is made of black silk, folded into a series of tight pleats. Beneath that, he wears a white shirt, constructed from sheer white silk. A row of narrowly-spaced white buttons secure it closed, and would take a fair while to get all done up by the looks of them. Around his neck is a properly hand-tied bow tie, also constructed of black silk. His feet are covered by polished black leather shoes, tied closed by thin black laces with small silver aglets. The shoes have a slightly raised heel, and the sole is rather thick all along its length, with excellent grip and no squeaks on any surface.

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.--[Carrying]-- | - PDA - 17764 | - APKC License | - A small earbud placed in his left ear, the wire curls down into the collar of his tux. | `(iComm - 1834) '--------------

Chovian's eyebrows raise just a bit, his strides long yet slow, realxed and casual. "Dance? Yes, do dance." A little nod to the woman at his side, his arm held out crooked as hers is linked with it. "Do not need to call me highness." Though he chuckles softly, eyes sparkling in warm amusement, smiling warmly a moment before he slowly looks about to take in his surroundings. There's a pause before his attention returns to Lyn and the man's eyes meet her own, smile softening. "Forgot to say, look wonderfull as always do, tonight." <English>

Kennedy arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Kennedy has arrived.

Itzal arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Itzal has arrived.

Lyn

This statuesque woman is certainly taller than five and a half feet, yet her lines are refined and trim. Her coloring is fair, in contrast to her dark hair, which is kept cut fairly short and curls around her shoulders. Her features are fine, almost aristocratic, accented by her elegantly arched dark brows and full lashes. Her lips are full, and are treated brilliant red with lipstick. She is a myriad of jewelry, with a silver stud piercing her nose, and a matching barbell in her tongue, as well as a number of piercings in each ear bearing silver rings. Accenting her delicate neck and shoulders, she is wearing an intricate necklace that fits close around her throat, with a section that dips down toward her full bust line. The dress she wears is classic, designed by Martin Beardeau and inspired by the ancient movies of Earth-that was. It's square neckline is supported by spaghetti straps, and falls from the A-line to her toes in flowing Silver Thai silk. It's deceptive design would look plain on a hanger, but clings to every curve on her body before pooling on the floor at her feet. The open back is far more dramatic, the sides pulled in by the thin straps that come over her shoulders and cross between her shoulder blades, while the garment plunges dangerously to a point just above her derriere. From there the silk follows her elegant curves down her legs to the cover the heels of her silver high-heel sandals.

.--[Carrying]-- | - Engagement Ring - 770 '--------------

Kennedy just looked at you.

Cody nods her head, having heard what the man said. "Sure thing," she says, head tilting. "Greet, escort, discrete check for weapons, folks can tour the lounge and museum, but gather in the vestibule until the assembly in the ballroom, whenever that is. Did I miss anything?" Well, it sounds good to her, at any rate. At she knows where each place is, more or less. She glances over at Oliver to see if he got it too, and then nods. "And certainly if more of our crew shows up, I will send them to you personally. Anything else?" <English>

Morgan nods to Leutrim and the security, "Thank you, we'll proceed inside now. We'll have to meet up after the event Mr. Donnchadh." he smiles and looks back to his entourage, "Shall we?" he grins and moves inside. <English>

Kennedy

A tall drink of woman, she must stand just a hand's breath under an even six feet tall. She's a wild looking creature, dark eyes accentuated by a smear of kohl eyeshadow. Her short black hair is swept up and pinned carefully with slivers of silver, exposing a delicate line of neck and her bejeweled ears. The black locks are shot through with fine hints of red, the streaks going from root to tip. Her skin is tinted from the sun's rays, now holding the healthy glow of a fresh tan. Painted ruby red lips stand out like a glossy promise and are commonly twisted into a pert little smirk. Crimson silk twines around her form, flowing around her like a red river that swirls around her ankles like a eddying pool. The overall design of the dress is simple, a wrap garment that winds around her waist to be fastened with a single tie, leaving a long slit that follows the line of one toned leg and rounds dangerously up her thigh. While the dress may have a full back, the 'V' in front cuts down sharply to the line of her bosom where the skin is decorated in a drape of diamonds that drip from a delicate silver chain. When her feet are glimpsed from under the hem of silk, they are clad in black heels with straps that crisscross all the way up and encircle her ankles.

Oliver nods a little as he hears those instructions. "Will do," he offers quietly. Glancing around for a few moments, before looking towards the people nearby again. <English>

A curt nod from Leutrim to Cody and Oliver, "Right. And if you see anything that concerns you, or need to check who is allowed to be armed, call me over the com." To Morgan, Leu smiles, "My pleasure, Mr. Kendrick. Please enjoy yourselves." The large German Shepherd dog continues to stand by Leutrim's left leg, looking indeed like Aelfred knows his business and takes it very seriously. <English>

Lyn turns nodding at Morgan, "Lead on MacBeth" she says softly smiling up at Chovian, "You look splendidly dashing yourself. Shall we go inside?" <English>

Chovian

Chovian is a young man who stands just above six feet, perhaps in his early or mid-twenties, with dark almost jet-black hair. Said hair is cut short, perhaps only a half-inch long and tends to be slightly unkept. This however does not detract from his appearance, in fact it gives him a more natural, at-ease aura. His eyes are a very dark brown, and almost seem black when the lighting is dim, his features gentle with only a hint of the chiseled handsomeness possible. He seems to take care of himself, his body straight up and down, without any extremes, and though he's apparently not the strongest person in the 'verse he doesn't appear weak either. The fellow is actually wearing a 'zoot suit', sapphire blue and appearing rather pristine as though either well taken care of or only worn on special occasions. Seeing as the man is Romany, this would appear to be the Gypsy version of a tux. A white dress shirt is worn, a long broad tie hung around his neck that is black with white and gold twisting lines traveling down as decoration. His coat is blue, matching the pants which are held up by a thin black leather belt, as well as the hat that has a purple brim. Black dress shoes cover his feet, pointed at the tips, and a two long and thin silver chains are attached to a loop in his pants with a simple clasp, draping down and then up and disappearing into his pocket, most likely either a pocket watch or a wallet attached to the other end, or perhaps both as there are two of the light chains.

Marc arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Marc has arrived.

[MHZ] Winchester says, "Master Defender Leutrim... Please start showing the guests to the Ballroom." <English>

Cayleigh sees a group of people gathering and that's where she begins to drift to, the clicking of her heels lost in the sound of talking and people coming and going. All the faces are unfamiliar to her but she pauses by Leutrim, her hand coming out to rest on his nearest arm to get his attention. "Excuse me, sir," she says in a voice that's heavily accented in the manner of one who is from Bernadette. "I just arrived and am unsure as to where I am supposed to go from here." <English>

Morgan heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Morgan has left.

Patandy heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Patandy has left.

Lyn heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Lyn has left.

Chovian heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Chovian has left.

Jade heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Jade has left.

[MHZ] You transmit, "Yes sir. They are being directed now." <English>

Marc just looked at you.

Leutrim raises his left hand to the ear bud and listens to something coming over his com. He drops his hand to adjust the belt unit and then speaks a reply softly, "Yes sir. They are being directed now." A glance over those who are just arriving, as well as those who are already moving off, "Greetings and welcome to Hera, and Winchester Arms. Please feel free to go to the Vestibule (NW Estate Exit) and pass onto the ballroom. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask House Bennet security or Winchester Arms staff questions." <English>

Slowly Itzal comes into view with kennedy, His head slowly turns to look at her. "So question for you kennedy, Do you know how long we are gonna be planet side o'er on Perspherone?" His brow lifting in question before he looks ahead towards the security. A cough given as he thinks about making a comment but decides better then to do so in present company. <English>

Cody nods, her head tilting a bit as she hears the comm chatter. "Right then. To the vestibule with us, and we can start folks into the ballroom?" she suggests, turning on her heel. She pauses though as someone stops to talk to Leutrim all confused like. A slight nod to the Lady, but Cody is paying more attention to Leutrim at the moment. Though after she asks the question, she lets her attention find those who are newly arrived, a calm look visible on her face as she settles down to work. <English>

Ivy heads through the exit labeled <SV> Serenity View. Ivy has left.

Cayleigh

Rather short at 5'1" in height, this very diminutive girl stands out in a crowd even as she blends in, her height making it easy to be overlooked. Her hair is the color of burnished copper and is neatly combed, the naturally curled locks falling in a fiery cascade to the hollow at the small of her back. The ringlets frame her finely-featured face and add a slight shine to her plain brown eyes as well as call attention to her pale skin and the light marking of freckles that are spread across the bridge of her nose. Her build is as slight as her height is, making it impossible to put a finger on her age, but it is easy to assume she is either in her late-teens at least, perhaps early-twenties. For the nights events, she has chosen a lovely strapless dress made of flawless burgundy satin. Tastefully designed, the bodice rests tightly over her chest which allows for her to remain modest, the only thing left bare being her shoulders and her arms when she so choses them to be. The bodices edging and the bodice itself is hand-beaded with the latter done in an ivy-and-floral design thats mirrored in the same kind of beading down the front panel of the gown. The elaborate styles heightened by what can only be described as an over skirt which seems to be a separate part of the gown . Starting as gathering just under the bodice, its held into place by satin 'faux pearl' buttons that match in hue and number at ten that run from along the left side of her torso only to terminate just above her left hip. The overskirt allows for the front panel and its beading to be put on prominent display as it sweeps open along either side of her body, with it beginning at her waist only to flow to the backs of her heels in the back. Its left unadorned, the satin unembellished in contrast to the rest of her dress. Her hair is swept up into an up-do, left to fall in ringlets to the nape of her neck, those loose curls held aloft by several crystal-bedecked combs which have been slid over each ear. A diamond necklace has been fastened onto place around her neck, the delicate jewelry bearing a ruby and diamond encrusted heart which rest within the hollow of her throat. Shoes and elbow-length gloves round out the look, each item dyed to match perfectly, and she wears only enough cosmetics to enhance her features.

Marc slows his pace as he nears the gathered masses where the security personnel are doing intake. He takes a few more short drags of his Russian brand cigarette before ditching it under toe as he presses closer. Leutrim gets a nod, "Seems like you got the short end of the stick, eh?" Marc pesters, as a hand rises to his head to pat down his dyed hair as if Leu might bring that fact up in retaliation. <English>

"Thank you." Cayleigh finds the direction she's supposed to go in easily enough and she turns to leave but not before gracing the man with a soft smile and a polite bob of her head. <English>

Cayleigh heads through the exit labeled <NE> Lounge. Cayleigh has left.

The German Shepherd dog standing at Leutrim's left leg very softly growls at the young woman coming up to lay her hand on Leu's arm. Aelfred is apparently warning strangers to keep their distance. A glance to the dog even as he feels someone touch his arm. Then Leutrim turns his head and tries to smile at Cayleigh. He raises that arm to point, "Just right through there, ma'am. Where the other folk are going to the north west... take you to the Vestibule and onto the Ballroom." <English>

Cayleigh heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Cayleigh has left.

Oliver listens for now, and keeps his gaze on the guests for the moment, keeping quiet as he takes a few steps in the direction of the vestibule. <English>

Kennedy doesn't even slow her step as she progresses into the estate, not even balking as security gives her a once over. Really, where is she going to hide a gun on this outfit. "I don't make the flight plans, you'll have to ask your XO. Though I imagine the guild will keep us on Persephone for some time. Come on, looks like we're being ushered this way." She murmurs, ducking around the majority of the guests. <English>

Marc's familiar voice turns Leutrim's head right back the other way. And then Leu smiles, "Hey, good to see you. Thought you would have shown up with Lord Thomas? He arrived earlier and is in the Ballroom already." Wow, so much to keep track of ... Leu very slightly cants his head as he hears something come over another com channel, then his gaze refocuses to glance in the direction of the traffic flow of new arrivals. <English>

Itzal

The man before you stands to be around 5 foot 6 inches tall, His weight around 130-140 pounds giving him an athleticly toned frame. A slight air of confidence clinging to him as if he does his all in any given situation.

Itzal's hair of brown is kept short to the flesh, In a crew cut sort of manner the sides kept shorter then the top by just the slightest ammount. His facial features are predominatly noble european in style. His features finely formed and showing he comes from good breeding stock. Intelligent eyes of dark blue watch the world around him, with a sort of curiosity at what the verse may find for him next. His soft thin lips framed into a soft and friendly sort of smile.

He is wearing an outfit meant for the best of clubs and the finest of parties. The jacket he wears is fine italian silk of deep crimson with black lining. Small designs stitched into the lapel to form up a design of small vines of darkness running over the fabric. His suit shirt is black egyptian cotton smooth to the touch and revealing some of his atheletic form beneath. While the tie of crimson silk helps compliment his dark eyes. His pants are also made of fine deep crimson silk and brush along the mirrorshined black dress boots.

Completing his outfit is a duster, The black leather of the calve length coat is a supple material with a fine line of stitching. Fitted into the pale grey removeable liner are lightweight kevlar plates that protect the wearer against bodily harm from bullet or blade. Above the left breast is an insignia: a silver threaded circular patch of a silhouetted howling wolf on the background of a full moon with BWE lettered beneath in crimson. It can be worn either buttoned with the trio of black buttons, or left open to flair at the hip, with a slit that splits the bottom hem, allowing freedom of movement.

.--[Carrying]-- | - iComm - 16833 |--[Armor]----- | * Black Wolf Duster - 302 '--------------

Marc

A semi-rough looking man, probably in his mid-thirties, a pinch over six feet and probably just under the two hundred pound mark. There's an ample layer of black and grey stubble on his face, the man probably hasn't been next to a razor for three or four days. And while his mug is devoid of overall irregularly, there exists a scar gracing his left brow and forehead. Champagne blonde hair has been slicked back and slightly to the side for added stylistic benefit.

He is wearing a Black three piece suit which he fills out quite well a three button coat along with a blood red handkerchief rests tucked into the front breast pocket. The fabric looks soft to the touch, along with what resides on the inside of the coat. Also bloody red and what looks to be made of silk lining the inside of the coat. Beautify sown and measured to the utmost perfection, it's evident that this suit didn't come cheap. He is, in addition, wearing a nice black vest over a plain white long sleeve shirt that probably buttons down in the front. At the cuffs of his black coat his white shirt sticks out just a bit revealing gold cufflinks, with a silver pocket watch tucked away into his vest only the chain is visible. He has black slacks that match the rest of his suit, cleaned and pressed, made from the same material as the coat and perhaps lined with red silk too. The undershirt and vest are tucked into his black pants and are held up by a black leather belt with a plain silver buckle. He also wears a pair of black well kept and shined dress shoes that have a single buckle instead of laces which look to be rather comfortable. He seems to smell of pine, whether this is some form of perfume or if he rubbed himself with pine needles is tuff to say.

Itzal's head slowly nods as he continues to walk beside kennedy. "She said maybe a few days..I just was wondering if it had changed any." His eyes looking towards security as he is checked before he looks backs towards kennedy and moves with her around the majority of guests. "You look very nice by the way Kennedy.." A smile flashing across his lips as he watches her for a moment. <English>

Marc smirks back to Leu, "He failed to mention he was coming, I'll have to warn him about that." Marc mock salutes the man with a grin before pressing further into the estate. <English>

Marc heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Marc has left.

Cody continues to keep a watch on folks, pausing to speak with one guest who seems a little lost. She directs him towards the vestibule softly, taking a few steps with him and his date, so that they end up heading in the right direction. She glances over where Oliver is, keeping an eye on the other fellow somewhat. In retrospect, it might be a good thing that more of the crew isn't here to see Cody dressed this way. But since they aren't, their loss. She catches sight of a few folks she recognizes as the guests make their way through, but she's working so she simply keeps a politely neutral look on her face and does her job. Thankfully, the dress does fit, despite her earlier worries. <English>

Kennedy glances aside to Itzal, the first time she really /looked/ at the man despite the fact he is supposed to be escorting her. "Its all smoke and mirrors." She assures him, before dragging her glance away, her lips pressed into a tight line for a brief second. "Let's go. The sooner I fulfill my social obligations, the sooner we can leave." <English>

Itzal chuckles and nods his head walking beside her towards the area that everyone else has been directed towards. "Well then they are very nice mirrors and the smoke does wonders.." His head shaking for a moment before he continues. "Um..do you want to take my arm or something? Not really used to such things.." A sheepish grin forming over his lips as he looks to her for a brief moment before looking ahead once more. <English>

Kennedy most assuredly does not take Itzal's arm as they wander off towards main ta-do. But she at least gives him a bit of a smirk. <English>

Oliver keeps his mind on the work, staying quiet for now. Having a bit of a nervous expression once in a while, but that usually disappears after a few seconds. He's otherwise keeping silent for now. <English>

Kennedy heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Kennedy has left.

Itzal heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Itzal has left.

Cody gives Leutrim a glance, and she gestures to let him know she's going to take Oliver towards the vestibule, to keep an eye on folks as they continue in towards the main ball room. Since he's so busy, she doesn't otherwise distract him. "C'mon, Ollie," she says, pausing by her crewmate. "Let's go make sure things are still okay inside, shall we?" And with that she slips over towards the vestibule, her own heels clicking somewhat as she walks. <English>

Carmichael arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Carmichael has arrived.

Nolan arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Nolan has arrived.

Cody heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Cody has left.

Oliver heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Oliver has left.

Reilly arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Reilly has arrived.

Gerry arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Gerry has arrived.

Leutrim nods to Cody as she moves off, then continues to greet people as they arrive, "Welcome to Hera and Winchester Arms." Leu and the House Bennet security are discreetly checking for weapons and passing folk through, "Please continue onto the Vestibule (NW Estate) and onto the ballroom. Festivities are already beginning. If you have any questions please do not hesitate to ask Security." The large German Shepherd dog standing by Leu's left leg off leash is alert and looking warily at all of these strangers. <English>

Emiko arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Emiko has arrived.

Emiko

Emiko is an Oriental female standing 5'10" tall and weighs 145 pounds. For this day or evenings affair her black hair is made up exactly the same as a historical Geisha's would be, with four 4 inch teardrop diamonds hanging from it. Her skin tone is a normal tan. From each of her pointed ears hangs a two inch teardrop diamond. Around her neck is a large diamond necklace. Her eyes have been made up with long lashes and her eye shadow is a soft metallic green along with her mascara. Her slanted almond shaped eyes are what usually attract glances as they are cat-like in nature and change color depending on her moods. Her lips are covered with a high gloss rouge lipstick. She obviously takes good care of herself as can be seen by her athletically toned hour glass figure. Her bosom is large but not overly so.

For this days or evenings affair Emiko's gown is quite unique. It is made out of non-see through silk and is Green, Honey-Yellow, and Red in wavy colors. The top is a crisscross that loops around her neck leaving her tanned shoulders, arms, and back bare. The top crosses in front and spreads to about 3 inches as each crosses her breasts leaving little to the imagination. Her roundness can readily be seen on both sides. These straps, after they crisscross, move down to each side of her gown and attach to the lower portion. The lower portion is full length, flowing from her lower mid hips to just above the floor. There's a slit, on the left side, up to her mid-thigh that shows a well shaped thigh and leg every once in a while. Her entire back is bare all the way down to her mid hips which allows one to see clearly, showing across her lower spine, a large tattoo of an intricately designed Dragon. It is blue with black trim and from its mouth flow yellowish/orange flames.

Around both wrists can be seen matching multifaceted diamond bracelets. On her feet are matching green satin two inch spiked heels.

MOOD

Blue Eyes=The darker the blue the better she is feeling. Green Eyes=Her normal state Yellow Eyes=she's irritated Red Eyes=the darker red the more angry she is.

.--[Carrying]-- | - iComm - 17621 | - Home/Chambers Key - 3493 '--------------

Evalyn arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Evalyn has arrived.

Judge Mura enters the estate and slowly looks around and sees several people. Emiko approaches and asks politely, "Is this the right place for the Winchester affair?" <English>

[MHZ] You transmit, "A reminder... this is a formal occation. If you see anyone not dressed appropriately, please escort them out and ask them to return when more suitable. Suits for men, dresses for the ladies." <English>

The trek from the spaceport is a bit trying, but Reilly doesn't let it show too terribly much. Along the way, he just kept on telling Gerry how good he looked in the suit and how much he wanted to get back and see him out of it. Anything to make that smile look more genuine! When they finally arrive and he spots Leutrim, he offers the man a lopsided, devilish grin and a wink. "Got ye playin' coat check girl?" he asks, obviously teasing. He makes a few nonsense 'poochiepoo' noises for Aelfred's sake, but doesn't reach out to pet the dog. The beast is...working after all. He does offer up in a conspiring sort of whisper, "I be 'avin' some dried beef jerky back on board fer ye, Al..." As if the dog might actually understand him! He tips a chin in Gerry's direction. "Doesnae 'e look great?" Say yes, damnit! Please? His hand is still laced with the Engineer's and he swings both their arms back and forth just a little, like a kid skipping along with his best friend. <English>

Reilly

Thick dark hair seems to be in a perpetual state of disorganization. On the shorter side, it sticks out from Reilly's head in an array of blunt edges and spiking tendrils for that just crawled out of bed look. His tousled locks and ever present five o'clock shadow only serve to add to his rogue-ish, bad boy charm. Bushy dark eyebrows add expression to big round puppy dog eyes the color of lightly creamed coffee. His cocky little grin brings deep dimples to full cheeks. While not overly tall or 'bulked', Reilly has the build of a man that can likely handle himself if push comes to shove, and push often comes to shove with him. Lean musculature indicates one not afraid of a workout in the local gym even if that workout likely leans more toward flexibility and speed training than strength. He speaks with a notable Irish brogue. Classic style comes together with a hint of punk. Reilly's white shirt is almost western in style, with snaps rather than buttons. A few of those snaps are left undone to reveal the smooth skin of his upper chest. Khaki cargo pants hang low on his slender waist, held in place by a wide leather belt, the bottoms tucked into a pair of clunky boots that reach his mid calf. The belt's holes extend all the way around the leather, inset with metal rings. A brown leather duster, battered and well loved is either worn or carried, depending on the time of day and the weather outside. The chains hanging from the duster add that little flair of 'punk grunge'. A medic alert type bracelet dangles from his left wrist. Bright sunny days often find him donning a pair of green lensed, 'Lennon' style sunglasses.

Reilly for the night:

Gerry Gerry is a man that doesn't give too terribly much thought to his appearance. He's often smudged with grease and has his hair ruffled up for one reason or another. At a well built six foot two, with gray-green eyes and dark brown hair that sometimes seems black, Gerry is quite capable of cleaning up nicely should the mood or necessity strike him. His clothes tend toward casual, usually not anything he's not willing to get dirty, with jeans, a t-shirt and boots the basis of his wardrobe.

Gerry for tonight:

Maija arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Maija has arrived.

Eugene arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Eugene has arrived.

Maija

The woman standing before you seems to be the personification of grace and beauty. From the tips of her toes to the top of her head, she has an air of gentle allure - a woman who doesn't even realize she could stop men in their tracks with just a look. While she's not a tiny woman, neither is she overly tall. Standing about 5'9, she's possessed of a softly curved, willowy form. Rich mahogany hair is shot through with golden and copper highlights, giving it a shimmery appearance as the light plays over it. It's kept long, long enough to either be pulled up in an elaborate coiffure or left to flow to the middle of her back. Her face has a slightly oval shape to it rather than a heart shape or angles. Her complexion is a mixture of honey and cream, slightly dusky, exotic. Bright amber eyes echo the exotic label, their color bright and deep. Her clothing can only be described as elegant. This evening she's wearing a brushed gold sari embroidered with rich, vibrant greens and reds. It wraps around her waist, the skirt falling to the tops of delicate gold slippers while the end of the garment drapes back over one shoulder. Tonight her hair has been pulled back into a simple twist, almost severe, and held in place with two antique clips. Atop her hair is a flat circlet with a single teardrop emerald hanging to the center of her forehead. Bracelets in gold and copper cover her forearms while the rest, to the shoulder, is left bare.

Evalyn quietly walks-- nay, almost slides up the cobblestone path, with neither little girl nor big guns following in her wake. She pauses briefly, perhaps even to smile and sheepishly bob her head to those she knows...before making a sort of beeline towards Leutrim, all the while making little adjustments to her hair, the bodice of her dress, maybe the stance she holds, or her gait. The moment she's within earshot of the man, her words spill out in a rather rushed manner; "So do I just go in? You seen Genie? Dale here?" <English>

Reilly's greeting and Leutrim glances over from listening to something coming over his ear bud. A smile for the other two men coming up to him, "Reilly, Gerry... glad you felt well enough to come, Captain." And a glance at Aelfred, "You know no one is allowed to feed him, Reilly." and a chuckle, even as Leu's pale eyes skim past them to watch for other arrivals. Then he adds, "Folk are aseembling in the ballroom. Go to the north west through the Estate Vestibule and you'll find it. Any questions, please do not hesitate to ask security." Evalyn coming up and Thank Gawd, not dressed in pajamas makes Leutrim start, "Eh, Evalyn?" He is a little surprised, then adds quickly, "I have not seen them arrive yet, no." <English>

[MHZ] Cody says, "Roger. Oliver is in the vestibule, I'm moving into the ballroom to help out there." <English>

Evalyn

Curves. Perhaps not her usual affair-- but seriously, curves. Like the soft, creamy kind of texture that we so often associate with milk, or even velvet, Evalyn's skin almost seems to glow with an ephemeral elegance, a queer sort of softness that seems to belie the sharply cut cloth that covers her body. Her pale, barely-tanned skin seems almost odd in its juxtaposition against the soft, earthen hues of the silk that falls across her body, like waves around a dock. The dress itself is an odd-- if still beautiful --sort of design; a halter-top of sorts, exposing the unmarred flesh of her shoulders, whilst providing an almost steamy sort of covering as it slides along the curves of her breasts, giving the tiniest hint of cleavage. The 'sleeves' dance and shimmer along her arms, almost as wispy as a summer's cloud, ending just past her knuckles in an almost liquidic fashion. A soft strap, barely wider than an inch, looking almost more aesthetic than functional, slips from her right side; up and across her collarbone it goes, to loop over her shoulder and trail freely along her naked back, just barely ticklin an odd wrinkling of the skin below her shoulderblade. She might curve, or saunter, or even walk normally; but while the dress falls all the way to her ankles, a long slit in the side might reveal her right leg every so often, adding just that extra touch of spice, lest it be missed. The dress sways and shimmers, it glitters and shines, like a thousand tiny stars were embedded in its surface, giving off little sparkles everytime she sways or even moves. Her hair matches that dress, as brown as the dirt you walk upon, but somehow more elegant; it's cleaned, and lying in loose curls about her neck and shoulders, looking less like the gravel at the Persephone spaceport than the softest soil of Greenleaf. not a single strand hides her face, though, letting piercing emerald eyes stare out-- stare out almost suspiciously, carefully, as they flit from one thing to another, barely resting on a single subject for more than a few moments. A coin hands on a chain about her neck, beautiful in the way it shines with a dull silver, as though the sun were shining through on a rainy day. A square hole in the center, signifying the solidity and comfort of Earth, might identify the coin as being chinese in origin. Four chinese characters adorn each side; "cheung meng fu kwei" (forever rich) on one, and "chut yap peng orn" (forever safe) on the other.

Nolan conceals Desert Eagle 50AE - 14234.

Gerry's smile most likely did grow a little more genuine before arriving, but it's slipping away again. Not because of anything that has to do with being grumpy, though. He looks at other people, nods a greeting to Leutrim and doesn't seem offended when Leu doesn't respond to Reilly's question on how he looks. He tugs on Reilly, not enough to actually pull, just to get his attention, to head off where they're directed. <English>

Carmichael's pace into the ground of the Winchester estates is a sedate one, hands folding in the small of his back. He still carries a sword at his hip, peaceknotted but that perhaps is something to do with being who he is, over anything else. He nods to Leutrim, glancing around at other people and back at 'Landry' Aka: Nolan with a strange little smile, lopsided on his features. "Good to know my memory isn't failing me just yet, this way I think..." he half-bows to all and sundry, heading on through. <English>

Nolan follows behind Carmichael, the M4 carbine easily slung in plain sight across his chest, barrel almost pointed directly downwards, safety on. He leaves a few feet for Carmichael to interact, but its obvious the man is treating the situation as a 'VIP escort' type of deal. "Indeed, since I cant help you if lose that," he comments simply, giving a grin as he approaches the security checkpoint or whathaveyou. <English>

Reilly heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Reilly has left.

Gerry heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Gerry has left.

Nolan

Nolan is an average sized man, standing at perhaps six feet if one were to estimate liberally. His skin is a sun-worn soft brown color, and the surface of his skin looks rough and aged beyond his years. The prominent feature on Nolan's face are his sparkling blue eyes, hidden behind copious amounts of grey-brown hair. His hair isn't curly, nor is it smooth - it's the thicker, rough hair that still looks rough even after a nice shower. It covers his ears and rests easily three inches below his shoulder blades. A short grey-brown beard covers his chin and is kept in trimmed order. Nolan is currently wearing an ankle length brown trenchcoat, often referred to as a duster, and nearly always associated with the Independents. The coat is well worn, but seems to still be in good condition. It hangs loose on Nolan's slim body, waving in any gusts of wind that may pass, and swooshing slightly as he walks. Under the duster, Nolan wears a formfitting shirt that seems slightly bulkier than a normal shirt, hinting to the protective nature of the garment. A pair of slightly worn black work-like boots encase his feet, the steel toes protecting his foot from any crushing damage, to an extent. His pants are made of a rough navy blue material - something like denim. They have two pockets on the sides, just above the knees, where various items can be stored, as well as a pocket for spare magazines.

Carmichael

Crowned in a lion-like mane of wavy, tawny gold, worn perhaps a little longer than is strictly stylish, his face is astonishingly symmetrical, with wide, oval eyes of a striking shade of pale hazel, fringed as they are with long lashes and topped with winged brows. High cheekbones, a proud, straight nose and elegantly bowed lips above a strong cleft-chinned jaw, his features bear clear aristocratic lines, what skin as is visible is finely tanned and unblemished by the slightest scar or weathering of the elements. Although tall and athletic, his frame is hardly bulky or overly muscular, rather it has the lithe grace of a fencer and his proportions suggest the same; broader of shoulder and slimmer of hip. By way of jewelery, he tends to wear a golden signet ring of a lion rampant, a necklace of similar styling and unusually perhaps given the rest of his appearance, three hoop earrings in both ears. Within each lion's eye, a single hexagonally cut ruby sits, occasionally catching the light and gleaming darkly. Noticeable is the one flaw he has: the outside half of his right hand, ring and pinky finger, are made of a matte unreflective silver; cybernetic and often downplayed, though not hidden.

He is dressed in an immaculate and altogether exotic attire of white and red silk; a tunic and skirt affair, split at the front that it fans around the pants beneath. Herringbone weave of bright scarlet and pure snow white, form an applique'd layer over the torso of an ivory bell-sleeved top with a mandarin collar, embroidered with lotus blossoms. The 'skirt' sports white cranes, ghost koi, wave and wind patterns, dancing around the fan of material in the palest of blues, snow-white and silver thread. His waist is sinched in with a broad cream sash, tied at his right hip and hanging down in a lantern-style knot and tassle at mid-thigh, a fine silver chain woven into the material and intertwined with it, to add that glimmer of metal to the refinery. The pants are black suede, well buffed and cared for, his shoes a stylish court styling, with a big square buckle of silver at the side.

.--[Carrying]-- | - PDA - 15570 | - Medpac - 16473 | - iComm - 17623 |--[Armor]----- | - Starke 'Velites' Bodysuit - 13964 | * Impax 'Regency' Body Armor - 1843 |--[Weapons]--- | - Hanging at his left hip, the black scabbard dipping down diagonal, is a finely crafted rapier. The hilt sports a spanish bucket guard, shining lines of metal guarding the grip. | `(Rapier - 13094) '-------------- Judge Mura sees that security is doing the best they can given the amount of people here and so patiently waits her turn before doing or going anywhere else. <English>

Wayde arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Wayde has arrived.

Anastasiya arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Anastasiya has arrived.

Leutrim is trying to keep up with several things at once, but something is brought to his attention over his com. He nods, then lowers his hand as his pale eyes skim over the newest wave of arrivals until his gaze settles upon Lord Carmichael and Nolan. Leu at once begins to make his way in their direction, "Lord Carmichael... is this person with you, sir?" And indication to Nolan, whose name he doesn't yet recall though he's seen the man before, "We are enforcing dress code for the formal event, sir. Suits for the men, dresses for the ladies." Beside Leutrim, his nearly ever presant K-9 companion comes as well. Aelfred watches the strangers warily, sniffing at them but keeping his place by Leu's left leg. <English>

Evalyn sort of falters, as though unsure whether to take a serious attitude-- or her regular 'Eve-ish' variety. Apparently, the latter is opted into, as she gives something of a sarcastic salute. "Well. I'll head in. Or stay here. Chris'," she half-mutters, "hate these.../big/ things. Y'know if there's /alot/ of people inside?" she asks sheepishly. A quick glance is turned to the two men behind her...and she sort of half-bows, giving another nervous little salute. "Heya, folks; don't mind me. I--" A nod, to Leutrim. "I'll jus' head on in, try an' find folks t'hide behin', or somesuch." <English>

Evalyn heads through the exit labeled <SV> Serenity View. Evalyn has left.

Carmichael tests his Willpower against a 75 difficulty. The result is successful (7).

Lee arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Lee has arrived.

Oh dear. Dog. Dog approaching, alongside man with gun, asking questions. There's questions isn't there? Nolan, now's the time to rise to the challenge! Carmichael's failing in that regard, taking two steps backward and bumping STRAIGHT into Nolan's chest with it, away from the dog and the approaching man that's the master of the beast. "Dog," so helpful. SO very helpful that is, n'est pas? There were questions being posed, but that's a dog. A large dog. An Alsatian. "Person? Nice boy, good boy. Stay. Stay!" can he get /behind/ his bodyguard? Hopefully so, yes. <English>

Nolan raises his eyebrows softly as he is stopped by the security personnel whom he has met. An eye goes to the dog for a moment before attention is paid to the whole 'enforcing the dress code' deal. A soft chuckle is given, eyes moving over the man for a brief moment. He looks like he is about to lay down exactly how he feels about this dress code when Carmy seems to go on edge, moving away with the mention and approach of the dog. Indeed, Nolan is good enough at his job. Its not just to physically protect the person, but to make them have a sense of protection, even if they might not need it. "Move the dog back," he says simply, moving to put himself inbetween Carm and the canine companion of Leu. <English>

Leutrim blinks, then remembers... Lord Carmichael and allergies to dogs. Job interview - right. Leu's expression changes at once as he watches Lord Carmichael ease back suddenly away from Aelfred. He turns his head and says, "Aelf, sit. Stay." The large German Shepherd at once sits as commanded, where he was by Leutrim's left leg, then Leu steps closer - leaving the dog sitting behind him and coming no closer, "I'll keep him back, sir. Please do not be alarmed, Lord Carmichael." And a bit of a frown, "My apology." Nolan's tone of voice however, and Leutrim changes his own gaze to meet the other man's, "I have just been informed on the com to pass you as Lord Carmichael's escort but I am also asked to request that you find appropriate attire for the evening, then return. This is a -formal- event and you will do well to be respectful to Lord Winchester's wishes as his guest." His own tone of voice is inflexiable as Leutrim challenges Nolan. <English>

Carmichael looks a little embarassed, once the moment has passed, spreading a hand over his chest and taking a deep breath and indeed, listening to what is being said by Leutrim to Nolan. A little high colour rises in his cheeks; it's debatable whether it is because of the incident just passed or because of something else -- namely failing to remember to remind Nolan to wear smart shoes and pants. Either way, he looks away and looks honestly quite appalled. Back rigid, spine as straight as it possibly can be, his hand does not leave his chest and not a word passes his lips. <English>

Taking their time as they stroll through the streets of Hera, Wayde is enjoying every moment with Anya as he places a beefy mitt over the crook of her dainty arm. Glancing casually over towards her every so often, watching a handful of wind pass through her silken locks of fire as it brings a wide grin to his visage. Approaching Winchester Manor, he was informed that no one is allowed in with weapons and being the kind of person to never carry one so he didn't worry. He wasn't so sure about his company for the evening but he was sure she wasn't packing. If she was, one can only guess where it would be since some of those space are too small or tight to conceal anything more than an acorn. Shaking his bald head some to clear his mind, he strolls up towards the checkpoint and stops near a well-dressed man and a rather large German Shepard who looks as deadly as it is beautiful. "Good evening, sir. Wayde Sullivan, Templar Knight of the Catholic Church. I can assure you I'm not carrying anything but I won't interfer with you job." He says quietly as he steps away from Anya's side for the moment, standing with his legs spread apart and his hands placed firmly behind his bald head. His steely hues dance over towards Carmie and Nolan, smirking some as he flashes them a playful wink. <English>

Wayde

You see a determined-looking man, standing roughly 6'3" and weighing close to 225 lbs. His build is very refined and muscular of that of a professional athlete, veins bulging all over his stoic physique. A pale alabaster color covers his skin, adding a bit more to his Irish heritage. His squarish head is shaved bald, his steel blue eyes set deep into his visage, tapered by high cheek bones and coutours by a very strong jawline as the tip of his chin narrows slightly into a wide base. A thin nose with a slight bump on the bridge comes to a ball-like tip, a deep scar runs vertically down over his left eye, some scar tissue causing his eye to look a bit smaller.

His clothing is comfortable yet perfect for a semi-formal and formal occasion, a black shark skin leisure coat covers his muscular torso with a white silk long-sleeved button-up shirt underneath, a pair of platnium cufflinks in the shape of a phoenix with outstretched wings are attached to the cuffs. The top two buttons are undone, sporting just a bit of his massive chest beaneath the delicate fabric of his shirt. A neatly pressed pair of black dress slack adorn his stout legs, coveting his firm and toned posterior. A thick black italian leather belt with a large silver phoenix for the belt buckle is snug around his waist. A pair of well-polished black/dark grey wingtips cover his feet, finishing off his evening attire.

Anastasiya(#2994PVACF) Anastasiya carries herself with pride, standing at a height of only 5'7". Each word that slips past her lips is tainted with a russian accent. Youthful features evident, she appears young in age, perhaps in the age frame of early twenties. Smooth and luxurious ivory flesh covers her entire lean physique, with not a flaw evident on it. From the crown of her head, brilliant red straight locks fall almost to the middle of her back. The locks of hair have been cut into layers at the front to accent her face. Her features, though delicate and fine, bare traits of russian origin. Large, crystal blue eyes dominate her face beneath a wealth of lashes, emphasized by slightly curved eyebrows. Supple thin lips curve softly posessing a faint pale pink colour.

Her graceful, arching neck and elegant, feminine shoulders are left bare by her top. An exquisite dress in rich emerald velvet, trimmed in fine diaphanous silk and edged in black lace spills from shoulder to knee. The garment is tight about the bodice, with two sets of laces at each hip that trail a few inches along a slim thigh, billowed sleeves that fan out wide at the wrists, and one slim shoulder bared with another bit of ribbon lacing the sleeve to her elbow. Gold thread has been sewn into the hem and neckline, accentuating her pale colouring and the glittering tassels that drape from each sleeve. The skirt is a flared and layered affair, also edged in gold thread: lace atop silk atop velvet, hinting at the soft flesh beneath without ever truly revealing it. Falling roughly to her knee, it is short enough to allow movement and dancing, and also to reveal much of the tall leather boots that lace to mid-thigh.

.--[Carrying]-- | - iComm - 10662 '--------------

After the whisper was murmured onto Wayde, it is silence that Anastasiya has fallen into during their stroll. Beneath the wealth of lashes, the crystaline blue eyes shift upwards to catch onto the burly man's fase here and there only to be accompanied with a shy looking smile. Yet, that school girl illusion is casted away once the stride leads them onto the 'check point'. Falling within the usual manner of which she does - the features ceasing to bare emotions while the poise becomes smotherd within confidence. Then even that falters as it seems that the 'fear of dogs' does pass further than poor Lord Carmichael. An uneasiness comes to stir within the Russian Captain as her eyes flicker nervously towards the large canine. Silence casted onto the usual silver tongue as the arms untwines from Wayde. A small step back, then to the side as she makes her way on the opposite side of the 'spread 'em wide' Wayde in order to put some more distance to where the dog is seated. A momentarily glance made onto the only other familiar fase - Nolan - before turning her eyes to watch the dog warily. <English>

There is a glance aside to Wayde and Leutrim's grey eyes skim over the other man for a moment, taking in the fine clothing. A nod to him and his lady, "Thank you kindly, sir... ma'am." and he gestures to the north west, "You are welcome to proceed into the Vestibule and onto the ballroom where festivities are already under way. Please enjoy your evening." The German Shepherd sits quietly, keeping a sharp eye on the people passing by and arriving onto the estate. Aelfred is well trained and though occationally his hackles rise just a little, the dog remains silent. But it is to Nolan that Leutrim returns his attention, only having half given his attention to the others briefly. <English>

Nolan seems to be capable of handling this whole thing by himself, since he seems to be the one that does the talking. A hand reaches up to scratch his head softly, eyes moving around casually as a mental count of armed surity personnel is taken. Probably just a habit - and it is his job to stay informed of the tactical situation at all times. "Well...see the way I had it figured when I wandered on up here is that right over there is Serenity Valley," he says, pointing in yonder direction. "Now, if youre going to say that I cant wander up here in this here duster," he motions to his good looking yet worn brown duster. He seems like he is going to continue before he eyes Leutrim again. "Eh, what the hell am I saying you were probably rocking in the cradle..." he says with a sigh. The ending part of Leutrim's words do cause the man to heartily laugh. "Oh Im sure there are many things I should or shouldnt do but...thats the thing about being me. I dont work for anyone, see? Which puts me one step outside. I mean, what is Lord Winchester going to do? Get me fired?" He raises his hands with a grin, shrugging a large, sarcastic shrug. "Look, just let me on through and it'll be a fine night," he says with a shrug. <English>

Dale arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Dale has arrived.

Eugene just looked at you.

Carmichael makes a cursive shake of his head, a denial of the hound at his master's heel perhaps, or it's a gesture to help him gather his wits once more; to process what is being said, to process what is being /returned/ in speech with it. Wayde's voice earns a half-turn to look behind himself, but never does he take all his attention from the hound that sits at Leutrim's heel, obediently. Another step back is taken and it might not be illusion that the nobleman's breathing has become slightly wheezing... two steps, three steps, all of them bringing him further toward the exits of the estate, though still within spitting distance of Nolan. "Landry, just button up your coat and turn your collar out... you look smart... I can't handle this too much longer, I'll start asphixiating." This much is wheezed somewhat. <English>

Dale hurries into the estate, looking slightly flustered. He takes a moment to pause and regain decorum of cool when he finally makes it to the show. He just hopes he didn't do any sweatin' earlier. Hell. What a night for this to happen. The expression on his face returns to one of calm. Suppose it's time to face the galloping hordes. "My luck sucks." He mutters to himself as he casts an eye about the area. <English>

Dale

He is a lean, muscular man just under six feet with piercing blue eyes and hair that ranges from a warm brown to black depending on the dye used. Every so often, the god awful red roots show. He has a distinctly cut face and full lips which have a tendency to twist into a sardonic smile most of the time. His chin is speckled with the start of a thin goatee, and his upper lip sports a faint moustache. It's more stubble really than actual facial hair as though he can't yet decide whether or not he wants it. His physique is rugged, tightly muscled and wiry; there is no part of him left to careless maintenance. Overall, he is a portrait of casual confidence, secure in his identity. He appears to be in his early twenties. He wears a grey coat, black pants, black boots, a cowboy hat and a grey and silver vest. Sleek, dark and loosely form fitting, these cotton pants are tucked into a pair of sturdy black boots. His vest is grey faux silver filigree with abstract design and tarnished silver buttons. The white mandarin collared shirt is buttoned close at the cuffs and decorated with abstract design in black to match the vest. The black cowboy hat's got a slight shiny band, and he wears a knee-length dark grey coat.

.--[Carrying]-- | - PDA - 17798 | - iComm - 8499 | - APKC License '--------------

After getting frisked and the only weapon Leutrim would of found was the porksword he was smuggling in but that had its own permit to carry. He'd be willing to show to anyone but his mother always told him it was nice to point and never point a cannon at someone unless you intend to use it. Wayde rolls his massive shoulders forward and tilts his bald head from side to side, flashing a clever smile as he glances over at Carmichael then over at Nolan once more then turns to Anya, taking her hand gently and mutters softly to her. "Every dog has his day but every cat has its gunman." Nodding politely towards Leutrim, he leads Anya deeper into the mansion where the party awaits. <English>

Leutrim listens to Nolan patiently if cooly, but it is to Lord Carmichael he looks. Both with a firm resolve, but also some sympathy for the Lord's health condition. A frown, then Leutrim nods to Nolan, "Keep your single weapon concealed, no more than one clip of ammo permitted. Close up your coat and turn up your collar as your Lord instructs and I'll pass you through." Leu frowns, then looks to Lord Carmichael, though his words are for Nolan, "Next time, show some respect ... if you wish others to be respectful in return." A very slight tightness to his jaw, as Leutrim is trying to be both polite and enforce dresscode and security. <English>

If a certain large canine was not within vision, then it would be humour to be found from the activites surrounding Leutrim, Nolan and Carmichael. Alas, Anastasiya's attention is elsewhere as she continues to do the slow manuevering to bring herself to have a rather large irish brute between her and the positioning of the dog. The grasp onto her hand breaks her eye contact with the canine, instantly turning up towards Wayde. A faint smirk unraveling from within her as she nods faintly. From there, she's merely to move forward to trail beside Wayde. <English>

Wayde heads through the exit labeled <NE> Lounge. Wayde has left.

Anastasiya heads through the exit labeled <NE> Lounge. Anastasiya has left.

Wayde arrives from Winchester Repeating Arms - Hera. Wayde has arrived.

Anastasiya arrives from Winchester Repeating Arms - Hera. Anastasiya has arrived.

Wayde heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Wayde has left.

Anastasiya heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Anastasiya has left.

Eugene is hurrying along a few minutes later, not quite a run, but a long, ground-covering speedwalk. The floor-length skirt of her dress is gathered in both hands, holding the hemline just high enough to keep it from dragging along the ground or impede her movement. Falling into place beside Dale, she takes advantage of the moment to gather herself, catch her breath, fiddle with her hair. "Made it. Eva beat us here?" she breathes before peeking around folks to smile at the busy Leutrim and Aelf. <English>

Aelfred shifts where he is sitting and looks a little anxious, then the dog opens his mouth wide in yawn with a faint whine, then licks his chops. The dog is very interested in the two men Leutrim is addressing. <English>

Nolan glances back to Carmichael, raising his eyebrows a bit before he looks back to Leutrim, grinning a bit. "See? Compromises. And hey, I was as professional as a companion's pocketbook," he says with a nod, moving to button up the duster over the Carbine. He actually looks halfway respectable with the thing buttoned up, although there is still that air of exclusion around the man. "Hmm? Oh, Carmichael? Hes not /my/ Lord," he offers with a grin before he gives a nod. "No worries. I'm far more likely to save your life one day than I am to end it," he says with a friendly smile, giving Leutrim a slap on the shoulder before he looks back to Carmichael. "Eh lets go before my invitation gets revoked," he says, laughing softly as he waits for Carmichael's move. <English>

Nolan reaching out to lay a hand on Leutrim's shoulder gets a reaction. From the dog. Aelfred is up at once, snarling. The dog's hackles are rasied and the animal's tail is held out stiffly behind, bottle brushed.

Leu at once turns his head to the dog, "Aelf, stay!" But he then looks at Nolan himself cooly. There is no reply from the House Bennet Security man, but Leu's pale eyes are following Nolan and Lord Carmichael. Almost belatedly does Dale's voice register, then Leutrim turns his head in Dale's and Eugene's direction. His expression changes at once, "You made it!" A nice, warm smile for the other two arrivals. <English>

Eugene

Understated but elegant, her long, ebony hair is worn half-up. A pair of delicate mother-of-pearl combs glint against the dark tresses swept back from her face, while the rest of her hair tumbles down around her shoulders, ending in a soft curl just above the middle of her back. Her complexion is fair and seemingly flawless; her features distinctly Asian with deep brown eyes framed by dark lashes, a delicate nose, and full lips tinted slightly pink. She is no more than five and a half feet tall, but long-limbed, her figure more toned and athletic than curvy. A long velvet dress is worn, the fabric a deep royal blue with intricate beads & rhinestones sewn on the front. The beading starts along the cap sleeves, trails across the sweetheart neckline and tapers down to a point three quarters of the way down the bodice. The garment is fitted to the waist, where the full skirt flares out over her hips, the hem just barely brushing the floor. On her feet, the toes of soft slipper-like shoes are occasionally visible peeking out from under the skirt as she moves.

.--[Carrying]-- | - iComm - 11585 '--------------

Carmichael tests his Willpower against a 80 difficulty. The result is successful (46).

Carmichael tests his Command against a 120 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-23).

Ivy arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Ivy has arrived.

Carmichael tests his Intimidate against a 120 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-7).

Carmichael's eyes on Leutrim are sharp. However, he does give the security guard a polite, if short nod. There were words spoken there though, words that ...

Dignity, you have no place here. None. None whatsoever. Attempting to look commanding or perhaps intimidating in the face of a snarling dog, willpower only does so much to allieviate the distinct aroma of fear that must be wafting off the nobleman in waves. "Okaybye!" nothing further, because he can't seem to get his vocal cords to behave themselves and this is /truly/ a humiliation in and of itself, he literally... scampers inside, almost tripping over his own feet to get out of the vicinity of the dog! Yes, he's not going to live this down for a while. <English>

Nolan is just giving a glance over to Dale and company before he hears Carmichael's departure words. Before he can turn around and look, the man has scampered inside, leaving Nolan looking around for a few moments. "Sonofabitch," he grumbles to himself, looking down at the dog for a moment. "Damnit, you..." he grumbles towards the dog. "Go dry hump a post or something stop making my gorram job harder...no wonder the lordly fellow gets stabbed so damn much running off..." he trails off, making to get inside after Carmichael. <English>

What in the hell just happened?!? Leutrim looks quickly back as Lord Carmichael, a man for whom he has some measure of respect, about leaps out of skin, all but dirts his clothes, and then scampers off almost at a run. Blink. Takes a couple of heartbeats to even track what Nolan says, Leutrim is so surprised. But then he just nods, a bit off balance by the whole very unusual moment. <English>

Kris arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Kris has arrived.

Carmichael heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Carmichael has left.

Nolan heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Nolan has left.

Striding onto the Winchester Estate is an interesting sight, an immensely tall woman with a long duster over a rather lovely green dress. Her flaming red hair is seen from a distance easily, especially in what light there is. A cigarette dangles from her lips as she walks along, a confident stride even in this thigh-high dress she's apparently donned for this occasion. As she approaches, she slows down as she reaches security. The woman has a holster around her shoulders and a twin pair of slipshots. <English>

"Got it in Londinum. Figured I'd make use of the stores there when Marc took me to meet his boss" Dale smiles at Gene. He looks confused by the man fleeing from the dog. Then again, he knows that dogs can be mean when they want to be. "Blue looks good on you" he approves, though the look is appreciative it is not skeevy. Dale is smart that way. "Yeah, Got to talk to you about my brother." he explains with a slight shrug. "it's a long story, we'd better get inside before Evalyn bites me for being late. Then again, Marc is there. And let me tell you -he- looks good." He notices Kris, who wouldn't and gives her a smile of hello. "Hey, Kris. You look great." <English>

Eugene's voice and Leutrim drags his startled attention back to her. Aelfred has sat back down as ordered, though the large dog's hackles remain up and the Shepherd's attention for the moment follows Nolan and Lord Carmichael's path onto the estate. Recollecting himself, Leutrim grabs at Eugene's hand and steps close to whisper something to her before Dale can drag her off. Then, reluctantly, he lets her hand slip through his and he stands there a moment watching her. Leu glances to Dale and adds, "Keep an eye on her." with a smile. Someone coming up towards the security checkpoint and Leutrim's com crackles something softly in his ear, making him turn his head as Kris arrives. <English>

Ivy seems to be trailing after Dale. She looks over her shoulder a few times as if she were waiting for someone to catch up to her but...no. She sighs. Men. Why does it take them forever to dress. She waits her turn to get inspected, allowing anyone who likes to poke into her doctor's bag. Why does she have it? She's a doctor gorramit and her patient is inside, if anyone wants to check. A smile is offered to Leutrim. <English>

Kris A strong woman indeed. The fiery-haired woman is at least five feet ten inches in height and has a body that is quite akin to a brick-house. While she is tall for a woman, her physique is very lean and muscular, slightly more muscular than lean. Bright eyes of a cat-like green-yellow color are a very unique feature to her, partially obscurred sometimes by thick, long pure-red bangs. The lightness of her eyes are brought out even more fully by the dark mascara and make-up that she wears. Her nose and cheeks are adorned with a light spattering of freckles, not too overpowering but they're noticable that they're there. Beneath it all, and almost always in some state of emotionally display, her full lips, already rosy with color, often show her white teeth from either a bold grin or her shouting for some reason; usually it's always one or the other. Down to the small of her back, this tall woman also appears to have a very thick mane of hair that is full of waves and is obviously a handful because there is just so much of it. Her long bangs cover her eyes occasionally, nearly impossible to the wild mane of hair tamed. Her surprisingly graceful and feminine looking neck leads to a strong and wide pair of shoulders that are always back with a rather proud stance. Over her body, she wears a hunter green dress that is very simply and appears to follow her voluptuous curves in a very clinging manner. The dress is long sleeved and covers up most of her scars and tattoos, however a black tribal tattoo can be seen peeking up from her right shoulder since the dress has a rather extreme neckline to show off her ample cleavage. The confident-appearing woman doesn't appear to care that the dress shows off her top-heavy chest almost too well, she ignores what she's wearing completely. Over her shoulders is a new dual leather gun holster that has a twin pair of Slipshots nestled under each arm. The woman's legs are easily seen since the dress only reaches mid-thigh; the leggy, muscular woman has a single scar visible on her legs, on the top of her right thigh, a large 'X'. Down to her feet, she wears a pair of black, heeled knee-high boots. The heels certainly give her even more height, over 6' tall.

Ivy

Small and sassy, she barely clears five feet. Confidence suggests that she does not fret over height or any perceived lack of it. Her frame emphasizes soft curves over hard lines and angles; they may require work to keep under control. Somewhere in her mid to late twenties, exuberance and enthusiasm are tempered by maturity. A thick mane of rust and golden curls falls past her back and frames her rounded face. A stubborn chin combines with a frequent willful expression and her glossed lips quickly turn to a good natured smile. Wide blue eyes reflect sudden changes of temperament.

A fitted full length dress features a high mandarin collar, short cap sleeves and frog closures. The green fabric is embroidered with silvery white lilies. Thigh slits on both sides enable easy movement despite a snug fit over her torso and hips. She is wearing open-toed criss-cross high heeled pumps over dark silk stockings which add the lie of four inches to her height. The shoes have a dark green patent finish on the back portion of the shoe that fades to a softer green across the toes. A dark black doctor's bag is in her left hand or kept within reach.

.--[Carrying]-- | - PDA - 10385 | - Medpac - 16877 |--[Armor]----- | * Mesh Armor - 15244 '--------------

Lee just looked at you.

Eugene's smile becomes even broader at Leutrim's whisper, an almost shy look back at him as her and Dale continue past into the estate. It's a moment before she seems to realize Dale's even still there. "Oh, ah... your brother? Yeah, let's go then. Before I get the urge to stand at the front door all night." <English>

Pale green eyes slide over towards the greeting. Someone said her name. Pausing on Dale, Kris tilts her head a bit and she nods to him. "Yo.", she offers, a crooked grin crawling slowly across her lips. She even goes to the extra step to remove her cigarette from her mouth as she looks down at herself. "Had t'borrow it. Ah don't have any dresses.", she shrugs and taps the ash of her cigarette to the ground while looking back up to Dale. "Seeya.." A brief wave is given to Dale before her attention is fully given to the men around her, some who are likely shorter than the lady. "No, yer not takin' mah weapons. Ah was tol' ah was supposed t'have it on me fer this..." Yeah, she's as clear as mud really, but rather aggressively stubborn, especially in the stance she suddenly takes, legs parted in a comfortable and yet very steady position to move. It's unconcious really. <English>

Kris just looked at you.

Dale gives Leutrim a thumbs up, "Don't worry, I'll take care of it" He gives Kris a friendly smile, and escorts Gene inside. It's about time really. He glances behind him to see Ivy and smiles at her then he heads on in. <English>

There is a pleasant smile for Ivy, "Doctor Lambsey, you look wonderful this evening." But Leutrim notices her looking back wistfully and he arches a dark brow, "Is there someone I need to keep an eye out for you? You are welcome to wait, or you may proceed to the north west through the Vestibule and onto the ballroom. Festivities are well underway." And then a wink and a glance to Dale and Eugene, "I hope the food is good. I'm starving." he adds in a lowered voice. Eugene's look back and her comment are not missed and Leu gives her a smile. A quick check on the dog, then Leutrim says, "Aelfred, heel." The German Shepherd at once comes back up to Leu's left leg as the House Bennet Security man moves to greet the tall woman with the obvious side arms, "Ma'am, I am afraid I have to ask you to remove your firearms or state your name and reason for carrying to check against my approved list - before you may be allowed entry tonight." <English>

Dale heads through the exit labeled <SV> Serenity View. Dale has left.

Eugene heads through the exit labeled <SV> Serenity View. Eugene has left.

Lee arrives amongst another small band of middle-lower-upper-business class ball-goers. He lets them pull ahead and pass through the security hoops, taking his time while he studies the manor from afar. His gaze refocuses on the cobble path once he's a couple dozen feet from the weapons checkpoint, and he is surprised to see Leutrim presiding over one of the lines, despite various passing remarks about his employment with the Winchesters. He strides forward more quickly, as though suddenly given a reason to really look forward to the weapons maker's shindig. Aelfred! Lee's eyes fix on the trained Alsatian eagerly. They are totally going to play fetch here on the lawn and embarrass Leu. <English>

Kris turns her gaze on Leutrim as he approaches and it's obvious her eyes scan him up and down as if to catalog him and file him away in her mind. "Kris." Her words are stated rather bluntly before a smile breaks through and she takes a long drag of her cigarette. "Ah was tol' security was gona be packin'. Ah'm with th' Sulchar. Cody done tol' me t'come ina dress. Though why ah gotta wear a dress is beyond mah limitted learnin'. Especially if ah'm gona be workin'..." She smirks at that and just looks slightly annoyed. <English>

A glance back to Ivy and Leutrim nods to her with a hint of a smile, "Captain Kelly has already arrived. You will find him with Gerry, Doctor." The tall woman with the sidearms regains Leutrim's attention and he nods, "Let me clear that and I'll pass you through, Miss Kris." He touches something on his belt and then speaks softly into his com mike that is pinned to his collar, "Miss Martin, a woman by the name of Kris has arrived - says she is a member of your crew. Tall red head. Please confirm." The German Shepherd standing at Leutrim's left leg sniffs at the woman but keeps his place. <English>

[MHZ] You transmit, "Miss Martin, a woman by the name of Kris has arrived - says she is a member of your crew. Tall red head. Please confirm." <English>

Rasya arrives from Winchester Repeating Arms - Hera. Rasya has arrived.

Rasya If there is any word to describe Rasya, it would be 'exotic'. She has a natural hair color that is a mix of honey blonde and strawberry blonde which give it a look of nearly orange-red. Her almond-shaped, blue green eyes have a hint of gold around the pupils giving them a cat-like appearance. Her nose follows the feline scheme, having a broad bridge and she has a gentle jaw line, rounding out a very tiger-esque look.

She stands around 6' tall with a curvaceously strong frame as her weight is well distributed on her body with no one area being 'overly endowed.'She doesn't look muscular, though she does have a very amazonian-esque body structure that gives hint that she would be able to hold her own if it came down to it.

Tonight she was dressed in her finest, a floor-length aquamarine halter gown. The sleeveless gown was stunning on her body, the pleated scalloped bodice fit snug from under the armpits to the main curve of her ribcage, with exception to the deep V cut between her breasts which was overlayed with an intricately designed pendant encrusted with various gems and jewels leading up to a gold chain which served as the halter piece, tying in the back. The gathered empire waist was loose in all the right places, yet still hugs her dangerous curves in all the right places. The thin, silken fabric flows with her steps, leaving nothing for the mind to wonder when she walks. You can clearly make out the outline of her silhouette.

[MHZ] Cody says, "Confirmed. Kris is part of our crew, and I asked her to check in with you." <English>

[MHZ] You transmit, "Thank you. I'm passing her through." <English>

Ivy laughs and and passes through to find the Captain. She sends a wave toward Kris and then looks briefly toward Lee and Aelfred. Hell, she'd like to stay and play with the dog. Who wouldn't? Nice lawn, it would be fun to roll around with...her gaze drifts away from Lee and she shakes her head. Nope, best stay focused on work doctor. "Thank you, Leutrim." Still, can't blame a girl for looking back again before she wanders into the party. Nice soft grass. <English>

Rasya heads through the exit labeled <NE> Lounge. Rasya has left.

Some kind of reply comes over his ear bud and then Leutrim nods to Kris, "You are all clear, ma'am, but we are asking for firearms to be discreetly concealed, if possible." <English>

Ivy heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Ivy has left.

Although Leutrim is busy doing his job, -Aelfred- notices Lee! The dog at once opens his mouth, long pink tongue lolling out in what can only be a canine SMILE. The tail has come up and the German Shepherd looks like he just focused on a long lost friend. <English>

Nysacire arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Nysacire has arrived.

Jame arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Jame has arrived.

A single eyebrow lifts at Leutrim's words and Kris just stares at him a moment before she looks down at herself. "Discretely concealed? Where? Yer th' smart folks who done tol' me t'wear a gorram dress." She pauses to pull one of the sidearms from her shoulder holster and begins pushing the sidearm between her cleavage, unfortunately while her breasts are large, they aren't THAT large and the hilt is still seen. "Ah reckon ah could be wearin' mah jacket unless y' gotta better idear?" She's not the brains of her outfit, that's for certain. The sidearm is pulled from her cleavage and she slips it into her shoulder holster again. <English>

Leutrim's eyes go a bit wide at Kris trying to shove one of her side arms down the front of her dress, "Ma'am! No, no... I mean ... like a hand bag." Good Lord. "Yes, a dress jacket would be just fine." Whew. Talk about startling the security man. Then a wave to pass Kris on through, "Miss Martin can assist you if needed. Thank you." My goodness, what an interesting night this is proving to be. <English>

Jame

Not overly tall, yet slender, this woman is graceful and sleek. Her hair is pulled up, away from her face in a casual, yet elegant style. Natural curls of bronze, auburn and golden teasing the sides of her cheeks and the nape of her exposed neck in a soft, sensual look. Soft ivory is her skin with the merely smattering of freckles sprinkled across her nose. Eyes wide and sensual are her best feature, their golden brown depths seeming to gleam softly in any light with a feral cast. With a narrow face and almost pointed chin, she seems almost as delicate as a doll, yet still giving the impression of strength and capability. Today her skin is lightly touched with cosmetics, the feral eyes lightly lined in kohl, enhancing the golden depths and giving a romantic tinge to her sensitive features. Lips softly brushed with color, a light gloss making her lips almost pout into an almost smile - her whole face touched with golden touches of light giving the usually bland features a softened, romantic edge. She is dressed in a gown of golden, highlighting the tawniness of her hair and making her eyes stand out golden. The gown is an off-the-shoulder number that traces the femininity of her curves and delves into a deep decolletage, revealing cleavage otherwise previously unseen. A trim waist is shown off to perfection in the golden fabric, while a long slit revealed the musculature and elegant curves of her thigh and calf to view. Shown in slight flashes to view, is the matching high heels of her open-toed stillettos, boosting her height by about 3 inches. Over this all, and hung from the crooks of her arms is a silken shawl of a lighter tawny color, casually hanging down her back.

.--[Carrying]-- | - iComm - 10136 '--------------

Ever wonder what happens to those children that are locked away for years on end and then suddenly thrown into society? Well, Nysacire can easily be a best representation of those.. with all her really lame disguise glory. It never really occured to her that only changing clothes and dying her red couldn't really fool to whom she is. Nor did it ever occur to her that keeping her lips sealed shut should be done in order to at least slightly heighten the disguise bit. Hands dove deep into the pockets of her hoodie, the boots continue to beat down onto the ground in a slow, wary pace as the eyes narrowed to flicker around the area at large - until coming to spot a very familiar, yet old fase: Kris. Dum de dum. A high-pitched squeel rises from the intoxicated blonde gone red-head as her call of greeting or.. something. <English>

Nysacire

The female that stands before you appears to be in her early twenties, though she has far more experience then her age lets on. She stands at a height of 5'7". Natural red wavey locks of hair fall freely to her middle back. Her eyes catch the most attention. A shade of emerald that twinkles even when in complete darkness. Her eyes are emphasized by black eyeliner. Her face is gifted with soft features, with never a harsh line nor wrinkle, holding steadfast to the youth that she possesses. The nose holds no center peak to it, only to lightly cascade downwards into the lightly flared nostrils. Lusciously full lips curve across her features, a natural pale mauve colour usually but have been painted over with a ruby lipstick.

She wears on her person a simple black hoody, manufactured perhaps on Londinum from the look of it. The long-sleeved cover is blank, free of any lettering or obtrusively identifying marks. One long, single compartment is sewn into the front of the thing like a pocket, making it easy for her to warm her hands and rub them together in private. The left arm is secured within a black sling. The hood is wide enough, of course, to fit over the head of anyone who wore the sweat shirt, and with a drawstring to pull it tight. Tight, bleached jeans cover her hips and legs, again seeming to have been pulled straight from Londinum fashion catalogues, and she wears work boots on her feet. In another time the whole ensemble might have been called ratty, but now in the core, specifically on Londinum itself, they make a statement. That statement is 'uniquely conformist,' although it certainly could be more unique on the border and definitely on the rim, where more function is needed than fashion.

.--[Carrying]-- | - Worn on the left hand's ring finger. | `(Metal Ring - 16852) | - A small earpiece located in her right ear. | `(iComm - 9652) '--------------

At the last minute, Lee seems to think it prudent to /not/ leap out in front of Leutrim and Aelfred and all but stick his face into the dog's to be summarily bitten off. Wisely taking his place at the back of the line, and folding his hands into the small of his back, Lee tips his head back momentarily to patiently study the sky, perhaps the Hera constellations if there are any to be had. So it's with a startled smile that he looks back down to notice the German Shepherd razzing him with the Tongue of Recognition. He almost laughs, but the breath catches and a mere semi-formal, semi-respectful "Ahoy Donnchadh" pops out. He doesn't quite leap out in front of the dog and the dog's master now, as stoop from where he is a couple of persons down the line, pat his knees, and make a doofus-face at Aelfred. "Hey Pooch hey pooch hey pooch." There's a tint of desolation in Lee's tone that perhaps only a sensitive animal could hear. He needs this, somehow. <English>

Jame walks into the room with a casual stride, her brown eyes scanning the area with some caution, but mostly curiosity. A guard stops her just inside the room and offers to pat her down. At that, she eyes him firmly, one eyebrow shooting upwards, as if to say wordlessly, no funny business mister, before she drops the shawl from her shoulders and opens her arms in a 'be my guest' motion. Eyeing the ceiling as he does his cursory inspection, she does snap her teeth in a threatening manner when his hand slides a bit too close to certain untouchable areas. Either the snap of teeth or the warning growl under her breath warns him off and she is passed through. Smiling sweetly, she gives a bow of her head as she passes through, trailing the shawl along the floor. <English>

Jame heads through the exit labeled <NW> Estate. Jame has left.

Zachary arrives from Serenity View - Hera. Zachary has arrived.

Zachary

You see a lean figure of a man, broad of shoulder and sturdily built (Height: 5'8" and weight 160 lbs.) His thick chocolate brown hair barely touches the collar of his shirt and is prematurely gray at the temples with threads of silver mingled throughout. Apparently no stranger to the outdoors or hard work, his complexion is lightly bronzed. His face is somewhat ovoid in shape and tapers to a strong jaw line. His nose is not hawkish, but has a slight sharpness in its angle. Set above, his intense hazel eyes seem to change their color depending on the light and colors that he wears. framed with full dark lashes, they reflect intelligence and kindness, creasing at the corners when he laughs and above them, thick eyebrows the color of his hair. Below his nose, his upper lip is slightly thinner than the lower and his chin has a shallow cleft.

Zachary is wearing a white silk long-sleeved shirt and a western style black string tie at his neck with a hammered silver eagle at its clasp. Over the shirt he wears a black vest with silver threads inlaid within the material. A silver pocket watch chain gleams in the light. His trousers are dove gray and pleated in the front. He wears a pair of black cowboy boots shined to a high gloss.

.--[Carrying]-- | - iComm - 16887 | - Medpac - 18012 '--------------

There is a rather languid smile at Leutrim's expression and Kris simply grins, amused. It's fun pushing lines. "Aye.. ah reckon tha'd work." She begins to move past the security section and Leutrim before she pauses in her tracks at the high-pitched squeal. Eyes widen slightly before she spins on a heel to face that 'Greeting', as if she's not sure it is who she thinks it is. "Huh, the people y'run into at fancy parties..", she mumbles to herself, taking a moment to drop her cigarette and stamp it out with a twist of her foot to make sure it's really out. She does take a few steps away from the line to let others through and waves a hand at Nysacire. "Yo..", she offers with a crooked grin. <English>

Lee

Here we have a young male specimen of Caucasian stock, tall, trim, and oh so pretty. A long tapered face sets the stage for starry blue eyes and smudgy lashes under winging dark brows, a finely sculpted nose and strong chin, and between these a full, soft-lipped line of mouth. Good genes. Framing this picture of adulthood in bloom is shining brown hair in a side-parted sweep across his forehead, the thick lengths flicking over his ears and licking outwards in soft ornamentation. Damn good genes. A notable flaw though, if you will: A mild case of Strabismus in the left eye contributes to a somewhat spacey expression when Lee is not focusing. And underneath the otherwise healthy glow of youth, the skin around the eyes has a darkened, hollowed cast, a probable sign of stress or sleeplessness. A black matador-cut suit jacket, high-waisted black slacks, and pristine white shirt with a priest-collar is the current ensemble in this rare phase of rabid formality. The short coat is a combination of soft leather mantle about the shoulders, and matte suede for the rest, subtle patterns of coiled embroidery creating added visual interest under brighter lighting. The trousers are a smooth black sateen blend, hugging down the waist, hips and thighs, before dropping with straight economy to rest neatly over black leather shoes, low heels putting his height an inch or so shy of six feet. A silky scarf of grey and apricot paisley drapes his long neck beneath the jacket for a splash of colour. There is a touch of pride or vanity obvious in the boy's bearing, something in the way his chin lifts, and the expressive line of his shoulders. He appears to be unarmed.

.--[Carrying]-- | - iComm - 17526 '--------------

Leutrim's gaze is captured by Aelfred's change in attitude, and his pale eyes follow the dog's focus to alight upon Lee. A nice warm smile in greeting, then Leutrim steps out of the security checkpoint line to go to the younger man, "Hey, Lee.... come on in. I just got a call over the com that I'm needed inside. Security here can see the rest of these people are checked and cleared." Aelfred of course sticks close to Leu's left leg but does not go to Lee until Leutrim does himself. The dog is working and on duty, and the police dog knows his place. A hand is waved towards the north east and Leu starts to head that way, beconning Lee, "Come on. We are missing the party. You cleaned up nice." <English>

Zachary checks his coat and vest while he patiently waits in the line. <English>

You take Aelfred.

Log Edit to cut to Ballroom --------------------------

You head through the exit labeled
Ballroom. You are entering Winchester Estate - Ballroom - Hera.

 Winchester Estate - Ballroom - Hera                                 =>Hera<=

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With its numerous skylights and the row of towering vertical picture window wrapping around the northern facing wall with a pair of French doors leading out onto the outdoor patio, the Dining room's sister feels more amenable. Cherry wood tongue and grove paneled walls intermingle with burgundy wall paper embroidered with an elegant floral print, while the sheen on the large raised wood floor is bare of any furniture and is reflective under any light, telling onlookers that it is kept polished and ready to accommodate over seventy dancing couples comfortably.

Jutting out from the center of the eastern wall is a large performing dais arranged with several posh, wood-carved chairs with goose down cushions for instrumentalists comfort. These chairs are arranged to give a wide berth to the grand French organ nestled in the center of the stage where it meets the wall. Flanking it on either corner are two large seating alcoves where groups can take in both the sights of the room while enjoying the music as it flows through this acoustically-perfect room.

Nestled in the northwestern corner is a grand staircase that leads up to an long indoor balcony that overlooks the entire expanse of the room below, letting a person stand at the same level as the magnificent crystal and polished brass chandelier which hangs down from the center of the ceiling, before going south into a hallway.

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=>Players<=
Leutrim                                Jame                                   
Ivy <idle>                             Eugene                                 
Dale                                   Nolan                                  
Carmichael                             Anastasiya                             
Wayde                                  Evalyn                                 
Gerry                                  Reilly                                 
Cody <idle>                            Maija                                  
Itzal                                  Kennedy <idle>                         
Marc                                   Jade                                   
Lyn                                    Patandy                                
Morgan                                 Adrian                                 
Baltimore                              Amber <idle>                           
Packard                                Winchester                             
Josephine <idle>                      
=>Exits<=
<PL>     Plantation                    <DR>     Dining Room                   
<VE>     Vestibule

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Lee arrives from Winchester Estate - Vestibule - Hera. Lee has arrived.

You drop Aelfred.

"Go right ahead, Balt," Cody says, with a wave and a smile. Hey, maybe now she can get her blush back under control. Stars above, that man has quite a way with words he does. And she thought Rodney was bad. She starts to move now, making her way through the crowd, but just calmly and slowly. A glance to the weapons up there for bid, and yeah, that's really quite interesting. Still, she then continues to watch the people, her gaze following Baltimore for a bit thoughtfully. And as the bidding takes off, she continues to watch various people. <English>

Following Eugene and Dale, Amber asks "Eva?" in a mildly curious tone before deftly steering towards the bar. "Either of you want to bid, by the way?" <English>

Evalyn gives Anastasiya a deadly (if somewhat playful!) glare, as though this much money were all a game. Either the woman was terribly loaded, or 'hubris' was a heavy understatement. "2200!" she calls out, even as she slips the icomm from her hand and discretely holds it just over her shoulder, against her neck. <English>

Jame walks into the room, then shifts over to stand just beside the door letting her eyes drift over the details of the room in a slow scan, while still keeping out of the way of traffic. A fixed smile on her lips, she does a couple of slow blinks, in assimilation of the information before she starts to move further within the room - gracefully shifting between the milling throng with a surprising deftness, as she still looks to see a familiar face. <English>

With the bidding going on, Balt figures he /actually/ ought to pipe down. No reason to get some fella with a fresh, fancy new gun angry at you for speaking while he was trying to bid and costing said gun-toting bidder an extra hundred credits. He stops behind the crowd. He leans in to talk. "Saw the lot of you and though I ought to make a hello. Then this all started. Makes a fella look impolite." The bids are reaching four digits, and he zips lip. <English>

"2000 now from the Captain of the Tienlong fleet..." William goes on to call, smiling that charming smile. "Do I hear higher? Yes..." he pauses, motioning to Evalyn. "2200! Anyone else?" <English>

Marc whistles a little, and hmmms to himself. He lofts his brows as Evalyn bids 2200, and falls silent for now. <English>

A fleeting glance is passed over towards Evalyn's direction as the out-bid comes her way. A smirk unravels from Anastasiya as she glances back over towards the auctioneer. Once more, Anastasiya's hand rises upwards in order to make another bid. "2500." <English>

Zachary arrives from Winchester Estate - Vestibule - Hera. Zachary has arrived.

Evalyn's little icomm buzzes slightly, and the woman jerks her head to look at Anastasiya, almost as though reacting to the device rather than the voice. She stares at the woman for a few good seconds, before nodding. "2501!" she calls out happily. <English>

"Really dunnae be 'avin' any choice but tae be," Reilly replies. It's a cryptic answer, really, but it's the sum of it. He would much rather be back on board lounging in the common area or somewhere in a nice fluffy bed watching something mindless and silly on the Cortex, but... That isn't an option right now. It might be if he didn't have old personal ties with the host. He doesn't seem terribly interested in the current item up for bid. He leans against his...leaning post and closes his eyes for just a minute or two. "Oh, Dale be bringin' 'is brot'er on board the Deuce, so...no beatin' a strange face wit' a wrench, aye?" <English>

Kris arrives from Winchester Estate - Vestibule - Hera. Kris has arrived.

Lyn gets her drink and starts back towards Morgan. She stops beside him and looks up at the gun, "so what is so great about a hand gun we have a few of them. " she smiles up at Morgan then sips her drink. Going back to paying attention. <English> Morgan smiles to Lyn, "Its a rare weapon.. one I've had my eye on for a while infact." <English>

Dale says, "Don't need too, yet" to Amber. Finally the bar and Evalyn's direction to whom he gives a very sheepish smile which he hopes is an apologetic one. "We're here, finally. I'm really sorry for this, but I kinda got sidetracked. It's a long story." he falls quiet as the bidding seems to have started and passes a note to the bartender for something to drink. <English>

Kennedy would seem to not be paying attention to Itzal at all, but for that she responds to his words. "Probably a good thing I'm not wearing boots tonight then, huh, Flyboy?" But her eyes are locked to Damian, and more important, the man leaving Damian's side. Her gaze splits off the noble to follow Nolan's progression to the sidelines of teh room, before they return to Carmichael with a silent question arching her brow. Whatever notion crossed her mind is being shaken away, and she's dragging her gaze back to Itzal, "I am sorry you had to air out your suit." <English>

Now that the mjority of guests seem to have arrived and the new arrivals are dropping off to fewer and fewer, Leutrim can -finally- come in! Turning the security checkpoint over to others of House Bennet, he finally enters into the ballroom. Yes, with Aelfred by his left leg. The police dog is on duty and working tonight and knows it. Seeing that the bidding is already in progress, Leutrim says nothing but hesitates just a moment inside to have a careful look around. He says something softly into his icomm mike even as his pale grey eyes slip over the busy room. Looking for someone in particular, perhaps? <English>

William chuckles as the bid war continues between the two ladies, his hands gesturing between the two. "2200... No, now it's 2501! Do we have any other bidders down there?" <English>

Taking a sip off his scotch, Wayde releaxes among the crowd as the bidding war is escalating. Even though he had one and home and would love a mate to go with it, he decided his money would be better off for much more charitable things. <English> Slipping into the ballroom discretely is an extremely tall, brilliantly red-haired woman. Kris. She lingers towards the back and slowly begins to move along the side, pale yellow eyes sliding over people as she goes. Seems she's not really listening to the auction at all. <English>

Anastasiya's head dips down a few fractions of an inch as the eyes once more move towards the direction of Evalyn as the bid is raised by a mere credit. A passing sigh falls past the mauve coloured tiers before another bid rings out. "2800." The lithe arms snake upwards, coiling within one another across her abdomen. <English> [621.82 MHZ] You transmit, "Donnchadh here. I'm in the ballroom. New arrivals are dwindling - security is continueing to check them through. All clear so far." <English>

Evalyn makes a little face, wrinkles up her nose. "Oh. She's totally cheatin', I'm out." The icomm is removed from her neck, as she approaches the bar again, slowly. <English>

Marc mumbles a bit before, "2850." He calls, way to one up her Marc! <English>

Jade keeps up with Lyn and stands at a reasonable distance behind her, "That's a SIG-Sauer P220 . It's an amazin' gun. I'd give up three of my pistols just to get my hand on just one." She awes at the weapon. <English>

Lyn hears Jade, "4000" she calls if the girl wants the gun so be it. <English>

"There's other things besides that can make a fellow look impolite," Damian offers to Baltimore, giving a demure sip of his fruity number, lips pursed around the straw and cheeks sucked in, a languid look cast upon the proceedings. He murmurs around the edge of the straw, out of the corner of his mouth: "Anything you were fancying bidding on? Got a whole bunch of suits for the crew, thinking maybe of kitting out a little more tonight, if I can catch Wichester when he's not frazzled. Four thousand? Holy handgrenades..." <English>

Itzal chuckles softly hearing her words, his head shaking slowly as his eyes of dark blue slowly move over the room. His attention slowly returning to kennedy. "Its more then fine, Its nice to get out once and awhile and look all sorts of nice. Besides who am I to say no to a request from such a respectable woman?" His brow slowly lifting in question as he looks to her before slowly looking over the crowd once more searching out a familiar face or two though doubting it. "Just figured I would offer to get ya a drink after..With no other hidden meanings or suggestions.." A shrug of his shoulders given. <English>

A slender eyebrow arches upwards at the mention of 'cheating', though within a moment's time is her attention turning back onto the pedastol as the bids continue to increase. "4200.", comes the bid passing through Anastasiya's lips. <English> William hand moves down towards Anya... then over to Marc as he makes a bid... then moves over to Lyn. "I hear 4000 from Lady Grant..." he pauses, then moves back to the Tienlong captain. "4200 now!" <English>

Marc was all grins and cigarette smoke before he was butchered by the bastards with 4000 credits. "Bastards." Marc mumbles into his drink. <English>

Cody catches sight of who is bidding, and she smiles slightly. Not a surprise in many ways. She tilts her head a bit, hearing the announcement on the icomm, but continues along her way. Her path takes her along to where Leutrim and Aelfred are, at least eventually. She nods respectfully as she passes folks in attendance, a polite smile on her face, but then she continues along her way, towards the bar. <English>

Carmichael tests his Spot against a 100 difficulty. The result is unsuccessful (-43).

Balt smirks at Carmichael's offer as the bidding nears 5K. "Picked up something I fancy more just yesterevening." He shakes his head. "Suppose I can give you a poke," he looks at the fruitiest drink in the world and reconsiders his phrasing, "just tell you if something's got an interest to it. A kindness though, for true." <English>

Evalyn gives something of a salute to Dale, as she approaches him. "Oy. Totally late, gonna kick yer ass." She gives an odd look to Patandy, before smiling to her. "Hope he's not sayin' he'll be with you. He's gay. Or my date. I'm not sure which, but you totally can't have 'im, 'cause he's mine, an' all that sorta stuff. Dale-- c'mon, buy me a drink, we're getting /guns/." A fierce and almost insane glint lights up her face, like a small child on Christmas eve. "You too, Genie-- 'less you're gonna go be all kissy with Leu-Leu. Shit, I /knew/ there was a reason I came here." <English>

Jame narrows her eyes slightly as she shifts between two slightly intoxicated guests, almost seeming to dance a pirouette, before she spies out a fast glimmer of a face she recognizes. A flash of a smile crosses her lips as she moves over to Itzal and Kennedy, almost sneaking up behind them, in the din of the room. However, at the last moment, she seems to rethink and shifts into their view, flicking a wave. "Dare I ask if the weapons being auctioned are worth it?" she asks, more to Kennedy than to Itzal. <English>

Maija remains off to one side of the room, listening to and watching the bidding with the air of a woman amusedly interested. A glass of champagne has found its way into her hand, though only occasional sips are taken. <English>

Reilly's attention is a little more centered on the auction when he notices that Anya's in a pretty high stakes bidding war for the object in question. For a brief moment he actually ponders screaming out a bid of his own and the fact is written all over his face! But, the moment of childish rivalry comes and goes quickly enough. He pulls a way from Gerry a little, but reaches down to take the Engineer's hand once again. He snakes his way carefully through the crowd to approach the red headed Captain of the Tienlong and...just stand there. <English>

Morgan waits patiently while the bidding proceeds, watching the ladies bid against each other. He looks to Lyn as she bids and offers her a smile, then looks back to Winchester and raises his hand to bid again, "5,000 credits sir." <English>

As the moment seems to stand still, William continues to smile and he manages to get out, "4200 going once..." but is cut off as another bid comes in. "No... now 5000 credits!" <English>

"Well, since I'm knowin' he's nae gay," Pat says to Evalyn with a small smile, "I shall nae push any position and reliquish any said claim of a dance this evenin'." She tugs on Dale's arm a little. "Say hi to Ivy for me." Giving a small curtsy to the troupe there she gets a glass of wine for herself and heads back to her own crew. <English>

Multitasking is a must of a Captain - espically with one that is in charge of a large 'flock'. Thus while her attention rests upon the auctioneer, the eyes continue to hold within their girth the movements from around her. The approach of Reilly and Gerry receive a tip of her head along with the faintest of a smile. There's a glint within those crystaline blue orbs that speak of mischief, and the unknown that lurks within the deep recesses of her mind. As the bid once more rises, so does Anastasiya as the silver-tongued Russian brings it to life. "5200." <English>

Zachary steps into the ballroom with another crowd of guests and hovers near the entrance to discern where things are. After a few minutes, he nods and wanders further into the room while curiously watching the other guests. He recognizes only a few of them - Baroness Kennedy, Dale, Ivy, and jame being chief among them. To each, he gives a polite nod when there's some hope that they will see his small gesture of recognition. <English>

Lee tags alongside Leutrim, having to accept that the brief ~moment~ he had with the man's dog must tide him over until another time. That sounded a little suspect, didn't it. Oh good. Lee parts company with the security officer, with a polite, "I'll catch up when you're not so busy," and a quick lean-in to assure the man that he looks exceedingly smart and smashing in his pressed blue/gold uniform and crested armor. Not in so many words, though. It was more like: "The gold piping? Wicked hot. Keep movin' though, 'r someone might mistake you for a chaise lounge." He forges off into the crowd, hunting for something or someone in particular. <English>

Ivy moves through the crowd ignoring the auction, she looks briefly over the people she knows offering a smile and a nod, but she moves toward Gerry and Reilly. Yes, she'll give her brother a little peace tonight, she's got another one to torment if he ever makes it to the party. Passing Dale, she says, "Sebastian takes longer to get dress than you do!" She continues past him having given the update. The Captain of the Red Deuce is her victim, and she'll continue to circle until she finds him. Reilly is just having too much fun...gotta check on his health and make sure everything is going well. <English>

Coming to a stop at the back of the room, Kris wraps her arms around her waist as she stands there watching the room. Her gaze sweeps thoughtfully over people one by one, although stops as she sees Cody. A quirk of her lips is given, amusement dancing in her pale eyes as she stares a moment. It's a brief moment though, and her attention is drawn back to the room in general. For once, she's actually not smoking a cigarette. <English>

Morgan grins slightly as Anastasiya outbids him again, he raises his hand again, "10,000 credits Mr Winchester." he turns to Anastasiya and nods his head to her in a slight bow. <English>

Dale just has to laugh at Evalyn's comment, "Boobs are good too..." he mutters, he was about to introduce.."This is---" But then he's supposed to get drinks, uh, yeah." he gets drinks because the only thing that he needs right now is in possession of the bartender to whom he delivers a hopeful look. Like he hopes the man will be kind enough to give him a double, maybe a tripple? "Yeah, dance ..." Is all he can manage at the moemnt. <English>

Adrian cocks an eyebrow. "Ten k! Someone really wants that old beauty.." <English>

"I now hear 5200 credits... Back to the Captain of the Tienlong fleet..." William interjects, continuing to smile as he begins a count. "5200 going once..." Again, there is a pause as another bid comes in. "10,000 credits to Hunter Kenderick of the Gaelic Gypsy Arms Company... Going once..." <English>

Packard says in English, "Holy Hotdogs in a hopscotching Hoosis however he happens ... daaaaamn~!"

"I wouldn't put my wrenches at risk on some strange face. Got perfectly good fists." Of course breaking those would probably make working hard, too. Gerry sips slowly at his drink. He wants that thing to last for a good long while just as much as he wants to go refill it. When Reilly starts leading him through the crowd, he just follows, trying to pay as little attention to the crowd as possible. He recognizes Anastasiya, but says not a thing. <English> Jade shakes her head with a chuckle, "Okay... Ten thousand is a bit much..." She continues to shake her head as the bidding continues. <English>

Lifting left hand upwards, it comes to fold across her mouth as a small yawn is formed. Lowering it back down beside her, she glances once more over towards Reilly and Gerry. "Ten thousand is more than I paid for the Starshot 50 and the Thompson." Anastasiya rolls a single shoulder in a half-shrug before looking onto Morgan. A tilt of her head as she silently submits. <English>

Evalyn raises an eyebrow, before snickering some at Dale. "Should I ask, or is this one of them 'don't bother' things? Either way, you cin' go dance witch'er girlfriend another time," she says, almost slipping into imitating the other woman's dialect. "We gotta win us some guns, first, 'fore I scamper off." She starts to tag along with Dale, sort of shifting from one foot to the other as she comes to a halt near the bar again. <English>

The lull continues a moment as William waits a moment, then calls out. "10,000 credits going twice..." <English>

Tilting her head slightly, Amber's gaze flickers between Dale, Eugene, and Evalyn as she attempts to catch the dynamic. That failing, she consults her glass, and the contents thereof, while listening to the auction. <English>

Ariving back with her crew, Pat swirls her wine after sipping it a couple of times and actually looking a little... depressed. Which is pretty wierd if you know Pat. "So are we actually gonna buy a pistol for 10,000 plus?" she asks. "Must be a damn good pistol." <English>

Josephine continues to stand there off to the side letting William have his room. She takes a couple more steps to stand by the Lords mother and sisters, quietly holding conversations with them while everyone else focus' on the auction. <English>

Eugene smiles at Amber, canting her head slightly to whisper something to the other woman. Then she grins wolfishly at Evalyn, watching her lay claim to the rather popular Lambsey. "Oh, Eva.. this is Amber, she works here with Leu. Amber, my boss, Evalyn." polite introductions done, Genie turns herself back to the bar, to order her own drink. <English>

"Ye can buy a shuttle fer less t'an t'at," Reilly offers. That's a little rich for his blood, too. Not that he was interested in that particular item to begin with. Ivy's circle of the room will, eventually, find the Deuce's Captain standing next to Anya and leaning against his big old leaning post of an Engineer once again. ...and he doesn't really appear to be having all that much fun, if only because his current state of health is dampering it somewhat. <English>

Amber smiles at Evalyn, as something finally clicks, and her fingers flicker in greeting. "Pleased to be introduced properly." <English>

"Sold to Hunter Kenderick for 10,000 credits!" William declares, snapping the fingers of his right hand to end the bidding for the first lot. "Congratulations to you, Hunter. Please, come on up and join myself and my escort so you may collect your prize." <English>

Balt leans in to whisper come to Carmichael, then brings his attention back to the auction. <English> Jade looks back at Pat, "What, get rejected or somethin'?" She gives the women a pat on the shoulder before looking back to the auction, "It's an extremely good weapon. At least that's what I've heard. It's too rare so I've never touched one." <English>

Ivy stops near Reilly, doesn't actually seem she's going to give the captain of the Red Deuce that hard of a time. Her voice is even soft and not even a hint of her so shrill it's gonna killya note creeps into her question, "Did you take your pain medication, Reilly?" He could lie to her, but she's looking him over for tell-tale signs of pain. <English>

Evalyn smirks back at Eugene, watching she and her partner as they converse; she bobs her head at the greeting, giving a happy little "Pleased to meet you"...though her face almost contorts in shock at Amber's response. "Oh. Uh." She stares at the woman for a moment or two, as she grins rakishly, lifts her right hand, and responds in kind-- fingers contorting and dancing across the air liquidly. <English>

Morgan nods and looks to Lyn and his crewmates. "Scuse me a moment folks." then moves up to Winchester as directed. He offers his hand to Mr. Winchester, "A pleasure to meet you sir, and a fine event you've got yourself. If you have a quick moment after the sale is finalized, I would like to make a personal request?" he smiles politely and bows to Maija. <English> Patandy shakes her head at Jade. "Nae so much. Dinnae worry 'bout it." she says, then downs the rest of her glass in one shot, placing the empty glass on a passing servant's tray. "So, tha's done... 10,000 for a gun tha' can nae be worth tha' much." <English>

Carmichael gives Baltimore a smile. It's one of those smiles that says 'I know what you were thinking there' because it's measured out with a waggle of the cocktail and a totally nonchalant snicker. "Ten grand. Sometimes, it's worth it, I suppose." -- he leans in to listen to the chief's murmur, nodding faintly and looking to the man and across the room at faces in the crowd. He murmurs something back and waggles his now-empty drink with a sigh, handing it off to a server and taking something distinctly more masculine; red wine. His eyes find Maija after a moment; she was obscured, but when visible shines like a beacon in the black... and he stares a good few, breath held... and away again. <English>

Lee's ears perk up to the call of.. ten thousand credits. Holy Mudder o' God, he lip-syncs, then grumbles, "Guns're worth more'n people." Well duhh. He cranes his head in spite of himself to catch a glimpse of the particular firearm on the block before it is gone forever in someone's vault. "Must fire doubloons," he arrs. Back to cruising, though. He's getting closer, he knows it. He can smell the relative poverty in the air over a certain spot in the ballroom. <English>

Kennedy mouthes a, "Respectable." In echo to Itzal's words, but her attention is pulled away by the appearance of Jame. "That all depends on how bad you want that particular piece. People are apt to do foolish things, all for want. But I can tell you, not all the bidding is for the weapon. I guarantee there's a bit of feather fluffing. Much like a peacock." She smiles a bit. <English>

Up at the bar, Cody glances over the barkeeper, flashing a smile and turning down any offer of a drink. That's easy enough. The amount of money spent on the gun gets a wide eyed look from the tech - and she thought the shuttles were bad back a while ago. Ah well, she's not set up to bid today. Not at all. She starts away from the bar, heading towards the back of the room, where she catches sight of Kris. A smile crosses her face at that. "Yo, Kris," she greets the other woman. "Seen anything worth mentioning?" <English>

William extends out a hand to Morgan, shaking it in congratualtions as he continues to smile at the man. "Perhaps after the auction is complete, we may have a moment to speak of business," he says in a low voice, directing his attention to Josephine, whom is currently off to his side with the firearm the man has purchased. "If you will please verify everything with Miss Bovie, she'll release your weapon into your custody." <English>

Josephine smiles softly as she steps forward, holding her hand out for Morgan's permit. "Hello Hunter." She says softly, giving him a nod from her head. <English>

Morgan nods, "Thank you very much sir. I look forward to speaking with you later then." he turns to Josephine, and supresses a grin, "Evening.. Miss Bovie." as he provides her with his permit for the weapon. <English>

Dale gets drinks, looking slightly shell-shocked. He puts one in Evalyn's hand and downs his drink in it's entirety. He glances at Marc but has a feeling the man is probably not going to be no help at all this evening. He asks the bartender for a refill. He looks at Eugene, that's who he's supposed to be keeping an eye on this evening, uh yeah. Then, happy day! He sees Cody. A bright smile is offered in her direction. Now only one person left to find. He may have to resort to the com for this one. But first, another drink. Yes. <English>

Maija is some ways away from Morgan - she's not near Winchester. But upon seeing Morgan's bow, she dips her head in one of those gentle little nods, her smile warm. Of course, being who she is, she doesn't approach. For the moment - she hasn't seen Carmichael. <English>

Itzal's head slowly turns hearing the familiar voice. His lips parting for a moment as he licks them before speaking. "Feather fluffing indeed.." A soft chuckle leaving him before he speaks once more. His eyes slowly traveling over jame's new fancy dress. "Well..For every beauty it is said there is a eye to see it..And I sure as hell am not sure if I should believe mine right now.." A playful grin moving across his lips and a wink given to jame before his head slowly shakes then looking back to kennedy. "Well yes, respectable Baroness.." <English>

Josephine nods her head as she smiles softly. "Your permit checks, thank you kindly... the credits please?" <English>

Alaren arrives from Winchester Estate - Vestibule - Hera. Alaren has arrived.

Morgan pays Josephine some money.

Marc lifts his brows at the price that the gun went for, "Whole hell of a lot for a killing implement." Yep, Marc is no help at all, run away whilst still able. "Down on your luck there, home slice?" Marc asks of Dale. <English>

"Aye," Reilly replies with a nod of his head offered along with the word. "I did, earlier today, but it wasnae time fer me next dose before we be leavin' and I be forgettin' tae bring t'em wit' me. I be tellin' Dale tae bring t'em?" He didn't...mean to be 'bad', honest...please no glass shattering volume! All things considered, he really doesn't look that bad. Ivy's trained eye would notice that he's a little tense, tends to be shifting his weight around from one foot to the other a little more than a man normally would. It seems to be more serious discomfort than actual pain. Been on his feet a little too long, perhaps? <English>

Evalyn takes her drink in one hand, while the other continues to animatedly flash at Amber, never once pausing even as the woman takes the alcohol in one big, unhealthy gulp. Every so often she glances towards the stage, as though to ascertain whether another (more desirable, perhaps?) weapon were put on display...but most of her attention is focused on 'conversing' with Amber. <English>

William then turns his attention back to the crowd as the guards shuffle, another one coming up replace the first. "And so... The game continues. What an impressive opening... and for the first lot. Now, we come to the first of our level three permit lots... And one of two lots where the winner collects two firearms... one pistol /and/ a rifle..." he begins. <English>

Balt leans in close to Carmichael as the biding finishes with Morgan waving the pistol around and making requests. "Oh, got us a quite moment here, so a bit of a warning. Sent a box of used condoms to the lab. Needs them some testing. They ain't mine though. What with all the fuss on the cortex about where my hips is rubbing, figure I ought to be waring off any thinking of paternity tests." He stops and considers the item up for auction. It is a beauty. Got shot with one the other day and it hurt. He remind himself to get shot at less in the future. As an afterthought, he adds: "The soiled frilly panties ain't mine neither. " <English>

Morgan takes the weapon from Josephine and smiles, "Thank you." he bows to her and returns to his place amongst his crewmates <English>

Jame opens her mouth in a silent 'ah' at Kennedy's words, then shrugs one shoulder and grins, "All a part of the dance of importance, I am sure. Makes me glad I am on the lower rungs." she remarks, taking a moment to gaze out over at the crowd as the 'prize' is claimed. Turning back, she adds, "Like me da always said, temptation only works in direct proportion to yer pocketbook." her brogue suddenly thick, as she catches Zachary's gaze and returns his wave. Just then, she hears the almost teasing tones of Itzal and she turns to him dead on, warning in her eyes, "Would I take that to mean a compliment, such as, gee y'sure clean up good, Jame' or more along the lines of, 'damn, jame is a girl? who'd a thunk?'..." she asks, then lifts a warning finger, "... think before you answer that one, or shadow isn't just going to be a clever nickname... but all that's left." <English>

Kris's head turns to look down at Cody as she moves up beside her. "'owdy pretty lady..", she says with a crooked grin. Her arms unfold from beneath her chest and she shrugs, looking forward, "Ain't seen nothin' ah would buy. Though ah ain't here fer buyin'. A gun'll kill whatcher aimin' at, if yer aimin' in th' right place, don't need no antique fer shootin'... " Looking back down at Cody, she says, "Nice dress." Ooh so smooth. <English>

Ten-thousand credits...Ten-thousand credits could stock a free clinic to help the sick who can't afford healthcare. Ten-thousand credits could keep a soup kitchen running for a year to feed the people who are too poor to feed themselves. Ten-thousand credits could do a whole lot of good but instead it goes towards vanity, pride and greed and it sickens Wayde to no end. Where once an honest bidding war was going well until someone came in and overkilled it for everyone. Wayde sets his still full glass of scotch on a tray of a passing-by waitress and is so disgusted he could spit but he wouldn't do such a thing in a place that doesn't desrve it. <English>

No glass shattering, Ivy has mercy on her patient tonight. She is digging around her her medical bag and produces two pills. She dispenses them after checking to correctly identify the label. Yep, that's what she prescribed. She eyes Reilly, yes, he's still her patient. She offers the two tablets over to the captain of the Deuce. "All right, my only interest is making sure you've still got enough energy left for tonight." She winks at the captain and smiles at Gerry. "I'd hate to see ya'll primed and ready to go but with no stamina 'cause of hurting too much." <English>

William smiles as he reaches down and flips the latches open on the case, then reaches in with both hands to withdraw the lot items. "Lot two consists of the following... One HK VP70, Military configuation pistol... and One Colt M4A17 Rifle!" <English>

Lyn smiles at Morgan, "just had to out bid her didn't you." she shakes her head, "a bit of competition? Sh elooks over at the woman, "she is cute." <English>

Blink. Course, by now, Cody just grins at Kris, not taking the other woman seriously. "Thanks. Yours is pretty nice too," she says earnestly. "Though I was kinda worried this one wasn't going to fit - I just bought it today." So there. Dale gets a jaunty wave for that grin, but again, Cody is working, so she's leaving the guests to their own devices for the most part. "Can't imagine having that kind of cash to burn," she murmurs. "10 thousand credits, wow." <English>

Evalyn shrugs, presses the buzzing icomm to her neck, and raises an arm; "A thousand!" she calls out, before muttering to her companions; "Might as well take a shot, neh?" <English>

The conversation occuring near her seems to have fallen onto deaf ears. That is until Anastasiya 'clicks' with the reality around her and as a belated response, "Yes, indeed though shuttles.." Those words that were about to pass through her lips come to die down. The corners of her lips curl upwards forming a grateful smile towards Ivy's direction, whom she has never bluntly thanked in the past despite silent needing to. Tilting her gaze up towards Reilly, "You should keep her around as long as you can." Then onto the bidding as the Russian Captain shifts a bit within her stance. "2000." <English>

Morgan smiles to Lyn, "I've always had a liking for this pistol, its a fine weapon. Besides, with the way folks are hitting the bar.." he motions towards the rest of his crewmates "I assumed someone could use a little extra to restock their supplies" he grins "She may be indeed however Lyn.. I will have to speak with her later this evening if the situation arises. She bid well." <English>

Alaren enters the grand room and quietly searches out a familiar face. She spots Kennedy and Jame nearby and edges over in their direction. <English>

Jade chuckles, "A VP70 and a M4, huh?. Got em both already." Yep she's un-interested now, looking to Morgan and his new weapon "Is that for you or Mack? And if it's for you you're letting me shoot it sometime." A Playful grin plays on her lips. <English>

Carmichael's gaze stares straight ahead at Baltimore's little murmur. "Are you absolutely positive the soiled panties weren't yours? The M could have stood for macho," drawled, he coughs singly into the wine. "I'm aware. I noticed that on my cortex transmissions today. Not /entirely/ sure that this is the place to bring up soiled panties and used condoms though, even if we are looking at big guns that shoot lots out." <English>

"If'n I was better wi' rifles I may ask for tha' Colt." Pat says to the area where her companions are. "Though I'm nae, an' nae as good wi' a repeater as I should be." She shrugs. "An' dinnae we already have some o' those?" she asks, then nods at Jade. "Wha' I thought." <English>

Dale gives Marc a dirty look. It's one of those, I'm so getting you for that later expressions, blondie. Ok, the second drink makes things a little better. Yes. Cody's smile washes over him and eases him back into a better mood. He murmurs, "I like colts" without further explanation as to the reasons why. That's anyone's guess. <English>

Morgan chuckles at Jade, "What? let you curse my new precious?" he winks, "You like the pistol as well?" he holds it out to her so she can get a good look at it, but doesn't let her take it as per the rules of the event. <English>

Marc lulls his head back at the next lot, he owned both weapons at one time. But in all reality he was still and asshole, "2100." The jackass. <English>

Kennedy smirks to her collecting crew members. "The trick, my friends, is being the one who owns the toys before going out on the playground to begin with. And now its about time I take my ball, and go home. You all will excuse me?" She bows her head slightly to them all. "Bit of fresh air is in order." <English>

Lyn grins, "can I touch your big gun?" yet she does not reach out to touch it, "it won't go off unexpectedly will it?" she looks to Jade, "we can both play with it. After all Mack is probly going to get stuck with the bill." <English>

Reilly takes the pills and look there! He washes them down with...soda. He didn't even mix his meds with something he shouldn't. It's a rare, rare thing indeed that a doctor manages to get the Captain to comply as easily as Ivy has since St. Albans. "Well," he offers up to both women, "...it isnae likely she will be stickin' around. Startin' up a clinic on Persephone. Good work t'at, not me place tae keep 'er from it." A beat of a pause and he asks, "Did all t'at work out fer ye? Ye need anyt'in'? Cred? Equipment?" <English>

Itzal's grin only grows hearing jame's words and her threat. His head slowly tilts as he looks at her as if lost in thought for a moment before he answers her. "Jame, Beauty is a lady you notice..And I do believe I noticed you." A wink given to her before he continues. "You look wonderful tonight..Honestly ya do.." His head slowly lifts as kennedy announces she is going to return to the ship. "Do you wish me to accompany you back to the ship kennedy?" His brow lifting in question as his dark blue eyes watch her for a moment. <English>

Patandy grins at Morgan. "Well, since I dinnae curse things, can I play wi' it when we get back ta th' ship?" she asks. "An' I think I'll stick wi' my MP5k for now as my main sidearm." <English>

And so it begins again as a series of bids are made. His hand motions towards the current bid leader, "2100 is the current highest bid... Do I hear more?" he asks the crowd. <English>

The index finger begins to tap across her arm as a thought occurs onto her. Murmurings pass through Anastasiya's lips as she speaks into the icomm's recieving end. Another glance passed over to Ivy and Reilly, the former deeming more of her attention as her own bidding comes to cease. "If you ever do need any help with the clinic, do let me know. I have five doctors that are twitching for things to do along with hard workers that are becoming lazy as of late." <English>

Evalyn grins, and playfully winks at Marc, as she gleefully calls out: "2101!" Never mind the silliness of bidding against your own company! <English>

Lee brushes past a great many important fish on his way closer to Baltimore, but it doesn't net him much more than a few curious stares. Which baffles the boy a bit - when the adverts for these big shindigs talk about how one will be ~Rubbing Shoulders With The Creme de la Creme of the 'Verse~, it sounds like something magical is bound to come of it. Friction heat.. a musical number.. or a least the appearance of a unicorn rainbow slide. Disappointing! His hand comes up, pats over the front of his jacket to feel the reassuring outline of something small and tucked away in a lining pocket. "Ahoy Balt. Drunk yet?" Because a drunk Balt is a fun Balt. <English>

Morgan nods again, "Once we get back to the ship, you can all take a closer look at it. I would allow you to see it here but the rules do not permit it. No offense of course." he smiles to the crew <English>

There was a soft laugh for Lee's comment before he and Leutrim parted company in the busy ballroom. Then Leutrim faded into the crowd for some while, doing his rounds and keeping an eye on things. It takes a while to wend his way through the expansive room full of guests, nodding politely to some he knows. Passing behind Baltimore and Lord Carmichael, Leu glances over at Balt's recap of the contents of a certain box and it makes Leutrim try not to chuckle. Continuing on his way slowly through the crowd with Aelfred heeling at his left left, Leutrim finally pauses to look over towards Lord Winchester and Josephine before his pale eyes skim on, slipping from face to face. Seems there is a congratulatory crowd around Morgan. But where is ... ah, there's Eugene over there with Amber. A few moments later, Leutrim eases up near to the ladies and then just stands quietly, easedropping perhaps. <English>

Jame sees Alaren making her way over and smiles, offering a slight wave of her hand. She then focuses her attention fully on Kennedy as she makes her comment. A grin dances across her lips at her comment, as she cocks her head in query, "And, it is even better if you own the playground itself, hm?" she remarks, then offers a slight nod, "Alright, Kennedy. Good to see you again." she offers, taking a step back to let her pass. <English>

Maija finally makes her way out of her little niche, winding her way through the crowd as the bidding goes on around her. Oh, look. Her feet bring her within Carmichael's sphere of influence. The Priestess pauses for a moment and looks up at the man, studying him, before she offers a small smile. "My Lord Carmichael," she says in a low, sweet voice. "What a pleasant surprise. I'm delighted to see you so well." <English>

Jade looks back at Pat and nods, "A plethora of both of 'em. Ya can get one from Cap'n for just a little over the retail price." She looks to Lyn as she talks, blinking and then chuckling, "Oh I just want my hands all over his gun yes. He's very skilled though so I think he can handle it so it doesn't go off in your eye." She smirks up at Morgan and winks before nodding towards the host of the event. "Somethin' I'd really want is one of their L1A1 Rifles, Cap'n ant got those. Only Winchester carries the license." <English>

It's no fun to tease Cody, she knows all of Kris' tricks. Kris smiles at the smaller woman though, a crooked half-grin as she says, "Well, looks good." There's a brief pause as she lifts her yellow gaze again to scan the room slowly and purposefully. "Lucky this one stretches to fit me, cuz it ain't mine. Stretchy and moveable iffen ah need t' do somethin' here." She sounds almost militaristic in the way she's mentioning her attire. "Ah see a lotta people ah recognize..", she mentions in a low tone, as if some of the people she recognizes aren't on her best list. <English>

Ivy grins and nods to Reilly, "It did, can't say for sure how well it's going to go but it's a start and we can always try to host a charity function." She laughs, "I'd come half way across the 'verse if you needed me though, Reilly. You've got my wave information. Never too far to go to save a life." She seems to approve of the choice of soda but she might not have nagged if Reilly was drinking something else. She seems to believe her patient has a good grasp on his illness. He's the one that has to live with it! "I think I saw that on the cortex somewhere." <English>

Alaren sighs and murmurs to Jame, "I thought there was going to be dancing." she shrugs and glances around, then says to Kennedy, "I would like to speak to you privately, when you have a free moment." <English>

Marc gets kinda fearful of the whole lack of bidding that happens after his bid, then well Evalyn does the unthinkable. "You bastard." he jokes, as he ponders to re-raise his bid. <English>

"I now hear 2101 from the lady over there for these two fine firearms..." William calls out, continuing to smile and motions his hand towards Evalyn. "2101 going once..." <English>

Gerry is just there for Reilly to lean on at this point. He's not trying to interject himself into any conversations and his drink is getting sadly low. But it's probably best he stops with the one. Or possibly two. <English>

Eugene finally gets her drink, a glass of red wine, cradling it carefully in her palm as she hangs back by the bar to watch the auction and let Amber and Eva 'chat'. Once the bidding starts up, there's little she can do but watch the others, eyes moving from Marc to Eva, a little smile creeping across her face. She's oblivious to much else, there's just too much to keep track of. <English>

Evalyn giggles a little, and playfully winks at Marc. "Totally gonna beat the hell outta you," she says-- oblivious to...y'know, /winning/. "I'm'a dangerous woman; I can /easily/ hit twenty-one oh-five. Think your paycheck can cover /that/, hon?" <English>

"Well, everyone seems tae be willin' tae pay out the nose fer guns," Reilly's attention shifts to Wayde for a moment. No, he didn't miss the big man's presence. "If ye be doin' some sort of fund raiser, I be 'avin' one t'at a dear friend be givin' me a while back, mig't be catchin' a pretty penny." Yes, seems he's talking about the Enfield. "Ye should do a box lunch social, always fun. Or...find ye some fellas tae auction off fer a day?" <English>

Kennedy gives a brief shake of her head for Itzal's benefit and a lopsided smile for Jame's. Kennedy reaches out to plunk her champagne glass on a passing tray. "At your leisure." She tells Alaren as she passes, taking her leave of her crew, and perhaps the event altogether. Social obligations seem to have been met for the evening. On her way out, she drifts near Carmichael, if only to flash him the quickest of winks that he might catch. <English>

"2101 going twice..." William calls out a second time, his eyes continuing to shift around carefully for another bid. Letting a long pause linger. <English>

"Shiny." Pat says back to Morgan with a small smile then a sigh. "Anyone know what else they're sellin' tonight?" <English>

Oh go on, Kris has managed to make Cody blush umpteen million times with her teasing, but eventually even Cody catches on. She chuckles softly, her stance relaxed just a bit more with her crewmate nearby and nods. "Indeed, there are quite a few folks who are easy to recognize, though they all seem to be quite nicely behaving themselves along with those I don't know." Which is all that matters to her tonight, given she's on security. "S'a good party, I'd say. Even if there's folks who are far too happy to make me blush." <English>

OOoh, this could be interesting. Got a Baltimore with the tendancy to say things that can be a bit interesting at the wrong or the right moment, talking about used sex items with... No, in fact this is just the kind of situation that Carmichael and likely Maija also, can quietly and sweetly ignore. Nodding to Lee in greeting as he lifts his wine in a toast, not one word of anything remotely like a figure to be called out for a bid accompanies this! Rather, his attention switches over to the figure that just swept up beside him, down at the truly gorgeous woman that came to speak with him. "My Lady Grace..." bowing his head in a genuinely humble manner, he holds the pose for a good few moments, before lifting his crown up to look her in the eye thereafter, a grin on his lips that's just short of wry. "It's all an illusion, I fear. I ache when then weather changes and my lumbago is giving me one hell of a ride... not to mention my arthritic joints and I think I'm coming down with a case of the grumblies." It's a joke, but nevertheless there's a faint /lack/ of light in his eyes that says he's not -all- that well, really. "I didn't expect to see you here, Priestess... it... didn't strike me as the kind of event you would attend." <English>

Itzal's eyes follow kennedy as she departs. His brow lifting slightly before lowering once more. His gaze then shifting to look at Alaren. "Evening." His head slowly nodding before looking to jame. "And another one is caught speechless.." A soft chuckle leaving him before he shrugs his shoulders switching his gaze between the two women. <English>

William lingers a moment longer, slowly raising up his right hand again... and he then finally snaps his fingers to bring the bidding to a close. "Sold to Hunter Evalyn!" <English>

Jame gives Alaren a look of horror at that idea, "I'm not much of a dancer." she murmurs back, "but, I thought there would be too." she adds, before eyeing Itzal with raised brows. Her face a study in blank attention. "What? I am not noticeable wearing my regular baggy work clothes and hauling around firearms? Only am I considered worthy of a second look when wearing all these feminine accoutrements, makeup, a dress... heels, for the love of the black, I am in gorram heels! The things I do for you people." she comments, then smiles at Kennedy as she takes off. "See you on the ship." she calls in a warm aboutface from her grumbling seconds before. <English>

Morgan looks over to Pat and shakes his head, "The items have all been kept in secret, only to be announced tonight for the auction. Only the permit requirements were announced in advance." <English>

Marc is oblivious to Evalyns taunts, "Well doesn't matter much you own, sweet ckaes." Marc winks to his investigating superior. <English>

Balt shrugs as he replies to Carmichael. "Figured with all the staring at them hip irons be the one time could be sure folks wasn't giving much interest to eavesdropping. Least maybe not eavesdropping on ladies undergarments." It's back to the guns for a moment before Lee comes trouting his way through. Apparently Leu isn't carding at the door, or Lee is still using Dales pinched ident card to slip into bars and ordering anything with daiquiri in the title. "Lee. Might be you got a habit of popping up in strange places. Thought folks left you out on St Alban's or somewhere worse. You alright? Sounjded a bit of a mess out there." Balt actually looks a little concerned. Not ironically concerned, like the genuine article. The expression makes his face hurt and he can't hold it for long. <English>

Josephine carefully claps her hand and smiles as she comes to step forward so she can pass off the weapons, and check permits. <English>

Ivy smiles at Reilly and then turns her attention away from her patient. She likes him, that's obvious and the thanks is in her eyes if not voiced immediately. "Sorry, we could certainly use more doctors helping out with the clinic. Going to be offering service to anyone who asks and running a teaching clinic. Looking to get people credit for the hours they put in to community service." <English>

Kennedy heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Kennedy has left.

Evalyn stares blankly at Marc for a moment or two, before whirling about and staring up at the stage in surprise. "Jesus on a pogo stick. I can be /Rambo/," she says, before gleefully hitching up her dress and /sprinting/ towards the stage. Well, less sprinting than waddling, I guess-- but high heels aren't quite conducive to quick movement. "D'I get to grab 'em now?" she asks delightedly, upon getting close enough, as she carefully pulls her wallet from below her dress. /Somewhere/ down there, at least. <English>

William chuckles and gives a nod, motioning for the latest winner to join them on the balcony. "Please do." <English>

Josephine nods her head at Eve as she holds out her hand. "Let me check your permit... and take your payment." <English>

Evalyn pays Josephine some money.

Kris grunts a little at Cody, her eyes narrowing slightly to glance askance at her. "Who's makin' ya blush?" Her posture is slightly more tense and she adjusts her stance a bit, seemingly preparing for something, or maybe she's just having a harder time standing still. "Jus' wait til' the liquor gets'm. Then we'll go an' see them's gettin' a lil' wild." Her tone is still low and she wets her lips, "Think ah could smoke? Ah gorram need a cig..." <English>

Maija reaches out a hand, placing her fingertips just under Carmichael's chin - but not actually touching the man. "I believe shingles aren't far behind, followed by a rather lengthy dirt nap to cure all of it," she murmurs to him, smile just a hint wicked. "Lord Winchester is a...particular friend," she says, keeping her voice low from the whole din of the room. "It seemed the correct thing to do to support him on such an evening. Are you here to bid, my Lord?" <English>

Dale's eyes sparkle. He grins between Evalyn and Marc and finishes off his next drink. "better luck next time." He smirks at the man and watches Evalyn move over to pay money. Guns! Yay! <English>

Lyn moves away from Morgan's side as her own Martini dries up. She applaudes as some one won something. Then she heads directly for the bar. She nods to the group there and waits for the bartender to get to her. She smiles at Gerry and nods thinking he looks familiar before ording the drink. <English>

Josephine smiles soflty. "Congradulations Eve." SHe says as she leans over to kiss Eve on the cheek. <English>

Still a bit in a bad mood, Wayde just takes it with a grain of salt and there was no need for going all out in a priestly manner and start bible-thumping some common sense into people, with 'bible' meaning 'ass' and 'thumping' means 'whoopings'. He just couldn't help the way he felt sometimes and he lets his cool steel blue eyes wander about the crowd for a bit as he couldn't look back up at the stage any longer, spotting Reilly looking back at him from a good distance away. He wasn't really hanging around anyone and a good friend was what he needed to make him feel better so he begins to head towards him through the crowds, his bright irish brogue uplifting and jovial as he speaks to him. "Been a long time, brother. I hope your aim has gotten better since then." <English>

Morgan shadows Lyn as she moves, staying 5 feet behind her as she heads to the bar <English>

Alaren nods to Kennedy before she leaves and then gives the unfamiliar gentleman a nod in greeting. She turns and says to Jame, "You look very lovely, but I don't want to dance with you." she chuckles. <English>

Well, there is Amber, and then ... oh, there's Eugene. Leutrim keeps an eye on what is going on, only half listening to the bidding but eyes constantly moving to watch those gathered here tonight. He lifts his left hand a moment to readjust his ear bud, then follows a woman in a long blue gown who is carrying a glass of red wine. A slender Asian woman with long dark hair.... Eugene. A quick step and then Leutrim says, "Are you having a good time this evening, miss?" <English>

Evalyn pauses for a moment, and laughs-- gripping both guns in her hands as she throws her arms around Josephine, giving her a nice, tight hug. And than, off, to the Dale-and-Marcmobile! <English>

Jade follows Morgan's example but covers a wider circle standing not quite as close to Lyn. She moves to lean up against a wall near the bar, keeping her eyes between Lyn and the Auction... not that she has the money on her to even enter a bid. <English>

William chuckles, giving a nod towards Evalyn at her victory, then turns to look back to the waiting crowd. "And so... We come to the halfway point of this little game... And we come to a weapon for a marksman... Very few are the number of rifles as so covited as this next beauty I have..." turning to a third case and Defender, the lord flips the latches and withdraws the rifle in question... "Lot three: One Fifty-Four R Sniper Rifle!" <English>

Adrian smirks slightly. "Well, I think I'll pass on this one.. Hazards of already having one.." <English>

"Aye, I be spendin' a wee bit of time on the range," Reilly returns. His smile, while tired, is warm and those big old brown eyes of his sparkle with life that was missing from them for a long long time. "...and yerself? Workin' on yer dance moves?" he quips in retaliation. "Wayde, t'is be Gerry. Gerry, t'is be Wayde," he introduces the two and the big Irish Priest of a man couldn't possibly miss the significant way the Captain says Gerry's name. "Long time, aye. I...guess I be vanishin' awhile, tae get me 'ead on straig't." And it seems Gerry might have had a lot to do with that straightness - no pun intended, and for the sparkle that's back in those eyes. <English>

Patandy chuckles as Morgan moves to shadow Lyn. well, at least can't say the man doesn't do his job. As the new rifle comes up, Pat returns her attention to the bidding. <English>

Evalyn starts to toss her guns towards Marc and Dale respectively, as she turns back-- maybe to give Josephine another smile, or to see what's up. But as the rifle's announced...she quickly thrusts her colt into the air, a la Guerilla fighters. "6000!" <English>

Carmichael's attention flits oh-so-briefly to Winchester and back to Maija. When the lady says 'particular' it has it's own clarion ring to it. "I was aiming for impetigo, followed by systemic kidney failure, cateracts and chronic grumbling syndrome before I got to the pushing up daisies stage," is murmured, another glance, this time to Baltimore and Lee and back to give the Priestess of Daska his undivided attention. There's an odd little smile given also, that isn't so much on the lips as restrained and forced into dimpling because of it, held back and battoned down badly. "Aah, the sniper... now that I might put a bid on... so I suppose the answer is yes. Not really for me, but I have these little whispers that tell me that they don't have enough toys and it's hellish to try and get them to shut up..." winking, he nods toward Winchester. "7000" is offered. <English>

With Wayde's presence now coming to loom once more close within her vicinity, a faint smile is passed over towards the irish brute. Right hand, closest to Reilly, Anastasiya reaches outwards to trail fingers across the fellow Captain's arm in a silent gesture before lowering back down to her side. Not quite within the conversational level tonight, with the lack of liquor along with other things currently going on. Anastasiya's eyes move over towards the stage as her own bid comes to soar, "9000." <English>

Packard just looked at you.

Eugene laughs softly, "Yeah Eva.." she calls as the woman comes racing back with her prizes. And then there's a someone behind her. A smile as she glances over her shoulder, "Not as much as some I think. Finally free of the door.. oh!" the newest auction lot catches her attention too, and she reaches back to catch Leu's hand, whisper something up at him. <English>

Talk about a wildfire being lit. William barely has time to pass the weapon over to Josephine as the bidding comes in... and starts high. "9000 for the large man over there..." he calls out. <English>

"Oh look, Evalyn won," Cody says next, amusement showing. "That's good for her, I think. And - Baltimore." She looks around, finding the fellow where he's ended up chatting, and gestures that way briefly. "But don't worry - he's married and happily so. Just - " sigh. "One of these days I have to become immune to blushing. You'd think it would have already happened, wouldn't you? But no, as soon as someone says something, I look like a flipping fire engine." She shakes her head, glancing at the next item up for bid. Sniper rifle - sounds like something she might find useful, but there's no way she is going to be able to bid anything reasonable on it. A breath and a shrug, before Cody adds, "I better keep moving. And so far as the cig goes, Leutrim's in the ballroom now. Check with him, maybe?" <English>

Ivy's eyes light on Wayde and she can't help the smile that comes to her lips. She's not immune to the chemistry between him and Anastasiya though and she laughs and excuses herself quickly, "You know, I better go see what's keeping Sebastian Cullum Lambsey.." she starts to get shrill but that fades before anyone has to reach for their ears. "I'd hate to think he got himself lost on the Deuce." She smiles and waves and starts to dash away...always somewhere to be and someone else to hassle. <English>

Evalyn smashes her hand into her fist-- inadvertently smacking it with the butt of her rifle. "Shit, /ow/. 11000!" <English> Itzal's head shakes for a moment before looking at jame. "Jame, Of course your noticeable in your normal clothes on the ship...Ya always look radiant just tonight..wow.." A chuckle leaving him before he looks between the two women. "Anyone up for a trip to someplace a little less crowded? Say the bar for a drink without the pomp and social expectations?" His brow arching in question as he looks towards alaren before looking back to jame. "Besides you still owe me a drink." A wink given to her as he sets his glass on the tray of a passing server. <English>

Rasya arrives from Winchester Estate - Dining Room - Hera. Rasya has arrived.

"They woulda if they coulda," Lee responds breezily to Balt, with a quick, curious glance at Lord Carmichael. He tears his gaze away quick, though, with a conscious effort. Or he might forget what he was saying completely and it'd be Reese Crazy-Eyes all over again. Nevermind, you weren't there. "When they were all clearing out of the 'splodin' ville, I sorta got stuck behind a door." Behind, beneath, whatever. "Nice fella by the name of Elric karate chopped it out of the way, though. I dunno." Lee thinks about the recent adventure for a few moments, conscious of Baltimore's unaccustomed tone of je-ne-sais-quoi-le-fucke. "It was a weird time. Everyone died," he summarizes, simply enough. "I got your wave about the player earlier t'day - was a bit of a relief, 'cause, uh, I thought it was a real threat... y'know, with real screams? But it was just another mystery clue from our mystery clue giver, right?" His gaze slides away momentarily to eye Carmichael when the man checks on Balt again. <English>

Rasya pays Evalyn some money.

Marc lifts a brow as he watches Evalyn move down into the crowd then it's all assault rifles in the air, "Wow." He stands and moves over toward Evalyn, tapping on her shoulder and whispering in her ear something sekrit. <English>

Patandy looks back and forth as various folk bid on the high-powered rifle. "They're gonna make a month's worth of retail goal tonight sellin' these things to all the crazy folk." she says. Turning to Jade, "I'm gettin' another drink, ye want anythin'?" <English>

Adrian gives Evalyn an annoyed look. He can see that the M4 is unloaded; no magazine, and the bolt is open. But her behavior makes him very nervous. <English>

Kris's narrowed gaze slide towards where Cody gestures towards Baltimore. "Huh..", she says non-committally, her full lips pressing together in a firm line. Suddenly, her mood shifts and she breaks out in a bold grin before she nudges Cody with an elbow, "Well ah guess ah need to ramp up mah teasin'. Get ya so used t'the outrageous y'll ne'er blush again!" Sounds like a promise. Poor Cody. She nods then and glances around again before she says, "Aye, ah might find'm." Then she begins to part from Cody, slowly moving in the other direction to circle the room and watch people. <English>

"14000", comes the immediate re-bid from the Russian /woman/. The conversation drifting around Anastasiya seems to have been lost onto her ears for the time being as the particular item is on the plate. A minor shift within her stance as the arms uncoil from one another, lowering the arms down to fall lifelessly at her sides. <English>

Evalyn pays Rasya some money.

A nice warm smile for Eugene and then Leutrim steals just a moment to step close and hear what she has to whisper to him. Holding her hand for just a moment, he listens even as his own gaze slips around the room. Good Lord, it's that rifle. For just a moment, Leu is distracted by Lord Winchester's next lot. Whatever Eugene says to him, Leutrim looks back at her, then at the auction lot, then back to Eugene, "Tell her good luck. I'll try not to drool." In a somewhat better mood, Leu almost steps closer still but then stops himself, "Stay close to Marc ... or Evalyn. Amber's about somewhere. I'll try to find you later." <English>

Jame grins at Alaren and shakes her head, "I wasn't offering, Alaren. No offense, you are lovely, but the wrong gender, despite the rumors floating around the boat." she remarks, chuckling softly. Looking back over at the chaos of humanity, she adds, "I think its time to go, either way, though. This is too much for me." Just then, Iztal pipes up with his commentary and she just shakes her head slowly. "Yanno, Iztal... ya lay off the charm somewhat and you might actually be an okay guy." she remarks, before looking between the two. "By the way, in case you haven't met, "Alaren, Iztal here is the new fly boy for the 'Dark. Iztal, this is Dr. Thalasa, chief medic on the 'Dark." she halfassedly introduces. "And yes... get me the hell outa here... I'm going crazy... no ammo, no guns, no weapons, no armor... I feel gorram naked!" <English>

William's hand continues to move, addressing the current highest bid on the weapon. "14000 to the lovely Captain of the Tienlong fleet..." he calls out. <English>

Rasya heads through the exit labeled <DR> Dining Room. Rasya has left.

Evalyn grumbles a little bit, as her hands go to her hips. "If ever I'd lust for something, that'd be it. Ugh. We need to make money." She turns towards Marc and Dale, a sort of 'don't talk to me right now' look on her face. "Either of you have a liver you don't need? Small children we can take to the pawn shop?" <English>

Ivy heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Ivy has left.

Alaren nods to the introduction and offers her hand. "Nice to meet you Sir." She then replies to Itz's question, "Well... I suppose. Too many guns flashing. The last thing I need is to be shot accidentally." She glances at Jame, "What do you think? Find somewhere a bit less mass destruction oriented?" <English>

Jade looks to Patandy, and nods, "Yes they are an no. I'm fine for right now." She looks back between Lyn and the Auction, biting her bottom lip," I wonder if he'd arrange to make a sale tomorrow." She refers to Winchester, "Wana get my hands on one of them L1A1 rifles." <English>

Maija's fingers very lightly brush along the underside of Carmichael's jaw, just the backs of her fingers. She drops her hand only to cup the champagne flute so that it's held in both. "I am considering something of that nature myself," she murmurs softly, glancing briefly at Winchester before looking back to Carmichael. "It has been quite some time since I was able to finger a trigger." <English>

Right before she parts from Cody, Kris gets a rather wicked glint to her eyes and turns smoothly. A quick gesture and she slaps Cody on the rear and says with a broad grin, "Go gett'm tiger..." Kris moves on though after that, looking mightily amused and leaving Cody to do... whatever it is she wants to do. <English>

Marc pats Evalyn on the shoulder as her bid is murdered by the lusty Russian woman, damn their lustiness! "Well, if you want I can turn tricks on Dyton?" Seems he's good at that or something, "How about I buy you a drink?" <English>

Lyn tips her glass up and swallows it down, "15000" she says <English>

Evalyn gives Marc a -look-. "...y'know. I still need to talk about your condom. But gimme a drink. Something strong that'll give me an excuse to go piss on the garden gnomes." <English>

Itzal's head slowly nods and he takes alarens hand shaking it with a firm grip before releasing it. "And nice to meet you..though I hope not to be down in your bay that often.." A chuckle leaving him before he looks towards jame. "But thats what I thought ya wanted.." His eyelashes fluttering for a moment as he batted them to her. "A nice guy to just swoon for you.." Another laugh leaving him as his head nods. "Lets get the goram hell outa here..last thing I wanna do is offend someones sensibilities and get shot in such a nice suit.." His right hand lifting to motion towards the doors. <English>

"14000 going Once..." William begins, raising up his right hand slowly, setting his thumb slowly into position. "Going..." he pauses, motioning towards Lyn. "15000 to Lady Lyn of the Gaelic Gypsy..." <English>

A hearty chuckles rolls like a rumble of thunder off the side of a mountain at Reilly's remark and retorts with a quick quip himself. "It was very un-irish-like to be laying on the dancefloor when you got a beautiful woman in one hand and a drink in the other. By the way you were acting, I figured you for a Scottish girl." He bursts out in a howl of laughter, wrapping an anaconda-like arm around his stomach while his free hand slaps Reilly on the shoulder. After his fit of laughter, his steely hues sparkle and catch the sight of Anya once more and he cannot help but smile at her and toss an alluring and suggestive wink in her direction before being introduced to Gerry. He extends a beefy mitt towards him in a friendly handshake and speaks to him with a kind irish tone. "Pleased to meet you, Gerry. Reilly's a damn good man with a sweet arse." <English>

Dale gives Evalyn as sympathetic look then just eyes Marc and shakes his head. Then Evalyn's comment and he wordlessly gets the bartender to give him another double. He knows better than to say anything right now in spite of all the things going through his head. <English>

She doesn't need a second invitation, and gesturing to both her compadres Jame makes for the exit door. Calling back over her shoulder to the two, she adds, "Let's get the hell outa here." as she exits stage left. <English>

Carmichael dares to chase the trail of fingertips with the hound of a kiss to the air that moved just passed, when Maija touches his jaw, watching the woman steadily beneath his brows, hazel eyes altogether green of the moment. "Unfortunately, much as I am a generous sort of man, I'm not paying... oh... fifteen odd thousand for a rifle. Not when there's more important things in the 'verse..." a dramatic sigh has him dipping down /just/ slightly to sniff at the priestess' hair, then to look back at Winchester and the passing of the monies. There will be a lot of that tonight, no doubt and his wine's lifted to his lips, to chase away a sense of the sour. "You do realise, m'lady Grace, that that was altogther too easy a shot, hmm?" murmured just low enough for Maija to hear. "Honestly. Don't you have your finger on the trigger most of the time?" slanting his eyes sidelong to her, they dance with the humour intended in his tone. <English>

"16000.", comes another bid from the Tienlong's Captain Anastasiya. An amused smirk rises from the woman as she passes over another glance towards the trio beside her. It is the largest irish brute of them all that draws forth more of her attention. The lips curving into a mischevious half-grin showing hint of the rows of ivory teeth set behind them. Even a wink is tossed in for a brief moment until the emotions run dry once more as her attention filters back over towards the stage. <English>

Cody first jumps, and then she turns to outright glare at Kris, though that fire engine red glow on her face is something else again. You know you're in for it when even your crew! starts making you blush on purpose. Her shocked look slowly turns to a scowl and if they were aboard the 'Witch, something like a wrench would be flying through the air after Kris. But. Cody is working. And so is Kris. and this is a public place and ... Arrrggghhh! Fight or flight, but fight isn't an option. So Cody stomps her foot once, and then heads in the opposite direction from Kris, grumbling under her breath. "Just wait until we get home... " <English>

Balt returns Carmichaels look with a somewhat surprised one of his own. Then a more surprised look at Carmichael bids. And relief when he stops. He returns to Lee. "Ought to introduce you to Mister Carmichael when this bidding business gets a bow on it." Lee's got that weird eye lock he sometimes gets, something like a dog would give you if you showed it a card trick. He waits for the lad to regain focus. "They is real folks screaming on there, know that much. Gets me nervous is how they got our names and such. Likely Beastarella at the Tit fould name off a few of us, but not the lot and not our addresses. Got something from Mister Marc as well, complicates things a bit more." He leans in. "You think ol' Miss M might have had herself a pup, maybe about five years back?" <English>

Alaren follows the other two, carefully making her way through the crowd. She nods to a few famililar faces and then hurries toward the exit. "So much for dancing she grumbles." <English>

Itzal's form moves with alaren and jame towards the exit before heading into the night and getting away from the madness that is winchesters gaala. <English>

Maija's laugh is very low, very quiet. Anyone looking at her would think that she and Carmichael are the only two in the room. "Perhaps," she murmurs softly. "I tend to have my fingers on quite a few things, especially when it comes to business, though also my personal life." A brow arches very slightly as she smiles up at the taller man. "And I suppose you WOULD, of the two of us, be the experts on, ah...easy." Pause. "Shots, that is. Hmm?" The glass gets lifted to her lips as she gives Carmichael a very innocent smile. <English>

Itzal heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Itzal has left.

Jame heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Jame has left.

Alaren heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Alaren has left.

Gerry watches this Wayde fellow a little uncertainly. He even glances at Reilly as he holds out a hand to meet the other in a shake. He gives an odd sort of half smile and a small laugh in response to the words before offering his own in return, "You, too." He's not really sure how to respond to the rest so he just leaves it at that and finishes off the rest of his drink. <English>

"16000 now from the lady Captain..." William calls out, smiling warmly. <English>

Patandy moves to the bar and back again, this time with a scotch on the rocks. Swirling her drink before she takes a ship of it she sighs, takes said drink, then sighs again. "Well, doesnae look like there's gonna be too much dancin'." she says a little remorsefully. Yet another sigh. "Too bad." <English>

Lyn moves back towards where she can see the auctioneer. and with a smile she says quietly, "18" She looks at Morgan as if to say 'so there'. one look at her eyes and one would see that this tea tottler is not drinking tea. <English>

"It be very Irish of me tae be doin' just t'at!" Reilly returns. "It be very unIrish of me tae be standin' 'ere wit' a Gorram /soda/ in me 'and!" It's a good thing he's all stuck to Gerry's side, or the Captain might have been pushed right over by even that friendly nudge of a thing. "Easy," he cautions in a friendly tone. "Still recoverin' from a church explodin' wit' me standin' next tae it on St. Albans," he continues in way of explanation. His expression darkens, but only for a moment. "T'at be some ruttin' strange stuff. Should tell ye about it one day. Ye should come out tae Beaumonde fer a visit." Those puppy browns of his just light right up when he glances up at at Gerry. "I can be tellin' ye about t'is stray 'ere t'at I be pickin' up in a bar. Followed me 'ome and never be leavin'.. Ye know 'ow t'ey be when ye feed t'em." <English>

Kris doesn't even have to turn around and look at Cody to know what happened, but she does anyway, if only to savor the moment even more. Turning to look over her shoulder and volumous red waves, she watches Cody's red face, glare and stomping of foot with an even bolder grin. She even begins to snicker beneath her breath, but only after she turns forward again and continues her patrol. In such a good mood she is now, that she's forgotten her cigarette craving and has begun to whistle a content little shanty in very low tones. It's interesting to watch a swagger in a short green dress, but this is Kris, she can swagger in just about anything. <English>

Morgan chuckles and smiles at Lyn. "It appears your pockets run far deeper than mine, I'm glad I only wanted a pistol this evening." he bows to her <English>

Eugene's eyes sparkle, "Stop, I'm fine." giving Leu a little wink, she let's him go, if a bit reluctantly. Worrying at her bottom lip a moment, before turning quickly to rejoin the others. Catching up with them at the bar, she settles just to the other side of Dale. "Sorry Eva, we'll getcha one for Christmas?" she offers, hopefully. <English>

Jade chuckles at Pat, "Good, dancin' is over rated any how. At Least this would be the good kinda dancin' and not that filth hump each other stuff. What did ya call it, grindin'?" <English>

Evalyn wiggles her fingers at Eugene; "you're a darlin', I love you to death, awesome." Still, she looks distracted for a moment, rubbing at her jaw, as she...plots! <English>

William's hand motions back towards Lady Grant, a smile continuing to rest on his face. "18,000 back to the Lady Grant... Do I hear another?" he askes the crowd, again pausing for a long moment. "18,000 going once..." <English>

No more bids come forth from Anastasiya. Instead, an apologetic glance is sent towards Wayde then onto Reilly before she turns towards the door. Weaving through the crowd in silence before moving out. <English>

Anastasiya heads through the exit labeled <PL> Plantation. Anastasiya has left.

"Aye, tha's wha' I called it." she says. "An' this is nae a dive on Santo, so I'd imagine there'd be more ballroom." Pat confirms to Jade. She sighs again. Apparently dancing was what the redhead had come here expecting. Or at least desiring. <English>

Carmichael laughs softly, his eyes alight. "Well, I've been known to handle things fairly well, although there's nothing quite like some of the people I deal with, going off half-cocked and all that..." is returned, lifting the wine to take a sip and offer a silent toast with it; focus is a funny thing, beneath social nicety. All attention on Maija, but just like her, no doubt his ears and his periphery vision work just fine! Although something in the scene catches his attention and he looks at Morgan directly, across at Lyn back at Morgan and then to Winchester. And away, back to the beauty at his side. "I'm not an expert though, by any means. Nope, I've still got my learner plates... and unfortunately, no instructor these days." -- he looks chagrined there, his features pinched in and he casts his eyes down from hers, to rest on her shoulder. <English>

Leutrim watches Eugene slip away from him and return to where Evalyn and Dale are at the bar. No bar for him, he's working. Looking around once more, Leu drifts through the crowd .. his pale eyes rise up to the balcony at the high bid on that rifle and he just blinks and barely shakes his head, amazing. Must be nice... A few moments later and Leutrim finds himself coming up to where Reilly, Gerry, Wayde and a few others are gathered on his way back towards Baltimore and Lee, "Hey there, Reilly. How are you holding up?" A quick glance around for Ivy, then Leu's gaze settles on Gerry as the more accurate barameter of Reilly's health. Aelfred stops next to Leutrim and sits, the dog a little anxious in here about getting stepped on maybe. <English>

Zachary shakes his head when a server stops to offer him something. "No thank you," he answers. "I really should be going." After the server nods and leaves, Zachary heads discretely for the door and exits. <English>

Zachary heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Zachary has left.

After shaking Gerry's hand with a firm grip, Wayde goes to move next to Anya but as he turns towards her, her quick exit makes him wonder, an expression of curiousity and concern covers his visage then turns towards Reilly, the mentioning of a church exploding has his attention fully. "What about a church blowing up? Churches just don't spontaneous combust and toss bits of fiery debris about like Mormans do. I would like to hear this." He states in a stern yet puzzled tone, folding his burly arms across his bear-like chest. <English>

Dale smiles at Eugene, though his eyes are on the colt that Evalyn is holding. Mmm pretty. He stretches his fingers and goes "Woops..." as he nearly accidently spills the glass. "Remind me I gotta talk to you about my brother when this is over, Eva." <English>

Maija's quiet for a time, glance following Carmichael's. Perhaps she's attuned to her companion's moods? Perhaps not. "I dare say it won't be long until someone is instructing you again, My Lord," she murmurs, sipping at her champagne. "Dependent on what manner of taskmaster you prefer - when you're ready, of course." One fingertip trails down the stem of her flute as she considers William and the scene in front of her before glancing up at Carmichael again, somewhat sidelong. "You certainly don't strike me as a man who does anything by halves, either." <English>

Evalyn tilts her head, giving Dale a curious look. "Oh? Well hell-- when this is all over, wouldnah mind havin' a chat with 'im. Just wanna make sure there ain't no other really good things, 'fore I skitter off and drop this crap," she gestures to her guns, "back home. Otta make the shuttle guards look twice," she teases with a wink. <English>

"Sold to Lady Grant for 18,000 credits!" William calls out, giving a nod towards Lyn as his fingers snap. "Congrats to the winners of the second lot of the evening," he calls out, motioning for Lyn to come up. "It would seem that even the Gaelic Gypsy Arms Company is coviting the weapons sold by the Winchester Repeating Arms Company of Hera..." <English>

You paged Carmichael with 'Leu passed you a while back but he's making his rounds back around again. Stopped over by Reilly and on his way over to get to Baltimore and Lee. Just so you know where he and Aelfred are in relation to you.' Josephine nods her head as she steps forward holding the rifle in her hands waiting to check permits and collect money. <English>

Leu's approach draws Reilly's attention away from Wayde, but only briefly. "Not tae bad, a wee bit tired," he replies, honestly. "I should, maybe, be 'eadin' back soon. Get some rest." Are pigs flying? Did Reilly Kelly just admit to needing /rest/? His old friend there might be a little shocked? When he returns his attention to Wayde again, those brown eyes are just a touch sad and haunted. "The place be filled wit' folks at the time, tae," he almost whispers. "I...amnae sure ye will be believin' me when I be tellin' it, Wayde. I still dunnae really be believin' it all meself. It still be feelin' like a bad dream." <English>

Marc was all hunky dorky 'buying' Evalyn a drink from the bar, "More booze, pal." Marc demands from the tender, yet he beats the the shuttle guards on the double take, but he's double taking Dale(ha!) "Brother?" He grunts, confused like...as if more lambsey's could hamper the theoretical physics that is the 'verse. <English>

Lyn moves up the stairs. she stops before The Lady Bennett and smiles, "MOther sends her regards. She and daddy are vacationing on Saint Albans. skiing is all the rage and Daddy has to keep fit you know how it is but she sends her love." The with a nods of respect she moves along to winchester. "Hello Will a great place you have here." <English>

Morgan smiles towards Eugene before he follows Lyn towards the stage, but does not go up with her when she does, instead he waits a few paces before the steps and watches the crowd. <English>

"I'm not, by and large... that's the trouble..." Carmichael looks to Maija a moment, then with a very deep breath, he nods toward the Dining room. "Might I perhaps have a brief, brief word alone with you, m'lady grace? I promise, I shall not take up much of your time..." he offers in a genuine tone of humility. <English>

Jade waves a hand off towards Morgan as she regards Pat, "Go dance with Morgan once the Auction is over. I'm sure the music will start up again and you can get your fair share of body movin'." She gives small smirk to the other women. Her eyes move with Morgan and Lyn, watching the two as the go to get their Item, convinced that her position at the wall is good enough for now. <English>

Maija reaches out to place her hand on Carmichael's arm, without hesitation. "But of course, My Lord," she murmurs. "Of course, I shall doubt your intent as to removing me from the auction. I dare say you have foreknowledge of the excellent lot about to come up and are trying to distract me from bidding." It's clear, however, the Companion is teasing him. <English>

By now, Pat has finished her scotch, again placing the glass on a passing server's tray. "Wonder what's next." she says with only mild interest. "Nae, he'll only make some random excuse why he cannae or willnae." she says to Jade with a small shrug. <English>

William dips into a genteel bow to Lyn, smiling towards her. "Congratulations on your win, Lady Grant... If you'll please see Madamouselle Bovie about collecting your prize..." he muses, turning his attention back to the audience. "And so here we stand... Almost finished with this event... and what a spectacular evening it has been. But, remember... there are two more lots left to go..." <English>

"But... what? The screams're real?" falters Lee back to Baltimore, lower lip /almost/ taking on a fearsome wobble, so distressed is he by the other man's theory. "But that means Auntie Anebrev is a trap, don't it?" Whoa, did he just call his blood relative a /tramp/? This one needs some learning on how to respect his elder family members even if every second Thanksgiveful Dinner /is/ spent in a brothel. "And. A kid.. what about a kid? So what if she did?" That came out of far left field for Lee, and needs some time for thinking before he keeps pressuring Balt inappropriately in the middle of a crowded ballroom. "Nevermind, tell me about it later, or could be I need to get the rumpus from Marc hisself. An' yeah, save the intros for later, I guess. The fella looks a little...." Now what word shall you pull out of your magical sorting hat of creatively sarcastic descriptors, Lee? "....busy." Disappointing! <English>

Lyn pays Josephine some money.

Cody heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Cody has left.

Josephine nods her head as she holds out her hand to check Lyn's permit. "Congradulations." She says simply with a smile on her lips. <English>

Dale eyes Marc, "Yeah. He's a lot like you, actually. Military man. He left home when I was a kid" he nods. "He's the eldest. Name's Sebastian." Then he smirks flippantly, "And he's kind of a specialist in being an ass." <English>

Lyn nods and then smiles at the woman polietly, "I promise none of this was stollen or gotten from stealing or even selling to people illegally. " as she hands over her money and then gives her id. <English>

Carmichael chuckles, dipping his head down and to one side, lifting one elbow up and switching his wine to his outside hand, the better to escort the elegant companion. "All the better, money is likely best kept where it still burns that metaphorical hole..." is murmured, nodding to those nearby and moving through the crowd, he thankfully missses the dog. Again. <English>

Carmichael heads through the exit labeled <DR> Dining Room. Carmichael has left.

Maija heads through the exit labeled <DR> Dining Room. Maija has left.

The latter lots actually get Kris' attention and she turns to look with a curious gaze. Pausing alongside one wall, she crosses her arms again and leans against the wall with her ankles crossed as well, looking rather comfortable in her nicely dressed slouch. Her gaze though now continues to scan the participants a little more carefully. <English>

The smile on Josephine's lips widen even more as she nods her head checking the permit before she hands over the rifle to the woman. Once the gun is out of her hands, she goes to take her place beside William leaning in to whisper something to his ear, and then kiss his cheek. <English>

A wary nod to Reilly from Leutrim, then he says, "Good idea... don't over due it, Captain." A polite nod to Gerry, and to Wayde, then the House Bennet security man and his dog start to move on again. Drifting back through the room, Leutrim is careful to avoid getting too close to Lord Carmichael and once more tries to pass by unnoticed behind the man with Aelfred. No need to further discomfort the Lord - it was never intended. But the dog stays close by Leu's left leg. Coming up closer to where Baltimore and Lee are in some kind of intense discussion Leu speaks up, "I'd like to talk to you two. Not here. But real soon." <English>

Hearing the beginning of a grim tale that he can relate to, Wayde can offer an open ear and a warm heart to comfort him. The events on Bellerphone are still vivid in his mind and he has caught bits and pieces of what went on through other inquisitors of the Catholic church but he had to know for himself. "As a Templar and examiner of the church, I can understand alot about this world and the next. I've seen things that would make your pecker pack its bags and use your arsehole as a fallout shelter. If you would like to talk about it in a more quiet and private place, I would love to. As for the Beaumonde visit, I'll be there with bells on. I've been meaning to speak with you about starting up my martial art classes again." He wrpa an arm around Reilly's shoulder and pulls him close, offering a bit of comfort in such a harsh and bizarre verse. <English>

Lyn turns and heads back down the stairs. "here" she says quietly as she hands of fthe gun to whom ever will take it. <English>

Eugene listens to Dale as her eyes wander over the crowds again. Morgan catches her eye by the stage, and she smiles back at him, lifting her glass as if to cheers yet another auction win. "Sebastian? Cool, so he's outta the military now or something?" she asks, turning back to Dale and Marc. <English>

Kris has disconnected.

"For these final two lots... Since we have all ready seen the success of the Gaelic Gypsy Arms Company... I politely ask that they refrain from any further bids..." He muses as he turns his attention to the final firearms case, nodding to Josephine's words, and flips the tabs open. "For the fourth lot... and our Level four lot item this evening... We have another HK VP70M... and one L85A2 IW!" he calls out, withdrawing the pistol and the rifle. <English>

Reilly lets go of his hold on Gerry when the mammoth of a man that is Wayde pulls close and it isn't until he /is/ close and in that big old bear hug that he whispers, "I...be t'inkin'...it be a demon, Wayde...or a ghost..." It's the very first time he's admitted that it's a possibility since it all happened and admitting it has him trembling a little when he pulls away again. He clears his throat. "I should...say 'ello tae Winnie before I be leavin'." Way to change the subject! <English>

Jade blinks as the gun is blatantly given to her, her body arching down as she scoops the Rifle up in mid air, "Oh geez... heavy." She finally gets a hold of it and props it so it's resting on her shoulder, muzzle facing up for safety. "What do I do with this when we get back?" She looks between Lyn and Morgan. <English>

Patandy chuckles at Jade. "Put it in the locker?" <English>

Balt nods. Lee just got a coach class ticket to Baltland, where every full bathtubs got a toaster next to it. "Why I got a bit of worry after folks. Might be sound effects, but might be screams: Dale ain't done with the looking at it. If they know where we's sleeping though, might be a trap no matter what way we do things." Leu's sudden presence makes Balt leap a little. These are the kind of surprised that make a guy incontinent (who owns a pair of soiled panties now. . .). "Could take a walk with you on patrol of the grounds, Leu. Have a word there." He looks to the semi-homonym pair of Lee to Leu for their thought on the idea. <English>

"What will I hear for an opening bid on these two pieces?" William asks out to the audience, passing them over towards Josephine. <English>

Returning with fresh drinks and nibbles for the small group she's with, Amber seems to have taken a few minutes to smooth her hair down from the effects of air conditioning which has tended to give her a fuzzy halo around the ears. She offer Evalyn, Eugene and Dale the tray for their perusal. <English>

Dale says, "I'm not sure, Gene. I ran into him at the spaceport. Apparently he's been tracking Ivy and I for a while trying to catch us." He drags his eyes away from the colt to look at Eugene. "I haven't seen him in 2 maybe 3 years but he's always after some cause or other anyway." Dale shrugs. <English>

Evalyn smiles appreciatively at Amber, as she takes a drink, gesturing for the woman to grab herself a nearby seat. "Come chill. If someone bitches at you, say we're bein' dicks, and made you stay," she offers happily. <English>

Sebastian arrives from Winchester Estate - Vestibule - Hera. Sebastian has arrived.

Is that the beginning of a giggle? It just might be. Amber tucks herself neaty into a seat near Evalyn, fingers jittering in time with her talking. "The auction appears to be going well. Anything you'd have liked to bid on?" <English> William lets out a breath, continuing to wait a moment more for an opening bid on the military grade rifle... but with the silence, William continues to smile as he says. "It looks like this lot will have to be saved for another time..." he muses softly. <English>

Well, Aelfred looks a little bit happy to see Baltimore. At least enough to be sniffing over the older man's pant leg enthusiasticly. It is possible that the dog smells pomeranian, or it may be that Baltimore is being considerered as a potential target for scent marking... <English>

From his body language and the way Reilly says those words makes Wayde know right away that he isn't joking or telling a fib. He was dead serious about it and the thought of ghosts or specters didn't bother him but demons...Those were the true forms of evil. They were the ones that were out to get you no matter what the cost. At the change of the subject, Wayde nods solemnly and squeezes his shoulder lightly before speaking softly to him. "If you need anything, you know how to reach me. Keep the faith, brother. As for me, I need to run off. I got a few things I need to do before anything else. Later days." With those words, he lets hsi hand slip from his shoulder and begins to make his way through the crowds and out through the grand entryway. <English>

Josephine nods her head as she goes to set them aside with some of the other staff, giving a smile from her lips as she gets ready for the last piece. <English>

Evalyn lets a happy laugh slip from her lips, almost effervescent in its bell-like quality, as she sets her weapons in her lap, letting practiced hands dance across the air. "I was goin' for the fifty-four are, but didn' have 'nuff money. We'll see if the last lot is anything worth it forus." <English>

Eying Aelfred, Amber purses her lips thoughtfully. She nods to the Evalyn. "At some point I should look into purchasing, but at the moment it would be somewhat of a waste. You're an afficionado, then?" <English>

Wayde heads through the exit labeled <DR> Dining Room. Wayde has left.

Evalyn watches Amber for a moment, before shaking her head. "Not really. I'm just of the school of thought that you only need one bullet t'kill a man; if that means gettin' better guns, than I don' see why not. See, I never been shot before-- well, without my express permission --an' I don' plan on gettin' shot anytime in the future. You know what they say about a good offense, right? You don't need one if you can drop a guy 'fore he tries to offensify you." She nods, sagely. <English>

Turning his attention towards the Defender on the balcony, a playful smile slipping onto his looks over at only four emplty cases. "It would seem that my staff is short handed one firearms case this evening..." he muses, a bit of a jestful tone coming into his voice. "A shame... I guess this means I have no choice but to offer the pistol that I have on my person..." he muses, turning back to his audience as he reaches around behind to the small of his back, up underneath the tail of his dresscoat. "Ladies and Gentleman... The final lot for this evening's auction... Quite possibly one of the finest pistols in all of the 'Verse... One Starshot 50!" <English>

Winchester takes Starshot 50 - 13115 out of hiding.

His mood, effectively, shot by the memories of St. Albans, Reilly grows quiet again and pulls Gerry off to some unoccupied area against a wall. He'd probably bolt for the ship if he felt like making the trek back and if he'd had a chance to greet their host. But he doesn't and he hasn't, so he...hangs around in silence. <English>

Josephine holds her hand up, clapping softly as she goes to step to the side out of the way. <English>

Patandy more or less is hanging out in her corner for a while with Jade. "I'm hungry." she suddenly announces. "Ye want anythin' ta eat?" she asks Jade. "gonna go over to the table an' get some snacks." <English>

Adrian flicks up a gloved hand "Five hundred." At a few of the annoyed looks. "I don't get paid as well as some of these folks.." <English>

Packard says in English, "Three thousand!"

Evalyn gives Amber a 'look' as the woman signs to her...before turning about, and promptly calling out; "3500! Marc, what're we bidding on?" <English>

"36," Reilly calls out, voice just barely loud enough to actually carry from his position against the wall he and Gerry are holding up. <English>

Sebastian wanders in with a 'What the hell am I doing here!' look on his face. His clothes itching and uncomftrable, but at least he got them cheap. Sure no one will notice whose clothes they are! His baby blues search over the crowd and he pushes to the bar. Hating the crowd, hating being here, but gorram it! A man's got to do, what a man's got t do. <English>

Packard says in English, "5000"

Jade adjusts the rifle a bit to move the weight around, trying to get as comfortable as possible as she shakes her head at Pat, "No I'm fine, ate before I got dressed, didn't want ta ruin my Kimono. I like it too much to do that." <English>

William chuckles, his hand flicking out to follow the bids as they come in. "500... No... 3000... Now 3500... We're up to 3600 credits!" he calls outloud, displaying the pistol for all to see. "5000 to the Earl of Depthford." <English>

Eugene snags a treat or two off the tray Amber's so thoughtfully brought over with a cheery, "Oh, thanks." Then she lets the woman chat with Eva as she turns her own attention back to Dale. "Trying to catch you? You guys been that hard t'find?" she asks, though it's hard not to be a little distracted by the auction. "I think it's a Starshot Eva.." she responds, peering up at the newest lot. <English>

Lyn sets her glass on a passing waiters tray, "you all stay and have fun, I am going back to the ship." she tells the crew. "we have a cargo to deliver so don't stay out too long." she she starts towards the exit. <English>

Leutrim's eyes shift sideways to look to Baltimore and and he moves his head negatively just a little, "No, I can't. I need to stay here until all of the guests have departed for the evening either from the estate, or back to guest quarters." And then surely there will be a security sweep after and clean up - drunks even, perhaps. Lord Winchester's next auction lot gains Leutrim's attention. He looks up at the balcony, then slips his gaze over the crowd gathered here tonight. His com has been pretty quiet the last little while. Leutrim glances back at Baltimore and adds in a low voice, "Lord Winchester allowed me to handle the Starshot. I'd never seen one before." <English>

Morgan pays Lyn some money.

Dale was not the only one paying attention, apparently. "Yeah, Starshot 50." He explains with a smile. He sets his drink down for the moment and stretches his fingers. "We've been uh...bouncing around a bit." <English>

"Could've been anythin', Balt," says Lee with a resigned shrug, and a short quizzical glance towards Leutrim as the security gent closes in. "Could be folk got snatched from the mud after talkin' to us, and /they/ were made to talk /about/ us. Could be that gorram sniper crashed the party back on Ezra'd been watchin' us the whole week since we pegged Lumpy." He gulps down a leaden lump in his own throat, as he more reluctantly adds, while determined to get it out before letting Leu interrupt his train of dismal, "Could be also.. that the folk strung up in Dyton was a message meant for /us/.. it did happen within a day of taggin' Lumpy." Then, turning to quietly listen to Leutrim's quiet hail, and Balt's suggestion towards helping that matter along, the boy's gaze inevitably fastens to the dog again, because only Aelfred understands his pain. Right, Pooch? People or things wanting to ingest them for dinner. Bosses who don't play with them nearly enough. Yes indeed. <English>

Evalyn begins to sign to Amber, as she nods to Eugene. "Oh, OK...uh-- we all been drinkin', I guess," she mumbles distractedly, eyes sort of flitting all over the place. <English>

Gerry dropped his tumbler off somewhere along the way and now he's there with Reilly, trying not to think about that unfortunate night. He doesn't say anything about the bidding since some people apparently have way too much money to throw around. He lifts a hand to pull at his collar again, but seems more relaxed than he was when they first arrived. He's even trying not to distract Reilly from what's going on. <English>

"5000 going once..." William calls out to the crowd, still smiling as he displays the pistol. <English>

Evalyn's hand shoots up. "Fuck it-- that looks pretty. 5001!" <English> Morgan moves over towards where Eugene is and says loud enough to be heard over the crowds, "Evening Eugene." he smiles, "You look radiant tonight." <English>

Patandy nods to Jade, moving off to the buffett table and hanging out there for a while. Perusing oneside to the other, she places some finger-foods onto her plate, then hangs out by herself at one end as she munches on them slowly. fortunately she also grabbed a napkin, so she's not wiping her fingers on her dress. <English>

Marc excuses himself from the bar has his other employer seems to pipe up, and he didn't even realize the Earl-commander was here! "Spending your life's savings, boss?" Marc asks of the Lt, standing at the mans side, "Here, might make it worth it." marc doing the unthinkable, paying his employer! <English>

Packard blurts, "6000!" <English>

Aelfred is perhaps not entirely blind to Lee's pain. Baltimore's leg looses the dog's interest and the German Shepherd doesn't even pee on it. No, the dog shifts between Leutrim to Lee, pressing his cold wet nose against the young man's hand as if wanting to be petted. Aelfred may be on duty but Lee's known to be a friend. <English>

Marc pays Packard some money.

William's hand moves towards Evalyn, that smile lingering. "5001... No..." his hand moves back to Packard. "We're up to 6000 now..." <English>

Jade waddles along, following Lyn and calling out to her, "Wait, I might as well go with you and put this rifle in the locker." She then speaks into her com as Morgan gives her a few instructions. She lets him know that Her and Lyn are heading back to the ship. <English>

"61," Reilly calls out, again softly. His heart's not really in it or something. <English> Packard says in a committed tone, "6500." <English>

Lyn turns to smile at Jade as the Butler arrives with her furs. She slips into them and then picking up her skirts she says softly to jade, "race you back?" with that turns to walk seductively out of the door knowing she is going to break into a run as soon as she is out fo site of the crowd. <English>

This auction lot also has his interest, but Leutrim turns his head back at whatever Lee is jabbering about and he frowns. Keeping his voice down he says to Lee and Balt both, "Saw something on the Cortex that shook me up a bit. No doubt it rattled your boxes too. Why don't we get together for a little chat tomorrow, shall we? Need to do a little recon and think this through. You two may have gotten elavated to high profile targets. Not good." <English>

Eugene chuckles over her wineglass as Eva starts throwing out bids again, and then Morgan's voice carries through the crowd. "Hey there. Looking good yourself. Very nice tux, and nice win earlier." she pauses to take a sip of her wine. "Still on duty?" Genie asks, glancing around for the others Morgan was with. <English>

"6100... Wait... We're going up to 6500..." William muses, continuing to smile. <English>

A pooch is sniffing at Balt's leg for either pissing or porno. It either case, it wouldn't be all that unusual an event in his week. If Aelfred smells anything with mangy whiskers and crotch stink it's probably Balt's cortex fiance. He's tried bringing it to the dry cleaners but the smell just won't leave. She must be like a skunk with some terrible infection of the intestine. He shakes his leg like that will dissuade the dog's nose at all. As Lee goes all valley girl with fear, Balt just gives him an understanding nod. "The anyone parts' what's got me to worry. You got yourself a safe spot to stay in? And you keeping that mesh on you?" He'd sort of hoped to take a walk outside of the money fight. With all this extra cred, Winchester can get himself another stuffed brown bear, then he can take them outside and race them. "Might be able to catch up with you tomorrow, Leu. Got the right idea there. Still waiting on them test results too, might be we have them back by then." <English>

Evalyn quickly signs to Amber, before smiling to the rest of her crew; "Hey, I'm'a take my shit back home; catch y'all later?" she offers softly, casting a second glance back towards Reilly. <English>

Morgan smiles, "Thanks about the auction, but this monkey suit? So not my thing." he glaces to Evalyn, "I came over to speak with your boss, however I don't want to interrupt her while she's bidding." "Sorry for disappearing like that, when Lyn wanted to leave I had to escort her back to the ship, came right back though." <English>

Dale follow Marc, eyes Packard, gives him a grin. "Sorry, didn't see you." he nods at Packard with respect and smiles at Eva. "Alright, I'll talk to yeh later, ok?" Following her gaze he sees Reilly and frowns in some concern. <English>

Dale's eyes follow Marc <English>

Jade chuckles and follows waiting to be out of sigh of the crowd as well before the competition is on, booking it out of the mansion and back to the ship. 'Verse be damned if she didn't run even with an ultra-rare gun in her hands. She giggles as her feet thumb on the ground, getting close and close towards home. <English>

Lyn heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Lyn has left.

Jade heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Jade has left.

"6500 going once..." William calls out over his iComm until, continuing to follow the crowd, waiting to see if there is another bid. "6500 going twice..." <English>

Reilly doesn't seem to be interested in upping the ante any. Heart really just isn't in it. <English>

Eugene glances over at Evalyn as Morgan heads off, "Sure thing boss. See you back on Pers." When he returns, she shakes her head, adding a vague wave of her hand, "No worries. It's your job." <English>

Josephine glances around quietly. "Seven Thousand Credits." She finally speaks up, her spot away from William, over near the rest of the Bennett Family. <English>

Her first plate of snacky-thingies finished, Pat makes a second round across the table. There again she stands by herself, munching away quietly as she watches the auction. <English>

William glances over his shoulder towards Josephine, a wide smile coming to his face. "I hear 7000 credits! Going once..." he begins, smiling, and waits a moment. "Going twice..." <English>

Sebastian moves with his target in mind. Brushing shoulders with the crowd and making his way to the bar. No one would notice this fairly handsome man reaching into his coat pocket as he approaches Dale and those who stand about him. "Hey!" A steel tone rings out, "Member me!" Baby blue eyes catching fire as they set upon his target. <English>

With the crowd thinning out a bit, Reilly spots Leu easily enough and wanders toward the man and his dog. Once close enough he leans in to whispers something quietly to the other man before he turns and slips off again. <English>

Evalyn slips to her feet, and starts to forge her way through the crowd, eyes glued to the floor-- before pausing /somewhat/ close to Reilly and Gerry. She gives each a pleasant little smile, and leans forwards, speaking candidly under her breath. <English>

A nod to Baltimore, then Leutrim looks around to check and see where the bidding is on the Starshot. Last bid he heard on it was from Lord Thomas... then looking back to Lee and Baltimore once more, Leu says, "Waves might be tapped into so just be real careful, all right? If you can stay over on Hera tonight, come back here to see me in the morning?" <English>

Packard says with a slight bit of ire, "7500" <English>

William waits a moment longer, his eyes panning back over the crowd for a long moment... and with the silence, until a bid comes up. "I hear 7500 credits now..." he calls out. <English>

Josephine raises her brow as she glances down twords Packard. She gives him a little smile from her lips. "Eight Thousand." She says from her spot. <English>

From afar, Reilly (Rei) whispers, "See what ye can get fer that Enfield ye be packin', aye? I can be splittin' the profits with Ivy fer the clinic."

Dale straightens at the sound of his brother's voice. He looks over and smiles wide, "Dunno you from the side of the road, man." he drawls. Clearly, that's not the case with the amused expression. "What took yeh so damn long to make yerself pretty?" <English>

Evalyn heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Evalyn has left.

"I now head 8,000 back to my consort..." William says, again looking back to Josephine with a smile. "Going once..." <English>

Reilly coming up and speaking something quietly to him, Leutrim stops whatever he was saying to Baltimore and Lee and listens to the Captain. A glance in Lord Winchester's direction, but any reply he might have made is difficult because Reilly is already slipping off into the crowd again. A quick look back to Baltimore and Lee, then Leutrim says quickly, "Please excuse me. Leave a note for me in the Lounge if you can't meet me tomorrow - and let me know where to come find you." Not waiting for a reply, Leutrim turns and tries to move after Reilly to catch up with the man. Aelfred reluctantly withdraws his cold wet nose from Lee's hands, then trots off heeling with Leu. <English>

Packard stays silent but seems to go back to a lighter mood rapidly. <English>

Morgan notices Evalyn departing, "Ah, I guess I will have to speak to her at another time." he looks back to Eugene, "I don't want to intrude, I have some other business to attend to now that the auction is ending. Perhaps I'll track you down later. It was nice seeing you tonight Eugene, enjoy yourself." <English>

"8,000 going twice..." William continues, raising up his right hand with his fingers in place. "Sold to Madamouselle Bovie for 8,000 credits!" <English>

Lee needs no further entreaty from the Alsatian, and drops to one knee beside Balt to do some serious commiserating at eye level with Aelfred. He glances up at Baltimore from that position, and a very cruel comparison could be made at this moment by anyone standing in the right spot within the ballroom. "I got the key yesterday," he says with a succinct nod. "Thanks." The dog gets a few more pats between the ears before Leutrim is off and away, canine unit in tow. Lee gets back up, watching them go with a low sigh. <English>

Nysacire arrives from Winchester Estate - Vestibule - Hera. Nysacire has arrived.

Reilly isn't that hard to catch, or spot. He's gone back to his little place against the wall. He's looking mighty damned tired at this point and he's probably in a bit of pain. <English>

Packard motions to Marc, "Chief Orell ... stay behind a moment, if you would please?" <English>

Josephine nods her head as she smiles softly, going to show William her APKC Card which she's tucked descretly from prying eyes. Once that's done, she motions to one of the house servants, so she can use a PDA to transfer over funds before she takes the gun into her hands. <English>

William smiles as he walks up to Josephine, offering out a hand to her palm up. "Congratulation on your prize, my dear..." he muses softly with a smile before offering the pistol out to her. <English>

Marc nods to Packard, "Wilco, Commander." Sipping from his bourbon once again, as he goes looking for another cigarette. <English>

Thank goodness Reilly isn't moving too fast. Leutrim catches up to the Captain and frowns, noting how poorly Reilly is looking. Keeping his voice down the House Bennet Security man says, "Captain, we best either get you back to your ship, or to guest quarters. No argument, hear? Where is Gerry?" Leutrim looks around, then back to Reilly, his voice dropping even further to whisper something to the Irishman. <English>

You paged Reilly with 'Leu leans close and says, "I don't have it on me, it's locked on a locker on your ship. I don't have a permit yet to carry it around here. And you'd have to make an arrangement with Lord Winchester about auctioning it - I can't just go up there and hold it up and ask for bids without permission."'

Sebastian reaches to tug heavily on Dale's shoulder, "You and Ivy, here!" Looking a little out of place, despite the clothes, "Gods forbid." Now that the snobbery of the evening has been shrugged from his shouldrs, "Ain't you goin to introduce me to your friends?" Looking round for the /suppossed/ date Dale had. <English>

Josephine nods her head as she takes it into her hands very carefully. "Thank you Lord Winchester." <English>

Eugene flashes a quick smile back to Morgan, "Not intruding at all. But go if you gotta, seems folks got a lot of 'business' at these sorta things. Good to see you too Morgan, come by the office sometime." <English>

The auction done now, Pat disposes of her plate, watching the platform for the next anouncement as the pair of folk who've been oficiating make all nicey-nice to each other about the buying of the gun. <English>

Morgan nods, "I will, I have some business to attend to with your company." he smiles and bows to her, then turns and heads towards Mr. Winchester. <English>

Balt watches Aelfred go from sniffing at his crotch to sniffing at Lee's hands, which the dog must think smells like crotch given the intensity of the scent-fest which follows. "Got the security system set for you so ain't no alarms going off when you come in. Get yourself an ill feeling, you pull anything out of that safe you think'll do the job. A fret starts in you, call any one of us." He looks at Lee's dog eye view stance and it's a little hard not to pat the kids moppy lhasa apso hair just to comfort him. Or at least take him outside to run around the yard. <English>

Nolan was dutifully watching Lord Carmichael's well-being this entire time, honest. He has been quite well behaved. So much so that he probably went largely unnoticed for the majority of the evening. No peep during the bidding, and nothing said to any of the more affluent guests, if anyone at all. Now that the bidding and such seems to be winding down, the man decides to make his way over and abandon loyal duty in favor of a bottle of water, snagged off whatever table. His duster is still buttoned, giving off the half descent nature of the man, all things considered. The water is gulped a few times as the man surveys the dwindling crowd. <English>

Dale points and makes awesomely helpful introductions. At Marc, "That's Marc." he smiles at Eugene. "This is Eugene.", "And my date just left. You just missed her. Grab a drink, may be heading out shortly. Think the auction is almost over. Marc and Gene, this is my older brother, Sebastian Lambsey." <English>

Gerry is, actually, right there. Maybe Aelfred should be a seeing eye dog? No, really, he's easy to miss sometimes, if only because he's so quiet? Reilly offers a little nod to whatever it is Leutrim is whispering to him. "Aye, we can be doin' it anot'er time. Maybe 'old a picnic on Beaumonde." The second nod he offers is followed up with, "I just..need tae sit down or somethin', been on me feet tae long." <English>

Dress code met. Check. Booze. Not check. Whether by sheer insanity, boredom or other reason - the slightly disguised Nysacire has decided to come to attend this affair, despite being quite late for it. Cue incoherent murmuring behind the material that has been set over half of her face. The heels click upon the ground within a not so comfortable manner, almost seeming like she's attempting not to fall flat on her fase here and there. The eyebrows narrow downwards, intensifying the emerald gaze as she nudges her way through the crwod in search of a particular person. It takes a few minutes until the recognizable back of Nolan's head is spotted and onwards she goes. Directly coming up behind him as a hand slips ouwards to send a pinch to the backend of the man. <English>

Turning his attention back to the crowd down below, William addresses the crowd. "Well... I do believe that is the final lot I have to offer tonight. To all of you who did not win, remember this... I was able to obtain these weapons once... I can and will do so again, mark my words. And, as only fitting to a true vendor of firearms... I /will/ always ensure that I have them available for you to purchase... If not through me, than by me acting as a middleman!" <English>

Marc turns his attention to Sebastian, the fresh Lambsey in the crowd. "What?" He grunts to Dale as the man calls his name before shrugging and diverting his attention back to packard. "Sorry about that last lot, Boss. Perhaps a drink's in order?" <English>

Ivy arrives from Winchester Estate - Vestibule - Hera. Ivy has arrived.

Ah yes, there is Gerry moving into Leutrim's field of vision even then, joining them and coming to Reilly's side. Leu nods curtly, "Getting flat I think would do you better. If you go catch some sleep, Lord Winchester will still be here tomorrow if you wish to speak to him." But, drawing a breath, Leutrim then adds, "But if you are going to be a stubborn bastard Reilly, perhaps I can ask if Lord Winchester will come have a word with you first. Then you -need- to go. You need the rest, not sitting." Now who is sounding like a fussy old hen peck'n like a doctor. A frown, "Wish Ivy was still here. Dope you, she ought." <English>

Nolan feels a pinch of his backside, turning around with a start with eye the offending perpetrator. Eyes narrow slightly before the man look around the room, chuckling a bit as he moves in close to wrap his arm around the dress-clad figure. "Glad you showed up now. Was busy protecting Lord Carmichael. Mostly from himself, but a job's a job, right?" A chuckle is given before he looks around. "More than a few people here. Thinned down a bit from earlier, but Id say its a right bash around here," he offers with a grin. <English>

Packard waits for Winchester to descend the stairs and moves to wait for him. He fingers something in his pocket. He looks back to Marc, "Uh ... no ... no thanks. Maybe later." <English>

Adrian gets a thought, and meanders toward Winchester, careful to avoid unfamiliar faces on his way. <English>

Josephine smiles softly as she hooks her arm through Williams, going to lead him down the stairs so they can mingle with the guests. <English>

With a smile on his face, he gives one last nod to everyone. "Thank you all again for your attendance... Though the entertainment has ended, please continue to enjoy my hospitality, and, above all... if you feel so inspired... Dance!" he calls forth in a merry tone. At that cue, the orastra resumes playing classical music as William begins his descent back down into the crowd. <English>

Amber's eyes rest thoughtfully on Adrian a moment, before she turns back to the window and scents the cooler night air outside. <English>

Gerry is probably even more easy to miss in this ridiculous suit. At least he might think that. "He'll get plenty of rest," Gerry assures the fussy dog person. "Right, Rei?" Of course! <English>

Aelfred, the German Shepherd, stands next to Leutrim's left leg and looks around, watching strangers still all around. The dog is still off leash but continues to heel, well trained and working. <English>

Sebastian waves a hand to Marc, "You better!" Flashing a grin or a threat, "Cause we Lambsey's get thirsty, huh?" Already slapping Dale on the shoulder, "Now where is this so called /date/ of yours? Memeber whn you got stage fright standing next to a pretty actress!" He laughs, shaking vibrantly and tightens his hold on Dale, "Member that? When you'd run off stage scarred straight by a girl you liked?" <English>

Patandy looks over at the orchestra as it starts to play. "Well, 'bout gorram time..." she mumbles under her breath. *sigh* Alright, now to find someone to dance with. Morg is out of the question, since Lyn is gone and he's off to chase down Winchester for something. Now what? <English>

"Sebastian Cullum Lambsey!" There goes that sound again shrill and excited as Ivy finally finds her missing brother. She launches herself in his direction. "I didn't find you on the Deuce? Did you get lost?" Or maybe she did? Did she get a little distracted between here and there? Always a possiblity with the younger Lambsey types. "You look FABULOUS!!" <English>

"Down boy," Reilly retorts, perhaps to both men? His tone is, however, teasing. "I should 'ave been bringin' the Gorram mule out 'ere." Not relishing the hike back, it seems? "No need tae bot'er 'im, 'e be busy. Just figured it would only be polite tae offer me well wishes before I just be 'igh tailin' it out of 'ere, aye?" Beginning of the evening, he looked fine, all things considered. Now? Not so much with the fine. And...he actually concedes, "Aye, I need tae lay down, but lackin' t'at, sittin' be better than standin'." <English>

Dale eyes his brother with a look that is one of those, where's my sister to distract him from this line of commenting? And there she is. Thank the gods. Oh hey look, he has another drink. The bartender likes him. Down it goes. "Uh-yeah, that. Man, I was nine. Jeeze. He found his way." He tells Ivy as she hurls herself towards them like someone shot her out of a starshot 50. <English>

"Yeh. Yeh. Yep." Lee is back to being a young human again, as evidenced by the negligent monotone replies he makes to anything that remotely approaches nagging, even if it is nagging to shoot up a nice apartment with deadly force if the pizza man even looks at him funny. "I'll be careful. We are swappin' out our com frequency, or no? Found Marc's under the bed in Ms. M. Moneybag's room at the Tit, it was set to receive only.. so didn't /seem/ like they were onto us through that." Stepping away a pace after catching a glimpse of other familiar faces now that the room has thinned by a little post-auction, he stops, and turns back to Balt. "What was Leu sayin' about high profile targets.. us? Somethin' new come up I didn't hear 'bout, or did he mean how we're targets in a Shotgun Weddin'?" <English>

Nysacire's head cocks slightly towards one side at the immediate reaction from Nolan. However, as it comes to be an embrace, her own arms snake upwards to coil around the man's upper back. Behind the silk material the grin is growing further as she leans up a few inches before suddenly halting - realizing there's a particular thing inbetween what she wanted to deliver. Choppy is the latin that comes forth from her lips at a mere murmur. "....................................." A glance out towards the side is offered before she looks back up to Nolan. "..............................................................." <Latin>

Josephine comes down the stairs with William, giving a smile to Adrian. "Hello there." She says with a soft smile, on her lips. "Are you enjoying yourself?" <English>

Leutrim's jaw tightens, but he nods once more to Reilly, a glance to Gerry, "Glass of wine might do him good if he's allowed?" He's not really sure of course what is best with Reilly's condition, "I can arrange transport back to the Deuce for you, no worries there." Leutrim has pushed as far as he dares, then he glances to Gerry once more as he turns, "You need any help with him, find me or ask one of the House Security to call me." Leu has noticed that Lord Winchester has come down from the balcony and into the ballroom proper, mixing with the remaining crowd. That's Leutrim's cue. He excuses himself from the others and starts on his way back across the floor, heading towards Lord Winchester himself... though his gaze wanders as he goes, looking around to see who is still here. <English>

Eugene gives Morgan a little wave in return, "Look forward to it." Watching as he heads toward Winchester for a moment, the sound of her name spins her around to face Dale, and the man shaking him. "Ah, nice to meet you, Sebastian." She looks a little amused, at the stories about Dale and actresses, but one look at Dale's increased rate of drinking tells her not to persue it. <English>

William smiles as he comes up to the first guest to approach the end of the master staircase, and smiles as he hears Josephine greet the man. "Chief Warrent Officer Calhoon... A pleasure to finally speak to you in person rather than an imager..." he muses warmly, offering a genteel bow before extending a hand. <English>

Patandy has moved to the edge of the dance floor, literally prowling around it for a few minutes. However, not spying anyone she knows on it, or anyone she knows well enough to pester near enough to it she sighs, resigning herself to move back towards the bar, getting couple fingers of whisky. She swirls the glass a few times, then downs the whole drink, placing the glass on the bar. <English>

Adrian grins. "As much as an infantry platoon commander can at something like this." He gives Winchester an apologetic look. "No offense, mind; it's a hell of a shindig. I'm just outta my element here. This is the kinda thing we line combat soldiers tend to shy away from. And actually, it's Lieutenant now. They snuck a proper commission on me when I was asleep.." He accepts Winchester's hand. <English>

Adrian

This man looks a touch older than many of the other baby-faced soldiers you've seen. Despite that, he seems to be quite young in the mind. Dark hair (nearly black), cut short enough you can see his scalp, a slightly grizzled face (as much as you'll see on an Alliance fed, anyway), and an almost tired expression that looks to be almost nailed on. He's usually smiling (unless you find him in his combat gear. In which case, his face would be totally covered.)

He wears an elaborately decorated Alliance uniform. The Evening Dress Uniform, only worn for the most formal occasions, is custom-made for each wearer, each being unique in the tiny details.

On his torso, he wears a finely-fitted jacket, made of a finely-woven dark gray woolen fabric and lined with royal purple silk. It has a standing collar, with royal purple piping along the edge. A row of small white gold buttons, highly polished, can secure the jacket closed, though traditionally only the uppermost button is secured, in the so-called Cavalry Style. On the large cuffs of the jacket, there is a purple-bordered square with white gold embroidery in a cross-shaped woven knotwork; a quatrefoil. Securing his cuff closed in a French cuff style are three white gold cuff links, polished to a high shine. Embroidered on both sides of his collar, with very fine stitching in metallic thread, is the rank insignia of a First Lieutenant. On the left side of the jacket are worn a number of miniature medals, arranged in three rows, with a single medal outset at the top of the so-called 'salad', along with his two Expert qualification badges (Rifle and Pistol), and his exceedingly ornate Advanced Infantry badge; A rifle with bayonet fitted, superimposed atop an old-style diving helmet, with gilded wings sprouting from it, as well as crossed lightning bolts behind it.

Underneath the jacket, he wears a perfectly-fitted shirt, made of white silk, secured closed by a line of white gold buttons. The front of the shirt is sewn with several lines of filigree embroidery leading from the middle. He wears a royal purple cummerbund, covering the border between shirt and pants with a series of neatly-folded pleats of finely-woven silk. He wears a long pair of trousers, made of finely-woven gray wool lined with royal purple silk, the same as his jacket. It's permanently creased neatly along the front and back of each leg. Along the outside of each leg, running the entire length of the trousers, is a thin royal purple stripe inside a wider silver stripe.

His hands are covered by expertly-fitted gloves of thin white silk, the only visible seams being three small ones on the back of his hand, secured with white thread, radiating from his wrist to his knuckles. On his feet are formal black leather shoes, highly polished, with thin black laces and a sole designed to be safe for use on highly polished floors, protecting the wearer from slips and the floor from scratches. Atop his head is a formal peaked cap, the main body of it constructed of white silk. The center of the cap is adorned with the insignia of the Alliance Military, in white gold, and it has a royal purple chin strap, usually secured neatly around the brim. A rigid black visor emerges from the front of the cap, polished to a high shine.

Around his shoulders is a cloak made of a heavier gray fabric, and lined with royal purple silk. It hangs down to his knees, and the cloak is secured around his neck by a white gold clasp and a length of gray cord reaching from one shoulder to the other.

Aiden arrives from Winchester Estate - Vestibule - Hera. Aiden has arrived.

Josephine smiles softly as she nods her head, going to give Adrian a hug after he's done shaking William's hand. "Congradulations... oh I have someone for you to meet, I have to find her... It's hard to keep track of where people have gone... Where is Amber... " She says as she lets him go and starts looking her eyes around. <English>

Morgan waits quietly nearby Adrian and Winchester, waiting for them to finish so he can speak to Winchester about the small matter he mentioned earlier. He watches the room as the two men talk. <English>

Sebastian scoffs, "Alright! Look." He raises a finger to Ivy, "Know what you two are thinking. And your right!" Pausing long enough to study the figures about his siblings, "I am going to weigh each and every one of them." A deep eruptinfg laugh fills the air, adding a wink for Eugene, "Good to meet you, sir! Want a shot? Dale's captain girlfriend is buying!" He laughs, signaling an order to the bartender. <English>

Amber, as it happens, is by an open window and watching the small group - Adrian, Josephine, and Lord Winchester - as they meet. When Josephine's eyes catch hers, she places her empty glass out of the way and walks over to join them. <English>

Nolan grins broadly, laughing a bit at the words that come from the woman. He raises his eyebrows, "..................................................................................................." A smirk is given after the seemingly fluent comments in the dead language are spoken, the veil pushed aside before a soft kiss is laid on the lips of the woman. <Latin>

"Take it easy Leu, and unclench yer jaw before ye be crackin' yer teet'" is the response the other man gets as he retreats. "We should be goin'," Reilly offers up to Gerry. He takes the engineer's hand and starts toward the door. He is moving a little more slowly than when he arrived, limping almost, but not quite. ...and he didn't miss that shrill Ivy screech! Best to be out of sight before she catches sight of him? <English>

Adrian smiles. "Used to, I had the excuse that I wasn't a full-blown officer, so I could tell folks not to bother saluting me. Then they took my spots, and gave me solid bars. And that excuse went out the window.. It's dam-- dar-- awful wierd; I started out enlisted, and now I've gotta commission." <English>

"Whiskey?" Ivy asks?? well, she half-pleads and really gets interested in the idea. "I know a /song/." She turns her big eyes on Sebastian 'cause she knows that only /sometimes/ works on Dale. Especially when she throws in the part about /knowing/ a song. I mean, there isn't anything wrong with bursting out in song at a public place, it's perfectly normal right? Of course, right! <English>

William smiles warmly as he gives a firm shake to the field soldier, adding a nod. "Yes... That is a most auspicious occasion. And, no disrespect taken by your words, Officer. To each man their element of choice," he answers, though his attention is drawn to Lord Thomas, as the second officer comes to whisper into his ear about something. A brow is raise, and William whispers something back. <English>

Patandy looks down the bar a few places at the Lamberts and Friends little drinking gathering. If she manages to catch Ivy's eye, she gives a small wave and a smile before ordering a whisky and soda. This drink she takes a bit more slowly, tenderly almost. <English>

Gerry nods to Reilly and clasps his hand around his captain's when his is taken. He doesn't seem to mind the slow pace except for the whole fact of what it means for Reilly's condition. But now at least this shindig is out of the way. <English>

Packard pays Winchester some money.

Dale stares at Sebastian. "Eugene's not.. Uh." He laughs suddenly. "Evalyn was my date, but she's not a captain.I'll explain later, I'll buy a round for us. It's cool." he chuckles. <English>

Not at all needing to speak with Lord Winchester, Leutrim merely takes up a position fairly close by to keep an eye on things. Not just House Security, but also personal security of his Lord, perhaps. Grey eyes cooly skim over those speak with, or waiting to speak with Lord Winchester, pausing a moment on Morgan, before slipping away to place Miss Josephine Bovie's whereabouts. Aelfred sits down at once as soon as Leu stops walking. The dog looks around and waits patiently, watchful. Some people over there starting to make out has captured the German Shepherd's attention. Alefred doesn't seem to like Nolan much anyway. <English>

The eyebrows dive downwards, forming a playful glare up towards Nolan. "........................................................................................................." As the whimy material to pulled out of the way, it really does fully come off due to the fact it wasn't really secure in its placement. Leaving the disguise to obscure at least half of her fase now no longer present. Logical thought is coming into play currently as she's now lost within the soft kiss granted onto her. Tongue curling upwards to vibrate against the roof of her mouth to form a purr. As the lips come to part, Nysacire's tongue once more comes to life. "........................................" <Latin>

Josephine smiles at Packard softly. "I hope your not terribly upset with me Lord Thomas... I just wanted to participate." She says with a flush of her cheeks then finally spots Amber. "Oh there you are dear, come over here.... Amber I would like you to meet a really good friend of mine Adrian... Adrian, this is Amber." <English>

Morgan watches Jo introduce Amber to Adrian and looks over to Winchester to wait for his attention. <English>

Smiling as she joins Josephine. Amber tilts her head in a small bow to Adrian. "I recall us having some slight discussion about your sword, sir, while arrangements about tonight were still being made." <English>

One his way out the door, Reilly murmurs something quietly into his icomm. The evening finally coming to an end is, actually, more than a bit of a relief. He'll catch up with Winchester later, but for now he's heading home for some much needed rest. <English>

Reilly heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Reilly has left.

Gerry heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Gerry has left.

William an Packard continue to converse, a few more exchanges of whispers before William gives a nod and clasps the man on the shoulder. "That sounds most wonderful, my friend. Brandy at your home soon, I promise." <English>

Sebastian shrugs, "Whatever you say." Eyeing Eugene briefly before laughing his soft blue eyes to Ivy, "There's my girl! And whiskey sounds great .. Think we can find some that ain't to rich for our blood?" Grinning at the girl and pounding a punch into Dale's shoulder, "Side's, these clothes are borrowed and it be a shame not to see them back to thier owner when he wakes up." <English>

Aiden has been here the entire time. If you haven't noticed him, it may be because he's just not doing anything interesting. The young man is done up tonight with shoulder-length, deep brown hair, a pair of silver glasses perched on his nose, obscuring his pale green eyes. He doesn't seem interested in being terribly social, appearing rather nervous by nature, and seems to have a habit of checking his pocket watch. Shazzam. <English>

Balt has no urge to ruffle Lee's soft hair (which he imagines smells like rose hips and apple blossoms) when the adolescent comes tone comes into his voice. Dog puberty usually involves spaying; humans aren't so lucky unless they're singers for the companion's guild. "Will switch up the comms. Time being hike up each digit in the frequency by one. Ought to do for the short term." He thinks on Leu's cryptic warning about Leu and Lee being targets. Maybe another piece on eligible bachelors with low standards came out on the cortex. "Said it was something from the cortex. Been scrambling about all day, ain't given much eye to vid screens. Plan on going back and checking though. Tell you to watch yourself, but likely is you already know that." The cash bar will be opening up soon do, and then the party will dry up like the showing of a PG snuff film. Instead he collects himself and heads for the door. "Wave me if you got yourself any questions, you hear." He doesn't look back to Lee under the assumption that he'll just be making faces or offensive hand puppets lip synching along to Balt's words. If Balt wanted to see saucy puppet shows, he'd spend more time out in Eavestown. <English>

Adrian smirks. "All honesty, I preferred being a warrant officer.. But with this freshly-solidified bar, I also got a raise, with no additional responsibility, really; I still only have a platoon, and a ship's armory to worry about.." He looks over to Josephine and Amber as the former brings herself, and the latter over. He offers his hand to Amber with a slightly screwy smile. "Indeed, we did. I forgot I still had the power cells for my Walther on me at the door; set off the chimes. Though I *did* leave the Walther itself out with my cycle..." <English>

Amber laughs. She tries not to, and even succeeds half a second. "Did you age Leutrim by a year when it happened? Or was it someone else's turn?" <English>

Adrian laughs in amusement. "Someone else's. They just sent the cells back to keep my cover and my coat company. 'Sides, I know Leutrim.. Not very well, but we *have* met.." <English>

Nolan gives a shrug, "Aye thats true, and you are most welcome to do that," he says with a grin, having moved back to english. At the latter comments from the woman, the man simply nods, "Yeah I know he left about an hour ago," he says with a grin. "Already did my job, now Im just...loitering," he says thoughtfully, looking around a bit before he notices the dog looking at him. "Ah...I wish that dog would just come over here and chew my throat or just leave me alone," he comments idly, looking at the dog with a grin for a moment. <English>

Dale winces at the pound into his shoulder. That's where he got skewered a little while ago. When his icom crackles he glances over in Reilly's direction and smiles his thanks at the man. Alcohol is obtained. When there are Lambsey reuinions, there is always alchohol. "Didn't I see Lee somewhere around here? He should meet you." <English>

Amber says in English, "So you'd merely be growled at by Aelfred, and not shot."

Morgan moves over to Winchester, "Evening again sir, If you have a moment to speak about that favor I had mentioned earlier?" he offers his hand to Winchester, "A great event you hosted this evening, I was honored to have participated in it." <English>

Adrian smirks. "My luck, growled at, and pounced. I'm frankly impressed with that pooch's discipline; I own a cat..." <English>

"Okay, okay," Ivy says she hasn't spotted Lee yet if he's still around but she has Sebastian pretty close at the moment. "I won't sing. They might kick me out of here...and Zander says that all whiskey is too rich for my blood except the lollipop flavored...no, we won't go there. Dale took the last one of those off my hands and though I've been itching to buy more, I haven't...I can behave..." right...any day now. <English>

Amber gives Adrian a shocked look. "OWN? A cat? Not possible. One is honoured by their deigning to exist with the quality of servitude you offer them." <English>

And indeed, Leutrim is lurking even now not very far from Adrian, Amber, Josephine... and listening in quietly as he keeps an eye on who is around Lord Winchester, and who is still about in the ballroom. But instead of saying anything, he touches the ear bud in his left ear and listens to something coming over the com. No comment need be made back, his pale grey eyes slip back towards Amber and those others around Josephine, Lord Winchester, etc. <English>

Packard bows to Josephine, "It was an honor ... t'were it anyone else I'd have felt loss but as you are ... so close to the man who taught me the Piretti defense as a child ... it is an honor if I may say so." He turns to Winchester, "I thank you for letting me come in my ... downgraded but not pointless status to your home tonight my old friend." He looks around, "Did you all know that Will and I proved the intermitant theorum of gravity before we were ten ... we didn't know it until many years later ... apparently gravity is nullified temporarily but screaming, 'OH Shit!' simultaneously with your best friend." <English>

Patandy sighs as she fails to get Ivy's eye contact with a wave from down the bar. Oh well. Taking her still mostly full glass, she detatches from the bar. Once again she begins to prowl around at the edge of the dance floor, watching the couples. After a while she even mostly closes her eyes, smiling a little to herself as she sways a tad with the music. <English>

Aelfred's tongue lolls out and the German Shepherd, who is still watching Nolan from where he sits by Leutrim's left leg, looks like the dog is ... smiling. <English>

Common sense tends to be a major factor in people's actions yet for Nysacire, that's always been lacking. Almost like instinct her tongue is moving onto english now that Nolan is speaking it, not really thinking twice about it. Piveting her head towards thes ide, she follows Nolan's gaze over towards said dog. One arm comes to undrape from around Nolan, lowering downwards as she coils her fingers inwards - all but the index one. The comments having fallen unresponded to at this time as she makes a point to speak to the dog. "Pooch.", she begins, pointing directly at Nolan's crotch. "You aim there with those choppers, then I'll personally remove your own bits." <English>

Turning his attention for a moment to the conversation consisting of Adrian, Josephine, and Amber, William chuckles briefly at the jests being passed back and forth before his attention turns to Morgan, the Hunter from the Gaelic Gypsy returning to have another moment of the Lord's time. Giving a nod, William turns towards Morgan. "Of course, Hunter Kenderick... I do believe I have a moment to spare at this time..." he chuckles, nodding softly. "Of course... I'm glad that yor are enjoying yourself," he adds, though he glances over his shoulder towards Packard a moment, his old friend regalling them with tales of their youth. <English>

Adrian smirks. "Okay, she owns me.. But sometimes I'd swear she's half a family dog for how she acts sometimes. She's so hyperactive, I'm afraid to let any stimulants around her 'cause I think she might blow up.." <English>

Morgan smiles to Winchester, "Thank you sir, as for my personal matter. There is a member of the crew who is a big gun buff, and a fan of yours. I was wondering if you would be able to sell a Winchester rifle that I could give to her as a gift. Perhaps with a signature of yours on the weapon or some other suitable notation? She was unable to attend the event this evening, so I was hoping to bring her back a suprise." <English>

Amber tells Adrian with a straight face. "I will make sure i smuggle the catnip contraband in vacu-sealed packs. <English> Sebastian takes down one shot, then another that was to be Dale's, "Great!" He eyeballs Ivy, lord knows its hard enough being a Lambsey and not being able to sing. "Then lets get out of here, huh?" Shrugging off the fine jacket he 'found'. "Snobby ass gun runners. Lets split before I got to deal with .." His eyes flicker to a name, 'hunter'. "Some punk starts hitting on Ivy." Tossing a nod to his sister but offering Dale a look that trouble may find them soon. <English>

As Baltimore takes his leave, parting advice thrown over shoulder, Lee stands stock still for a moment, head craned forward a bit and tipped to the side, continuing in the evening's canine theme. Put a giant phonograph in front of him and some Coreworld audio conglomerate is looking at major profit hikes in the next fiscal year. No snippy hand-puppetry comes into play - Balt's taking off to parts unknown (or to the men's room) and Lee's simply inconsolable. "Right-i-o, Cap'n," he yelps after the gent. "I'll cook a meatloaf for dinner!" Hmmm. Could be there've been some wires crossed somewhere in this apartment situation. The boy turns about once then, triangulating himself towards the bar. <English>

Josephine lets out a chuckle at Packards words. "I had no idea, Lord Winchester would otherwise have me think he a saint as a child... one day we should have tea and you tell me more of these stories Lord Thomas." She says with a giggle on her lips. "Though I was wondering if you could do me the honor of a dance. Lord Winchester being so busy, I might not get a chance to have a dance at all if I waited for him, and I can't leave a party not atleast having one dance." <English>

Baltimore heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Baltimore has left.

Marc has disconnected.

William gives a nod towards Morgan's request, smiling softly as he again looks over his shoulder to watch Packard and Josephine, and laughs softly as some plans for airing 'dirty' laundry are made. Looking back to Morgain, William gives a nod. "How about something more perminant... If you can give me some time, I'll see about engraving my signature into a mode 1894 for your crewmate." <English>

Adrian laughs. "Good luck getting that stuff into the armory.. That's where Shroedinger and I spend most of our time. I barely use my quarters.." <English>

pain. Amber closes her eyes. "Schroedinger? Does the cat know what regions of uncertainty that opens up in its life?" <English>

When Sebastian snags Dale's whiskey, Ivy makes the extreme sacrifice and shoves her shot toward Dale. "Let's go then, I've just been looking for you..." she lifts her head and looks over the room. A smile and wave are sent toward Patandy but she's looking for, "Lee Ivor Corsuca?!" Yep, there goes that voice again. She holds it back a little since she doesn't have the bracing of the whiskey to help her continue to hit tht high note. <English>

Eugene just smiles at the elder Lambsey, moving with a swish of velvet skirts to leave her empty wineglass on the bar. Pushing it toward the bartender, her eyes move over the remaining crowds and the folks on the dancefloor. "Catch you later then?" she offers to Dale and siblings, an apologetic smile for her co-worker, she leans in and whispers something to him before moving off in the direction of a certain security man and his dog. <English>

Morgan nods and smiles, "That would be perfect sir. I appreciate your time, I would gladly compensate you for the rifle." he pauses, "I was also asked to mention that another member of my crew would like to make a purchase tomorrow. Jade, who was at the event tonight. I'm sure she will be in touch with your company for an L1A1 I believe." <English>

Adrian laughs. "Don't look at me, lady; my parents are scientists. They named her, not me.." He chuckles. "But I'm always *very* careful to keep her out of boxes containing radioisotopes.." <English>

Nolan rolls his eyes a bit at Nysa, "Really? I mean...some measure of restraint should be used about now, yeah? Have ya taken a gorram gander around lately?" Eyes move around the room at a few of those gathered before he takes another drink of the water, leaning in to whisper to Nysa. <English>

Patandy sighs again, finally finishing her drink she's currently holding. Leaving the edge of the dance floor, the redhead starts to make her way across the room to the bar, pausing to grab a little chocolate goody off the buffett table. She places the glass on the bar, shaking her head at the 'tender to indicate no refils. <English>

William chuckles softly and nods to Morgan. "Of course... I'll be happy to assist your crewmate when they come by... But, you must excuse me..." he muses, giving a genteel bow before spiritin himself over towards Josephine's side. "Come, my dear... I'm sorry to cut in like this, my old friend... But, I fear I must insist on this first dance with Madamouselle Bovie... and save her from boring old stories..." he muses in a playful voice. <English>

Amber pffts. "Had a load of medical isotopes bust loose once. She's have loved it. All those tinkly glass vials spinning around in free gavity. Catching them was an 'interesting' experience. Close enough for me." <English>

Dale grins at Gene, "I sure will." he winks at her. He waves in Patandy's direction as he glances around when Ivy speaks up, then spies Lee. "There he is. Lee, come on! Time to bail." he calls to the kid. A look to each of his siblings. "You're both going to make my life insane aren't you?" he grumbles, but it's a good natured grumble. <English>

Adrian cocks an eyebrow. "That must've been fun.. Though I don't think she'd like microgravity.. I sure didn't at AIS.." <English>

The fingers uncoil, dropping the hand back down beside her as the whisper comes to fall onto her hearing. Nysacire's eyebrows furrow downwards as she gives a dumbfounded look directly up to Nolan. Click, click, click. Give it a few more minutes.. then.. BAM. Instantly her eyes are widening as enlightenement is pounded down onto her. Shoulders slink downwards as a small pout is formed presented by bottom lip extendng outwards. In turn, murmuring surfaces in the form of a whisper in return. <English>

Standing quietly, Leutrim glances at Aelfred and his pale grey eyes follow the dog's interest to ... Nolan and some gal he's cuddling up with over there. A faint frown as he now also watches them, but they don't seem to be causing any difficulty with the other guests and aren't being indecent that he can see. Doesn't recall having seen that gal come in though. Just then a swirl of deep blue velvet catches Leutrim's eye and his gaze shifts to ... Eugene, walking directly towards himself. Leu smiles then walks the short distance to meet her, "Getting late - are you a sleepy head, Miss Soh?" <English>

A flicker of a grin over Amber's lips as she replies to Adrian. "You get used to it - or you get used to cleaning up the mess you make in it. Truly." <English>

Adrian shrugs. "Oh, I did. When you train in micro-grav combat for two weeks, you either get used to it, or you wash out of Advanced Infantry." <English>

Nysacire

The female that stands before you appears to be in her early twenties, though she has far more experience then her age lets on. She stands at a height of 5'7". Red-hue locks of hair fall freely to her middle back. The shades of colour dance with the light shifting from orange highlights to brilliant yellow, mocking almost that of living flame but much more subtle. Her eyes catch the most attention. A shade of emerald that twinkles even when in complete darkness. Her eyes are emphasized by black eyeliner. Her face is gifted with soft features, with never a harsh line nor wrinkle, holding steadfast to the youth that she possesses. The nose holds no center peak to it, only to lightly cascade downwards into the lightly flared nostrils. Lusciously full lips curve across her features, a natural pale mauve colour. To add to the flare of the ensemble, a purple silk veil comes to mask half of her face, obscuring the features.

The muted purple shades of her dress almost seem to shimmer, its simple wide neckline a graceful curve that reveals a slight turn of partial bare shoulder, an expanse of throat. Flowing sleeves are captured at her wrists, cuffed and fastened with amethyst buttons. Longer and slender fingers come from the palms of the hands. If one looked closely they would see the tips of the fingers calloused over quite well along with parts of the palms. The soft fabric eases down her form to her ankles. Her figure enhanced, waist cinched with a belt-like corset, fine embroidery of gold and silver on a black silk background, a slight peak and drop point at its laced front. The feet are held with the barely-there fine black straps of a pair of black satin 3-inch heels.

.--[Carrying]-- | - Worn on the left hand's ring finger. | `(Metal Ring - 16852) | - A small earpiece located in her right ear. | `(iComm - 9652) '--------------

Sebastian reaches behind Dale and aims a smack on Eugene's bottom. His face a devilish grin as a laugh bubbles up out from his lips. "Yes!" Tossing an arm on Dale's shoulder. "Lets get out of here." Bright baby blue eyes sparkle as his other arm wraps bout Ivy's shoulder. "Did I mention how much I missed you two?" He muses, "Should remind me sometime." <English>

Patandy brighten a little bit as Dale and Crew give her a little wave, which she returns. Though as she notes them getting ready to leave her smile fades a little. Well, wasn't a total waste of an evening, got to get all prettied up. Not very often she's an excuse to do that. <English>

Amber wrinkles her nose. "I think I'd wash out of it when it came to signing on," she says candidly. "Not much of a combat sort." <English>

Nolan grins, wrapping his arm around the woman. "What? Of course not," he says with a smile, leaning down to whisper a bit more to the woman before he pulls her close, rocking back and forth slowly. A look is given over towards the bar before the man chuckles. "Eh, lets grab something to drink. Might as well get something from having to stand around all evening..." he says with a content nod, looking down to Nysa as he waits for her to agree or...not. <English>

Josephine smiles between the two Lords as she nods her head. SHe then very quietly whispers into Williams ear, speaking softly to him before she pulls back and plants a soft kiss upon his lips. Once she's finished she leans over to Amber, speaking very softly to the woman and then again to Adrian very quietly before she finally takes Packards arm and whispers softly into his ear for the last time. <English>

Morgan moves over to Pat and smiles, "You were looking for a dance werent' you? I'll make you a deal.. you keep it a secret, and I'll have one dance with you tonight. Would be a shame for you to get all done up without having one dance at this fancy event.. " he pauses, "oh, no teasing about the monkey suit either." <English>

Ivy must be slipping. Lee had spotted her long before her voice pierced the wide-open space of the ballroom. And so the kid doesn't even flinch when he hears her hail, including that charming (read: gotarded) adlib of a middle name. Just alters his steps to swing 'round to the departing group of familiar individuals. Even Sebastian looks familiar in some suspicious familial way. Keep on sleuthin', Lee. "Did you see Aelfred?" he calls out, whatever blue funk he'd been in earlier on Persephone dissipated considerably. "Pooch remembered me." <English>

Dale just glares at Sebastian, as usual. This is why he tried to avoid both of his siblings for years and years! His luck. They do crazy things and he has to talk people out of killing them. "That's my co-worker. Feel free to smack any other person's butt. I would apologize before her boyfriend's dog decides to bite your hand off." <English>

"oh-" Amber's head turns "Sir, would you and Josephine come with me? Myself and some of the Household put in together to get you a celebration gift. Its not much, but - we hope you like it. I left it in the library." <English>

Patandy smiles warmly at Morgan. "Thank ye Morgan, I appreciate it. But ye dinnae 'ave to if ye dinnae really want. I know ye were nae wantin' to." She slips an arm around Morgan's apparently still totally sober despite the amount of drink she's inbibed tonight. "An' why would I tease ye 'bout the tuxedo? Makes ye look very dashing. An' why secret? Fraid Lex will get mad, or tha' it'll ruin ye're mannly image?" <English>

[MHZ] Josephine says, "Leutrim, there is a known criminal at the party a woman by the name of Nysacire, a known member of the Pirate Common Wealth, I am escorting the Lords out of the party safely. Please secure the rest of the Bennett Family, and remove her." <English>

Said dog is now trotting along side Leutrim and looks happy to greet Eugene himself. Aelfred's ears are up as usual, his tail even up a little bit - finally another friendly person the German Shepherd knows well. Almost a hoppy little dance from the dog before Alefred pauses, looking expectant and mostly keeping his place next to Leutrim. <English>

Nysacire's head lolls downwards, coming to plant forehead onto the man's chest as the arms wrap around her. The fingers of the free hand slide outwards, curling around one of his hips as she grasps onto it tightly. Muffled murmuring surfaces past the lips as she speaks literally into his jacket. A shifting of her weight, a lifting of her head as she glances over her shoulder towards the door once more. <English>

Ivy glares at Dale as if he must have problems with the boys in the family, surely he's not annoyed with her! She grins as she spies Lee, blinks when Sebastian's hand lands where it does, "You're so going to kick his ass?" She asks Eugene. "A girl should be looking for that to be acceptable." <English>

Morgan looks at pat, "you'll understand if you take me up on the dancefloor." he manages a smile. "I wouldn't have offered if I didn't want to Pat." another pause, "And yea, if word gets out I'm dancing.. my uptight asshole image will be ruined. So do you want to dance or no?" <English>

William lets out a soft breath as he returns the soft, brief kiss back to Josephine, though continues to smile that charming smiles as he looks over towards Amber, and gives a nod. "Of course, my dear. I'll be along in just one moment..." he muses giving a nods as he whispers softly into his iComm until. <English>

[MHZ] Winchester says, "Confirmed, Josephine. Leutrim... Do not engadge them in a firefight in case they are armed. Observe from a distance. I shall dismiss the party before we contact the Alliance once they're off estate grounds." <English>

Amber smiles at Adrian "Come also, if you wish, since you're a friend of Josephine's?" She turns, walking to the door, preparing to hold it open for the party to pass through. <English>

Nolan chuckles softly, giving a shrug. "Aye Im not much for the public scene either," he offers. The notion of a drink seems to be pushed aside in exchange for the notion of departure from this party at which Nolan sticks out bad enough being duster-clad in the sea of formality. A soft turn is made towards the door. "Aye, could head back to the Dregs, or back home. Or somewhere else, who knows. Pick a place," he grins down at the woman, his arm pulling her closer softly. <English>

What the? Who the? Some guy just smacked Eugene on the backside!? Leutrim instantly looks to Sebastian, some fellow he dosen't know and gives the other man a distinctly UNFRIENDLY look. But Dale is right there, already hauling the said offender off. Leutrim opens his mouth to say something but before a sound comes out, something comes over Leutrim's ear bud on his com channel. He freezes, listening to it. Then his pale grey eyes skim at once over the ball room and his left hand drops to trigger his own icomm mike. Whatever he says is asked very low and does not carry, spoken softely into his collar. A quick glance to Eugene to see how she is reacting to the smack from Sebastian herself. <English>

Patandy giggles slightly. "I'd love to, thank ye." she says, waiting to be escorted to said dance floor. "An' ye cannae be as bad as some o' the men I've danced with. Trust me." <English>

[MHZ] You transmit, "I'm not familiar with that name... I need a description, please." <English>

Adrian nods. "I still have a request of Ld. Winchester, so I may's well tag along.. Thank you." He gives the ballroom a slow look, and his eyes narrow slightly as he spies Duster-Clad Nolan, though he doesn't recognize him. However, he himself sticks out; he's the only one here in an Alliance Evening Dress uniform. <English>

As Sebastian's hand finds it's mark, Eugene whirls, quick as a cat, fingers curling into a fist that starts to raise, but as it's Dale's brother who's the culprit, she drops it back to her side. Slowly the fingers uncurl, a brittle smile forms, and she looks to Dale, then Ivy. "Nah, I hate to ruin my dress. It's borrowed." Deep breaths Eugene...deeeep breaths. She turns back, shakes her head at Leu, "No, wide awake now." she answers, somewhat belatedly. <English>

Morgan nods and escorts Pat out to the dance floor, turning towards her and putting a hand gingerly on her hip, and the other takes her hand.. "So yea.. I'm a little rusty at this stuff." <English>

[MHZ] Josephine says, "Purple dress with black, purple veil... the orange yellow hair... She is a known Pirate Common Wealth Member, and known to be very dangerous." <English>

Josephine smiles at Packard as she takes his arm, leaning to whisper into his ear softly. <English>

Patandy grins at Morgan. "'Tis a walse. Simple. Left forwards, step ta th' right, feet together. Back on th' right, step left, feet together, repeat." she says with mild amusement. "Jus' make sure ye dinnae run into anyone." <English>

"I would," Ivy says but then she's skipping forward in heels that aren't meant to be skipped in, damn the enthusiasm to get out of the ballroom. "Damn it, Sebastian. Treat a lady like a lady--none of that business about how all women want to be treated like.." she frowns. "Never mind." <English>

[MHZ] You transmit, "Target visual confirmed. Moving to escort remaining Bennet family members out." <English>

Lee arrives to one side of the Party of Five (guys.. someone had to reference it), and pauses, casting wordless gaze from face to face. Something just happened here. But what. Damn it. First Xander, then Sebastian. How is it Lee keeps missing out on seeing Eugene getting spanked? It's like her derriere is the Snuffaluphagus of the Firefly 'Verse. Or Polkaroo. Or something. <English>

"Ladies and Gentlement..." William's voice comes out clearly over the classical music playing. "I do so hate to have to do this... But I'm afraid I must call the party to a close. It would seem some old friends of mine have planned a celebration suprise with my family. Please, take food on your way out, and leave the glasses somewhere for the servants to pick up after them. Again, my most sincere appoligies, and again, my thanks." <English>

Morgan shakes his head, "yea yea.. give me a tactical engagement and I'm fine.. social events? not my thing." he starts to move according to Pat's directions, obvioulsy trying to repeat the moves in his head as he repeates them with his feet. <English>

His gaze sweeping ove the ballroom and briefly lighting here or there, Leutrim then returns his attention to Eugene. He steps closer and puts a hand out to take her arm gently, then says something low in her ear. A bit of a smile, eye contact though is not smiling, then he lets her arm go, "Forgive me, I have duties." With an indrawn breath, Leu turns away from Eugene and starts back towards the staircase and balcony where the remaining members of the Bennet Family are mingling. To them he goes and interrupts, with an apology, then speaks in a low voice for a moment with them. A moment later, the ladies and others of that group are beginning to drift out - a nice walk in the garden at this hour it looks like. <English>

As the party is called halfway through her one, single dance, Pat swears, not quietly, but fortunately in Gaelic. She sighs as the music ends, giving Morgan a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks anyways hun, I appreciate it." She slides her hands around his arm again. "Guess tha's our cue ta head back ta th' ship or somewhat." <English>

Sebastian walks his two sibling soff, throwing a glance over his shoulder to Eugene, "Awake? Baby, that ain't half of what you would be feeling in the mornin.. "Shit! Ivy saw that! Ten to one, she knows the girl who was spanked too. "Right! Sorry .. just looked liked she needed .." Damn it! Thats the taste of rubber! Bastian looks to Dale in obvious need of help. The taste of his foot is in his mouth is growing bland. Not to mention the lecture he'll get from Ivy. "A wake up call." Laughing despite the danger he is in. <English>

Morgan smiles, "It would appear so, at least you only had to suffer with me for half a song." he pats Pat's arm softly, and turns to walk towards the door with her, "I guess it is.. shall we?" <English> Josephine nods her head to Packard as she smiles, kissing his cheek and giving him another whisper before she goes to catch up with William. <English>

Packard blurts, "Lieutenant Calhoun ... if you would please ... as a favor ... stand by for a moment." He turns to Will, "Do you mind if Adrian joins us?" <English>

Patandy motions with her free hand for Morgan to lead the way. <English>

Amber has disconnected.

Dale mutters under his breath, "I already have a migraine, fantastic. Seb, you've only been in the same world as me for half a day. Christ on a bike. I had almost forgotten how much you and Ivy are alike. I think I'm running away to Jiangyin. I'll hole up somewhere and be a crazy ass hermit for the rest of my life mumbling about how my siblings drove me crazy. Maybe Lee will come with me and be my sidekick and we can stamp out rats until we die. Come on. Lets get the hell out of here. You too Lee." With that, he stalks the exit, Winchester is his hero. <English>

Morgan moves out with pat, looking over to Eugene as he departs. <English>

Dale heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Dale has left.

Eugene heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Eugene has left.

Lee heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Lee has left.

Morgan heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Morgan has left.

Patandy heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Patandy has left.

Sebastian heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Sebastian has left.

[MHZ] You transmit, "Man she is with is called Nolan...Landry? Lord Carmichael's armed security tonight. Had a little incident with the man outside but finally let him in at Lord Carmichael's behest. He is armed." <English>

[MHZ] Josephine says, "Nolan, he's another name known to be with the Pirate Common Wealth, why would Lord Carmichael vouch for him?" <English>

William smiles to Packard, and gives a nod to his request. "Of course he may, my dear friend. Please... right this way..." he says, motioning towards the door leading outside to the Patio. Looking back up towards Leutrim and the rest of his family, William continues to smile as he waits on them to join him down on the main floor. <English>

[MHZ] Winchester says, "I know not... But, let's not press the subject if he is armed. Let's pray they depart peacefully, then leave them to the Alliance. I shall address this matter with Lord Carmichael personally... In private..." <English>

Having seen to his duty and the House Bennet family guests departing, Leutrim turns around and surveys the ballroom which is starting to get a little thinner as folk start to head on out for the evening. Leu says something low once more into his icomm pickup as he starts to make his way, the German Shepherd heeling by his side. <English>

[MHZ] You transmit, "Understood." <English>

Nolan heads through the exit labeled <VE> Vestibule. Nolan has left.

With that smile still lingering on his face, William turns and proceeds to follow his company out onto the back patio of his estate. <English>

Winchester heads through the exit labeled <PL> Plantation. Winchester has left.

Adrian heads through the exit labeled <PL> Plantation. Adrian has left.

Packard heads through the exit labeled <PL> Plantation. Packard has left.

Josephine heads through the exit labeled <PL> Plantation. Josephine has left.

You take Aelfred.

End of RP Log - Do not know outcome of Nolan-Nysacire-Alliance RP ------------

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