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Appolonia
Appolonia
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11/8/2016
Appolonia smiles at Sara's return.

"Welcome back. A pleasure to meet you, Caldyr."

"There was a commotion outside? What happened? Anything we should worry about?"

A bit hard to judge the precise direction of her gaze, given her mask. She could be asking Sara or Caldyr.

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Sara Hysaro
Sara Hysaro
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11/8/2016
"Yeah, a couple people got arrested and during the arrest somebody with a weapon came out and intervened. Took a hostage as a shield to help its getaway. Nobody hurt, though, or at least as far as I know." Sara takes a sip of her drink, mulling over the events privately. "Should be fine, I think."

Caldyr ponders the events briefly, before determining his verdict. "I would not worry. It seems unlikely for any of you to run across it."

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Lord Gazter
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11/8/2016
Lord Gazter notices the exchange of calling cards. "Well since we are at it." He pulls several cards out of his pocket and hands them out.

The card is rather ornate borders on the edges of the paper with fairly plain black letters in its centre. The letters spell out the name: "Lord Barnabas Gazter." On the back of the card is the address to the Brass Embassy as well as an address to a salon.

"Caldyr how have you been?" Lord Gazter finishes another glass of wine.
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Ginneon Thursday
Ginneon Thursday
Posts: 273

11/9/2016
A man dressed as a honeybee approaches the table, and whispers something in the Professor's ear. For the first time tonight, Ginneon's face grows grave.

"This rare evening has been a pleasure. The utmost pleasure." As he speaks he sheds his petals, his leaves, his amethystine robe - revealing a smart suit underneath. He adjusts his tie. "Your words, though, Mr Ewan, have been most prescient. I have much work to do. As do we all. I bid you a good night." He heads towards the door - then stops himself and returns for a moment:

"Remember the eiswein." And he is gone.

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Ginneon Thursday
Ginneon Thursday
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11/9/2020
As the treachery of clocks unfold, the revel spins on - until at some uncertain hour in the long, liminal night Professor Ginneon Thursday reenters the hall looking tired and more worn - but his floral costume is back on and you can see where joy creases his eyes.

He surveys the revels and pulls up a chair. "Still much to be done. But for now..." He pauses to permit himself a sigh of satisfaction.

"There. That's better."

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