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The Governor's BallJune 1, 4995 -------------------------------------------- Ballroom, Governor's Mansion Smelling of fresh paint and plaster, this hall is decorated with banners and streamers. The walls are pristine white, while the floor is mosaic of polished red, grey and white marble tiles. One small table sits on a raised dais before a main table draped in white cloth. A small group of brass and string musicians is set up in a corner by the stairs. [There are places set here] Well dressed waiters circulate through the room serving Leminkainen vegetable slices. The band begins playing an Ishtkhrian saraband with a violin solo. The doorman bows as Andrei enters the room. "Announcing Decados Count Andrei Vassily Mandin Decados."
Andrei Tonight Andrei is wearing tight fitting black clothing, accentuating every contour on his body. A black billowing cloak is fastened at his throat with a bright green emerald clasp, which if you look closely has the Mantis symbol engraved on it. The inside of the cloak is a a very dark green silk, with the Mantis symbol subtly hidden in the weave of the material. Black knee high boots complete the picture. The simple yet elegant cut of his clothing is further enhanced by the obvious high quality of the material. A strange scent wafts out every time he moves his cloak, slightly sweet but not unpleasant.. conjuring thoughts of the man eating plants on Severus luring their prey closer.. The band begins playing a Severan rondo with a flute solo. The doorman bows as Ethan enters the room. "Announcing Muster Major Ethan Sawisha."
Ethan A man, of middle height and pale skin. His short, spiky hair, matches his eyebrows and piercing blue eyes for colour; a blue too intense, and translucent, to be found in nature. When with people, a warm smile is quick to form and laughter dances in his odd eyes. Ethan wears a long shirt, left untucked and unbuttoned near the neck, made of some sort of thin fabric. As it moves and shifts the colours swirl from deep blue to verdant greens. On closer inspection it actually looks as if the shirt is made from some form of snake-skin, incredibly thin and light, it still retains its scales. Each fold and wrinkle seems designed to showcase his too perfect body. A pin in red carnellian and gold, is affixed to his shirt above his heart, depicting the Muster insignia. The long sleeves come to tight cuffs around the wrists of his strong hands. His fingernails are that same odd blue. Black pants sweep down to the floor in ripples of soft leather. Hard heeled boots of black leather rise nearly to his knees. Clasps and buckles of all sorts adorn them, and they shine as if lacquered. In all, he seems more like a work of art than a living person. His movements are too graceful, his body too sculpted, and his eyes are too unnatural. The doorman bows as Alexei enters the room. "Announcing Decados Baron Alexei Richard Petchkin of House Decados."
Alexei Baron Alexei Richard Petchkin Decados is a middle-aged man of average height and build, with neatly cut, raven-black hair and piercing green eyes. A wide band of black makeup covers both eyes, and his ears bear one silver ring each. He is clad in a black sleeve-less tunic of black velvet, with a high, silver-edged collar and two rows of silver buttons, each adorned with the Decados mantis. The shirt worn underneath is undecorated, of a black, synthetic, silk-like fabric, with sleeve buttons matching those on the tunic. A square velvet cloak is fastened to both shoulders with two brooches in black and silver, also with the mantis symbol embossed on them. His black trousers are tucked into knee-high black leather boots, which are polished to a mirror sheen. The doorman bows as Cassandra enters the room. "Announcing Decados Marquis Cassandra."
Cassandra Flowing red hair tumbles wildly about her face, over her shoulders and down her back, framing an oval face. High cheekbones are covered with a smattering of freckles that cross the bridge of her nose. Her lips are full, if slightly pouty, and her wide green eyes contrast sharply with her fiery hair and fair skin. She wears a silk skirt of shimmering black woven with gold threads that swirls around her shapely legs. A sleeveless blouse of the same fabric clings to every curve and a delicate gold shawl embroidered with blackses hangs loosely from her shoulders. On her feet are a pair of black dancing slippers with gold ribbons that criss-cross around her ankles and tie in a small bow. She stands just over five and a half feet tall, her form is slender, but not athletic, too rounded for an athlete, though admittedly in all the right places. The doorman bows as Cadish enters the room. "Announcing Engineers Crafter Cadish Morgein."
Cadish A tall, severe looking man with closely cropped grey hair, hollow cheeks, pale skin and large, and unnaturally bright blue eyes lined with age and exhaustion. He wears a dusty black coat over a grey shirt and baggy yellow pants. Ethan seems to choke as Cassandra is announced. "My Lady, I did not know! Please forgive me!" He says quietly, though those near the door can probably hear it. Alexei spots Cadish entering and looks at him interestedly. Cassandra blinks and smiles at Ethan, "Forgive you for what?" Andrei sits down at Main Table. Ethan bows his head. "I have failed to show you the proper respect, my Lady." Andrei sits down and looks around the room, noting Cadish for the first time, eyes glittering. He looks enquiringly at Cassandra and Alexei.. Cadish sits down at Main Table. The doorman bows as Michael enters the room. "Announcing Imperial Captain Michael."
Michael Short cropped black hair, with spots of grey at the temples. Hazel eyes with dark lines underneath. A dark blue coat over a dark grey tunic. Black cotton slacks. A scowl seems etched on his face. Cassandra moves close to Ethan and whispers something to him. Ethan bows "Yes my Lady." The doorman bows as Sarasvati enters the room. "Announcing al-Malik Marquessa Amalthea Sarasvati Nur bai-Saa'ud al-Malik, Marquessa Harrapa."
Sarasvati Savastri draws eyes like a flame draws moths--a tall, elegant flame with golden skin and the grace of a dancer. Her features are of extra-ordinary refinement, dominated by sea-green eyes, a slight tilt betraying some Li Halan ancestry, that can glitter like emeralds, dance like stars, or dream like mist, all in the space of a few seconds. Her thick, night-black hair flows loosely about her right shoulder and down to the middle of her back. The left side her scalp is shaved clean and upon it is painted a profusion of flowers in vibrant green and gold. The artwork continues out to surround her left eye, two golden stamens hanging down her cheek. In the middle of her forehead is a small, black tattoo of a jumpgate. She is wearing a sleeveless, high-necked gown of fine green silk which clings to her lithe but curvaceous form. A pattern of jagged, interlocking glyphs, embroidered in golden thread, begins at her shoulder, descends to her upper thigh where it grazes the slit in her skirt, then turns to wind across her lower back, the glyphs shrinking in size until they disappear altogether on the right. A belt of large gold loops hangs over her hips, and a half-dozen thin golden bracelets decorate each arm. From her ears hang large gold earrings in the form of the al-Malik starburst, edged in emeralds. A gold-colored sheath hangs from the center of the belt, the handle of a Ukari ceremonial knife clearly visible. Sarasvati hands her cloak to the doorman. Cassandra glances around and sees that Andrei has already found a place at the table and wanders over. The doorman bows as Brennan enters the room. "Announcing Hawkwood Count Lord Brennan Alexander Hawkwood, Count of Frisia."
Brennan Brennan's dark blond hair is gathered into a ponytail at the back of his neck by a dark blue ribbon. A dove grey long vest and breaches accent his steely blue-grey eyes. The long vest is accented by heavy blue embroidery which features a pair of Hawkwood Lions on its breast. His sword belt is black leather with intertwined ice wyrms embroidered in silver along its entire length. The sword sheathed at his side is a silver swept hilt rapier of simple style. The breeches are gathered into dark steely-blue boots fashioned from soft, scaled leather. The full off-white sleeves of his shirt end in tight cuffs at his wrists. On his left hand is a simple gold signet ring. Alexei smiles expansively, "Greetings, crafter Cadish" Andrei looks around noting Sarasvati's progress across the floor. Brennan looks around at the room. Andrei mutters to Cassandra, "have you met her before?" Alexei sidles over to the main table, and says something in Russian. Andrei nods to Alexei. He glances in Ethan's direction.. Sarasvati walks towards the main table where she recognizes Ethan. Cassandra grins up at Alexei and nods. Sarasvati says, "Good evening, Ethan" Sarasvati nods politely to the rest of the table. Alexei notices Brennan's arrival, and walks over to him. Brennan nods to Alexei, "Good Evening." Andrei nods cooly at Sarasvati, his eyes glittering in the light. Ethan bows "Good evening, my Lady. How fair you tonight" He says to Sarasvati. Well dressed waiters circulate through the room serving hot stuffed shrimp. Alexei nods to Brennan with a smile, although his eyes are narrowed somewhat. "Good Evening, my lord." Sarasvati says, "I'm doing well, and you my dear major?" The doorman bows as Morgan enters the room. "Announcing Muster Private Morgan."
Morgan Black Hair with a touch of white in it, slightly over long and a touch unruly. His eyes dart swiftly around observing all and missing nothing. A black shirt with a muster pin on the collar, very well tailored and perfectly fitted. At his back a holstered firearm is tastefully concealed. Black pants with silver highlight down the sides. Crisp black boots so shiny you can see your face in them. Tied tight and chosen for function , not form. A grim smile drifts across his lips as he studies you. The eyes you noticed before are dead within. Ethan looks over towards the door, in the hopes that Morgan will spot him in the crowd. Morgan studies the room , noticing entrances and exits and then moves against a wall to lean there for the moment Brennan look at you Andrei sit back, looking over the crowd, slowly taking a bite of shrimp. The band begins playing a Kishian serenade with a flute solo. Ethan says, "I am also well, my Lady, thank you." Sarasvati says "And your friends?" She raises an eyebrow as she awaits introductions. Morgan begins to wander through the crowd , deftly moving around all that are there Andrei looks at Ethan, then slowly lets his gaze wander over Sarasvati... Ethan stands from his chair, and takes a breath as he prepares introductions. Alexei looks at Brennan. "So, how does my lord tonight?" Morgan approaches Ethan's location and studies those around him Morgan attempts to catch Ethan's eye Andrei looks over at the man approcahing Ethan, a slight sneer passing over his lips.. eyes glittering. Brennan says, "I am well, and yourself?" Ethan says, "Marquessa Sarasvati al-Malik, this is Count Andrei Vassily Mandin Decados, Lady Cassandra Decados and Baron Alexei Decados." Alexei's grin shows a few teeth, "Oh, I am doing just perfectly this evening." Ethan nods to Morgan, briefly. Sarasvati sits down at Main Table. Brennan says, "That is good, I assume. I see your house has come out in great strength this evening." Sarasvati nods to them all, holding her hand out first to the Count. Alexei looks thoughtful. "Yes, there does seem to be a number of us here." Cassandra looks up as she is introduced and nods respectfully to Sarasvati, smiling. Morgan sits down at Main Table. Morgan stands and leaves Main Table. Andrei nods to the Marquessa, taking her hand and bowing his head over the back. "My lady.. plased to make your aquantance.." Morgan moves to the Back of the room. Cadish stands and leaves Main Table. Cadish moves to the Back of the room. Andrei mutters to Cassandra, "why do..." Brennan climbs up the stairs. The band begins playing an Urthish minute with a simple arrangement. Alexei moves away from the area near the door. Alexei sits down at Main Table. Alexei approaces the Main Table and sits down next to the other Decados. Andrei mutters to Cassandra, "shall... dance..." The band begins playing a Severan polonaise with a mournful harmony. The doorman bows as Climacus enters the room. "Announcing Orthodox Priest Climacus."
Climacus A tall man of indeterminate age with broad shoulders and a spare frame, wearing a simple crimson cassock. Around his neck hangs a large silver jumpgate cross, a second, tiny jumpgate cross hangs from his pierced left ear, and a scarlet and gold(colored) prayer rope loops around his left wrist. His skin is a rich copper in color, his hair a slightly lighter red-gold. His curling, untrimmed beard reaches almost to the bottom of his rib-cage; his scalp is shaved clean except for a thick braid which hangs from the back down to his waist. A second, very thin braid grows from his right temple and is then tied to the larger braid. His broad features are peaceful though his piercing eyes are an incongrous sparkling blue, surrounded by tiny smile wrinkles. Climacus gazes about the room. Andrei 's gaze follows Michale's progress over the floor. Michael mutters to Climacus, "... word with... upstairs,..." Well dressed waiters circulate through the room serving fragrent Vargen wines. Andrei look at you Climacus whispers, "Certainly, upstairs you say?" Michael mutters to Climacus, "yes,..." Cassandra catches sight of Climacus and offers a smile and a wave in his direction. Climacus notices Cassandra and waves back. Climacus mutters to Michael, "... you... excuse..." Michael nods Climacus climbs up the stairs. Michael sits down at the front table. The band begins playing an Aragonian allemande with a majestic melody. The doorman bows as Justice enters the room. "Announcing Muster Private Justice."
Justice She isn't very tall, but every inch of her is carried like a noble. She's not very old, perhaps eighteen at the most, and despite her age, there is an air of maturity about her. Her height is barely five feet, her frame slender and almost childlike. Black hair, only shoulder-length, is held back by a few simple silver clasps and combs, simple but well-made. The set of her face is somewhat angular and sharp, her lips thin, her expression rarely sunny -- she's no great beauty. But there is something about the fluid way in which she moves and the fine delicacy to the bones of her face and the look in her deep brown eyes that softens the first impression somewhat. She's clothed herself in finery for some special occasion. A pure white gown falls in gentle folds from her neck to her feet, full and flowing, touched her and there with silver. It sets off the olive tone of her skin and highlights her dark eyes, setting them in sharp relief. Her slender arms are left bare, and as she walks, only the tips of her white-slippered feet can be seen. Cadish scowls at Morgan. Justice arrives, unnoticed... or tries to, at least. She shoots a vaguely annoyed glance at the doorman, before fully entering. Brennan walks down the stairs. Climacus walks down the stairs. Climacus stops at the foot of the stairs and stares at the exit with what might be a longing expression on his face. Brennan notices Climacus expression and smiles slightly. Michael stands at the front table and clinks a fork against his glass until the band falls silent. Morgan moves away from the area in the Back of the room. Andrei looks at Michael with slight irritation.. Morgan moves towards justice , raising an eyebrow in greeting Sarasvati starts to respond to Andrei, but holds it back as Michael looks at their table. Michael glances up at the balcony for a moment, then turns his attention to the room again. "Honored guests, I present Governor Marco Gunnarson. Marco walks down the stairs.
Marco An older man with a fringe of gray hair around the edges of his browned, bald head. His eyes are lined with years and his face his haggard, with a closely cropped salt-and-pepper beard and moustache. He wears a long green frock coat that is trimmed with golden buttons and has large cuffs. Beneath, he wears a white waistcoat and burgandy breeches with black hose. Marco moves a tad slowly, favoring his right leg which appears to be shorter than his left. Justice gives Morgan a curt, distracted nod in reply. Alexei rises gracefully and bows in respect towards the governor. Climacus bows to the descending governor. Morgan just stands and watches Marco moves towards the front table Marco sits down at Front Table. Marco joins you. Andrei nods towards the governor, looking at him appraisingly, eyes glittering.. Marco stands again. He motions for everyone to be seated. Brennan bows his head toward the governor. Cassandra curtseys to the governor and then retakes her seat. Morgan moves Near the door. Marco says, "Esteemed guests, welcome. Please make yourself comfortable. I have a few brief remarks, and then we'll return to the party." Justice moves Near the door. Michael hands the governor a pad of paper. Brennan seats himself and waits expectantly. Marco glances at the paper for a moment, take a drink from the wine glass in front of him, then begins. "For those of you who do not know me, I am Marco Gunnarson. I have spent more than a decade in service to the Emperor. My reward is to serve as his representative here on Vargo. My duty is to bring this world fully into the fold of the Known Worlds. Marco says, "The people of Vargo are simple folk. They are frightened and confused. They were taught that Second Republic still existed out beyond the stars. They were taught that the Second Republic was the very basis of the word good. They were taught that one day, the great starships of the Second Republic would and return them to the fold." Marco coughs and takes another sip of wine. Marco says, "As you can imagine, they have been demoralized by the facts as they have unfolded. Three years ago a tiny scout ship lands among them and brings them news that the Second Republic fell to predators a thousand years ago. The House the ruled them and the priests that guided them were murdered in the night. And now, new rulers have come." Climacus crosses himself. Marco says, "Making them a part of the Known Worlds will not be easy." He looks up from his notes, and putting them aside, continues in a stronger, clearer voice. "But it will be done."" Sarasvati claps politely. Marco surveys the room as he speaks, making eye contact with those at the main table. "All of you gathered here have come to this world, either of your own volition, or at the heed of house, sect or guild, with great and opportune plans. Vargo is rich with resources. In the coming months, we will divide the land into fiefs, to be managed by those who show the best ability to do so. We will work together to bring the people of Vargo in line with the rest of the Empire. Marco says, "As I speak, a team of surveryors is combing the land, preparing the report we will use to subdivide the land. They are assessing its natural resources and possibilities. Other teams are determining what requirements are necessary to build an industrial base here in the city." Marco says, "I am commissioning a study of this system's Jumpgate, an endeavor to be undertaken by a team of Engineers and Charioteers working with representatives of the Noble Houses and the Church. We must determine if the folk tales are true and the gate opens to other worlds." The doorman bows as Tempest enters the room. "Announcing Charioteers Lieutenant Tempest."
Tempest Tempest Ryder is a comely young Charioteer, at the beginning of her womanhood. Her skin is soft and pale , a spacer's complexion with a smattering of freckles. Her features betray her Ravenna birth, small dark eyes and prominent cheekbones and curving expressive lips. Her hair is thick and fire-red, worn up with rebelious heavy spirals hanging down to her shoudlers. She's not much of a an amazon, just barely over 5 foot but well built with a hard musculature evedent in her motions. She's anything -but- a spoiled noble. Tempest is dressed in her formal fleet dress and dazzeling in her tailored attire. She wears the well-crafted White jacket of an officer with squared shoulders and gold Epilettes. A single briad hanging from the shoudler denotes her Leutennant's rank on her left breast are commendations and two medals, the Imperial Red Eagle (Wounded in service) and the white cross (Exempilary service). Her dress pants are the same white with a gold stripe down her right leg, tucked into a pair of slick looking polished black knee-high dress boots. Marco looks at the newcomer, distracted for a moment from his speech. Tempest stops just within the doors, her lips parted in awe of the grandeur of the ballroom. Marco says, "I am also told, although this is unconfirmed by any official announcement, that we may expect, in the near future, a mandarin ambassador of the Vau, who apparently have shown some interest in this world. What that may mean, I cannot say and remains to be seen." Tempest drifts slowly from the door, looking just a little lost. Marco says, "We have news this very evening, friends. The Archbishop of Delphian Metropilae has sent word that the good Father Climacus is to be installed as the new Bishop of Vargo." Sarasvati beckons to Tempest to join them. Climacus closes his eyes for a moment and crosses himself again at this announcement. Sarasvati's eyes go to the priest-newly-announced bishop with a calculating look. Andrei looks over to Climacus... eyes glittering. A knowing smile barely flickers over his lips. Tempest glances between Brennan and Sarasvati for just a moment before quietly moving to the noble lady's table. Tempest sits down at Main Table. Climacus reopen his eyes, and seems to straighten his shoulders with an effort, then bows his head to the governor. Marco smiles at the Bishop before continuing. Brennan carefully watches his fellow nobles for their reactions to the news. Morgan whispers to Justice. Climacus's hands disappear inside his sleeves. Anyone looking closely can see that his right hand is now busily counting across the prayer bracelet always on his left wrist. Marco says, "In closing, I will simply remind you all of the Emperor's mandate to us all. I am only his representative. The leaders of the Houses, Guilds and Church Sects here are the true leaders of this world. And make up the Imperial Council mandated by the Emperor. I would meet briefly with those faction leaders upstairs in the council chambers now. For the rest of you, please enjoy the evening. And thank you for coming." Marco stands and leaves Front Table. Marco climbs up the stairs. Michael waves a hand at the band and the wait staff. The band begins playing a Vargen rondo with a flute solo. Well dressed waiters circulate through the room serving imported Tethyn meatpies. Ethan stands and leaves Main Table. Climacus visibly sighs then turns and follows the governor. Climacus climbs up the stairs. Ethan climbs up the stairs. Andrei climbs up the stairs. Brennan stands and heads for the stairs, nodding with a smile toward Tempest. Brennan climbs up the stairs. Sarasvati stands and leaves Main Table. Sarasvati says, "If you will excuse me?" The band begins playing an Aragonian pavane with a majestic melody. Well dressed waiters circulate through the room serving delicate fruit tarts. Cassandra looks to the back of the room, her gaze resting on the engineer. The band begins playing an Urthish waltz with an elaborate melody. Cadish looks uncomfortable Cassandra stands and leaves Main Table. Cassandra smiles and gets up from her seat, moving deliberately toward Cadish. Cadish shrinks back towards the wall Cassandra moves to the Back of the room. Tempest cranes her neck distractedly to find where the govenor had hidden the band. Morgan looks across room to see who is still there The band, set up in a corner by the stairs, takes a brief break. Morgan moves away from the area Near the door. Morgan sits down at Front Table. Justice watches Morgan go, impassively. Well dressed waiters circulate through the room serving Leminkainen vegetable slices. The band begins playing an Aragonian gavotte with a complex arrangement. Morgan stands and leaves Front Table. Morgan has departed. Morgan tries to open the door, which appears to be locked. Morgan steps out of the Governor's mansion. The band begins playing an Urthish toccata with a spritely motif. Well dressed waiters circulate through the room serving hot stuffed shrimp. Alexei smirks, "Well, don't take that as a flaw. The details can prove of utmost importance... but enough of this serious talk." Tempest glances towards the stairs impatiently. Alexei look at you The band begins playing an Ishtkhrian allemande with a horn solo. Well dressed waiters circulate through the room serving hot stuffed shrimp. Cassandra moves away from the area in the Back of the room. Cadish sinks into a chair at the back of the room. Cassandra walks from the back of the room, giggling, and returns to her seat at the main table. Cassandra sits down at Main Table. Tempest rises and walks out onto the dance floor behind Alexei. Marco walks down the stairs. Well dressed waiters circulate through the room serving imported Tethyn meatpies. Alexei stands and leaves Main Table. Tempest stands and leaves Main Table. Alexei steps out onto the dance floor. Tempest sort of lets Alexei do the leading, looking quite unsure of herself. Marco mutters to Michael, "This... these... has... at... time.... no... reports... attacks,... anything like..." Tempest steps out onto the dance floor. Michael mutters to Marco, "... reports... against our... bodies... recovered... checked... killed... Also,... information... the... jumpgate..." Cassandra raises a wine glass to her lips and takes a sip as she casts a quick glance around the room. Cadish moves away from the area in the Back of the room. Cadish steps out of the Governor's mansion. Marco seems beside himself with anger. Marco mutters to Michael, "... out... this,... will... secrets... them,... found... today.... no... go... all... will be... the..." The band begins playing an Aragonian rondo with a violin solo. Justice absently mingles with anyone who speaks to her, nibbles on various delicacies, and generally makes herself as unobtrusive as possible. Michael mutters to Marco, "... that sir.... jumpgate... it?... the Engineers looking... it... Surely... might be useful. Maybe... have another... key?" Marco says, "Pancraeator forbid!" Marco looks around the room, then shakes his head at Michael and storms up the stairs. Well dressed waiters circulate through the room serving boiled Brute eyes. Brennan walks down the stairs. Tempest dances with Alexei energetically The band begins playing a Kishian minute with a haunting melody. Tempest lets go of the Baron.. Brennan pauses at the base of stairs and looks about as though looking for someone. Brennan steps out onto the dance floor. The band begins playing an ancient minute with a spritely motif. Well dressed waiters circulate through the room serving imported rice cakes. Alexei directs a sharp eye-glance towards Cassandra. Michael says, "Waiters, any more of the boiled Brute eyes?" Tempest leaves the dance floor. Cassandra catches Alexei's glance and takes in the scene on the dance floor. She gets to her feet and crosses the room. Cassandra stands and leaves Main Table. Cassandra steps out onto the dance floor. Tempest returns to her place and eagerly drinks from a goblet at her place, wincing surprisedly to find it's something other than water. She counts the glasses and looks a touch puzzled, finally resigning herself to drinking the rest of the goblet. Brennan leaves the dance floor. Well dressed waiters circulate through the room serving hot Vargen coffee. Michael whines. "Yes, but what about the brute eyes? Tempest smiles secretively to Brennan as he aproaches. Brennan walks toward Tempest, pausing for two goblets of punch. Cassandra calls after Brennan, "You mistake me, M'lord, it was you I wished to dance with. Tempest gathers up the package she came with. The band begins playing a Kishian rondo with a playful melody. Tempest moves to intercept Brennan deftly. A waiter brings Michael a plate of cold boiled brute eyes slathered in some sort of yellow cream sauce. Brennan turns, "I would be pleased, my Lady, if you would allow me to finish a small matter." He gives her a pleasant smile and turns back toward Tempest. Brennan takes Tempest by the arm and walks toward the back of the room. Tempest mutters to Brennan, "A... woman... almost..." Cassandra smiles in response, "As long as you do not leave me waiting too long." Brennan nods pleasantly to Cassandra and continue walking. Brennan moves to the Back of the room. Tempest moves to the Back of the room. Alexei leaves the dance floor. The doorman bows as Morgan enters the room. "Announcing Muster Private Morgan." Brennan guides Tempest to chair. Morgan slinks back in , trying to avoid notice Morgan steps out onto the dance floor. Michael munches happily on his private snack. Well dressed waiters circulate through the room serving broiled baby cabbages. Alexei nods to Cassandra, something in Russian. Cassandra waves an airy hand at Alexei, "Okay." then turns her attention to Morgan. Alexei plucks a baby cabbage from a tray, collects his cloak and leaves. Alexei steps out of the Governor's mansion. Alexei has left. The band begins playing a Ravennen bourree with an odd melody. Tempest looks up, recognising the song. Morgan morgan looks panicked for a second and loses his step as he dances with Cassandra Andrei walks down the stairs. Ethan walks down the stairs. Sarasvati walks down the stairs. The band begins playing an Urthish pavane that emphasizes the horns. Ethan follows slowly down the stairs, finding himself moving towards the largest group of people Andrei looks over the assmbled guests. He makes his way over to Cassandra. Marco has disconnected Sarasvati turns to Ethan, "Do you dance major?" Ethan smiles, "Yes my Lady. Dancing is part of my training." Sarasvati says, "Well then--" Sarasvati hold out her hand. Andrei frowns slightly when he sees Morgan with Cassandra. He turns towards the main table and takes a seat. [END OF LOG] |