This is not the grand gatherings a gentleman of his standing is used to. He might be dressed as any knight of the realm ought to be, in a well-cut suit of flattering grey, a well-tied cravat and starched collar, but this is no regal ball or supper with Gladstone.
True, the moving images high above are certainly a spectacle, and there is enough food to feed any number of people but it is... loud. Brash. The dancing is strange and none of it is as elegant as he is used to. Even in the Americas, the shuffling of bodies around a floor tends to have some small measure of grace.
But there are many people in attendance, and if he wants to learn about this strange place, they are going to be the focus of his attention. The food, the drink, none of it appeals. It would not, of course, and he does not expect his rather unique tastes to be catered to, having only arrived two days before. It is clear to him that this place is not home, nor any place he knows of, and his kind are not in evidence. But neither are the vampires. A small mercy, even if something to eat would quiet the slow stir of bestial urges.
He would do well to learn all he can about the place and it's occupants as quickly as he can, and embed himself within what passes for society here. Such an event occurring so soon after his arrival is beneficial, but not miraculous. Despite his unfamiliarity with the place, the people, the cause of celebration, Magnus finds himself a comfortable spot near the great table laden with food, and makes idle chatter with some of the other guests.
"These automatons of yours, they arranged all of this? The food, the drink, the music? How very interesting."
4. The Network
To Whom it may Concern,
I find myself an unwitting but not unwilling resident of your colony, and whilst it is not like the time nor place I am most familiar with, I do intend to understand it as best I may as quickly as I am able.
As such, should you have the inclination to provide me with the particulars on how this place came to be, our purpose here, and whatever other details are pertinent to the occupation of this place. I am also interested in the fate of those who built this structure, and who now controls it.
Those that can provide such information, in sufficient detail, will be rewarded. Correspondence is prefered for the negotiation of terms.
Magnus Macaire / Werewolf OC
2. Quite the Spread
This is not the grand gatherings a gentleman of his standing is used to. He might be dressed as any knight of the realm ought to be, in a well-cut suit of flattering grey, a well-tied cravat and starched collar, but this is no regal ball or supper with Gladstone.
True, the moving images high above are certainly a spectacle, and there is enough food to feed any number of people but it is... loud. Brash. The dancing is strange and none of it is as elegant as he is used to. Even in the Americas, the shuffling of bodies around a floor tends to have some small measure of grace.
But there are many people in attendance, and if he wants to learn about this strange place, they are going to be the focus of his attention. The food, the drink, none of it appeals. It would not, of course, and he does not expect his rather unique tastes to be catered to, having only arrived two days before. It is clear to him that this place is not home, nor any place he knows of, and his kind are not in evidence. But neither are the vampires. A small mercy, even if something to eat would quiet the slow stir of bestial urges.
He would do well to learn all he can about the place and it's occupants as quickly as he can, and embed himself within what passes for society here. Such an event occurring so soon after his arrival is beneficial, but not miraculous. Despite his unfamiliarity with the place, the people, the cause of celebration, Magnus finds himself a comfortable spot near the great table laden with food, and makes idle chatter with some of the other guests.
"These automatons of yours, they arranged all of this? The food, the drink, the music? How very interesting."
4. The Network
To Whom it may Concern,
I find myself an unwitting but not unwilling resident of your colony, and whilst it is not like the time nor place I am most familiar with, I do intend to understand it as best I may as quickly as I am able.
As such, should you have the inclination to provide me with the particulars on how this place came to be, our purpose here, and whatever other details are pertinent to the occupation of this place. I am also interested in the fate of those who built this structure, and who now controls it.
Those that can provide such information, in sufficient detail, will be rewarded. Correspondence is prefered for the negotiation of terms.
Yours sincerely
Sir Magnus Macaire