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You are used to making sacrifices, to prioritising the happiness of others before yours. Even though that is a noble attitude, there are times in life where the only healthy alternative is to embrace your own selfishness and allow yourself some enjoyment. Reserve one hour per day to do something you really like. Treat yourself! Your colour for this month is blue.
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The Grand Assembly
Topic Started: Wednesday, 21. August 2013, 23:08 (3,489 Views)
George Henry Harris
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George looked through the building as it was prepared for the scheduled meeting of the clan. All around him people were busy with wiring the microphone and speakers, putting metal detectors near the entrance and hanging notes which asked to leave all weapons at the door. Barney and Jane were busy drawing lots who had the first 'door shift' as they called it and Verity prepared an improvised ring for settling disputes outside on the campus. With a sigh he looked at the overall picture then took a seat on the stage and waited for the first guests to arrive...

Well, there we are: Arthur Cotterell Theatre, Kingston College... Even with Verity's connections it was hard to get and the looks as we paid a compensation for some changes and eventual damages are nothing I want to have ever again... Anyway, we got it, now we can hold our clan meeting here...

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BriceWen
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"Beep."

Bobby Lucas cursed under his breath and shook his head. He stepped back through the metal detector, removed his belt, and tried going through again. Lucas rolled his eyes as the metal detector stayed silent this time. He gathered his belt, his keys, and his phone from a grey tray and entered the clan meeting.

Lucas chuckled and thought to himself, "Who would have ever thought that I would be attending a Klan meeting?"

He looked around the room and became trepidatious. He should have felt comfortable in a college theater because it reminded him of activist meetings in New York. The chatter and activity before the meeting started used to make him feel excited. Now he felt alien despite familiar surroundings. He knew no one and was a part of no organization. Instead of advancing a particular cause, Lucas's goal in London now was simply to survive.

Lucas scanned the room and decided on an isolated spot near the front of the room, off to the right. He sat down cautiously in the plastic blue chair.
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Aguirre Efrain Maddox
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Aguirre generally didn't attend Camarilla pow wows; it wasn't that she had some intense loathing for the sect, but more that she knew very little about them, and had yet to meet the primogen of her clan. The email sent out was suspicious at best, blatant entrapment at worst. She saw her clan as an extended family of sorts, but family did a pretty good job of stabbing each other in the back.

Coming to the college brought back memories. She had at one time attended this very school, though most of her classes were at the technical branch. Only her generals had been stationed on this campus. Wasn't like she'd gleaned much from the experience, being sucked straight away into punk party culture within her first year. Rage against the machine? More like rage against my liver. Still, it brought things back that crossed her mind far more often than she liked in recent nights, and had almost persuaded her not to show up at all. Curiosity got the better of her, as it always did, even more so than her suspicion.

The Brujah might have come strapped, except for the fact that it would seem shady to bring a gun to a political meet and greet. Big Daddy Brujah obviously had a good amount of the paranoia that Aguirre was so fond of, since he'd set metal detectors up right outside the doors. It was a lucky coincidence she'd chosen not to wear jewelry, and in fact, perhaps what she had worn was a little informal--baggy blue jeans held around her thin hips by a cloth belt, plaid boxers peaking out a tiny bit, a fitting Led Zeppelin t-shirt. She clunked along in heavy engineer boots, obviously having embraced her inner tom boy.

She got through the metal detectors without incident, but now was the real test. Now she had to face members of her own clan, and with the way she had seen Church not even a week before, this made her more than a little nervous. Aside from her interest, though, she had also come here in hopes of finding out what it was she was supposed to be; obviously the quiet mouse of a person she was didn't fit her clan's namesake. She was sick to death of turning into a victim when things got bad, despite the warrior she heard she was supposed to have turned into upon embrace. Maybe someone at this meeting would give her the motivation she needed to step forward and fill the enormous shoes her blood line placed at her feet.

These things in mind, she settled her lanky form quietly into a chair in the back, far left corner of the theater, trying to look as inconsequential as possible. Her dark hair hid the right side of her face, and she peered down in front, wondering who else would show up. She hoped it wasn't anyone she knew; the last thing she needed in her current state of mind was a familiar face drawing attention.
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Frankie O'Hara
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Frankie looked around shortly at the whole set up. She wasn't sure how to feel about tonight. She'd never been to any meetings and when she'd gotten the email...she hadn't told any one. She wasn't sure if Aguirre got one too...so she hadn't asked if she should go too, and though Espen had become when of her go to people for advice. She knew the brief summary of Espen's life...she'd learned how she felt about the Camarilla and advice was biased...so she hadn't bothered asking for any.

She strolled into the building and pulled her switchblade from her pocket and handed it to one of the security detail. "Take care of that, alright?"

She went up to the metal detector pulling off her belt and her leather studded jacket leaving her in just a plain white tank and a pair of black jeans over a pair of leather dress shoes. She marched through the detector and grabbed her jacket throwing it over her arm as she threaded her belt back through the loops. She walked into the theater and sat down in one of the middle rows her hand reaching back to touch the inverted anarchy symbol that now crowned the meeting of the braided celtic knot design on her neck. She smiled and ran her hand across the buzz on either side of her skull.

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George Henry Harris
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The man at the door just took the knife without saying a word, looked at it, then at Frankie, as if to memorize her face, then put the it into a box and nodded shortly. In the room, it was getting a bit more hectic as the ring outside was nearing completion with the help of some securities and if someone looked for it, it could be seen that there were also some of them standing at the emergency exits. Then George decided to start the show, although there might be some who'd be late. He stood up and went to the microphone to speak to his guests.

"Welcome brothers and sisters ! As you may have guessed, I'm your host tonight in this family meeting, the first of many, if you want... In case you wondered why I invited you all: I thought it might be nice to get to know the clan, all of it and perhaps become more of a family... If you have any questions at this point concerning this meeting, feel free to ask them..."
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Ronnie
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Ronnie was very curious about the clan meeting.
He didn´t have to leave any weapons at the door, because he had no weapons with him anyway. He saw no sense in coming armed to a clan meeting. So he managed to get through the metal detector without problems.
Ronnie was wearing black jeans and a camouflage T-shirt.

He came into the theater when the primogen had just about started to speak.
Ronnie had never been to any college or a college theater, so all of this was very unfamiliar to him.
At his school had existed a theatre group but Ronnie had never attended to it and also not to the performances of that group.

Not many Brujah present, it seemed. Two women, a man, and on the stage was George.
And they all sat so far apart from another - didn´t they know each other or didn´t they like each other, that was the question.

Ronnie wasn´t sure about his own mood. It was totally neutral at the moment, it seemed. He didn´t feel bad but also not particularly good. Just something in between. That wasn´t too bad really, for him.
Ronnie sat down in the middle and listened what George was saying.
This was the very first clan meeting, really? In Berlin they had such meetings regularly, but not in a theater.

Ronnie wasn´t a shy person, so he didn´t mind to be the first to say something in a situation like this.

"Maybe it would be a good idea to introduce ourselves to each other first? At least I don´t know anybody of the ones sitting here."

So then he could make the start. He even stood up and looked at the other Brujah present.

"Hi, I´m Ronnie, I´ve lived in Austria and Germany before, and now I´m here.
Always trying to improve my fighting skills, so if anyone is interested in some fight training, then you can approach me later."

After that he sat down again.

Edited by Ronnie, Wednesday, 11. September 2013, 19:11.
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Jelena
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Jelena had been in London for only a few days now, but this place already showered her with surprise gifts. The first was that someone had somehow gotten her into something called CamNet, whatever business she was supposed to have with something that so blatantly slammed its purpose into the user's face like, anytime. Looks like Big Brothers wet dreams aren't that far fetched in this corner of Europe. The second was the Brujah meeting that was kind of going on somewhere around here. Everyone welcome, right. Even if including all of that had kind of pushed away the other info that might come in handy.

Like where the fuck this meet was supposed to be.

She had spent a good part of the evening so far trying to find the location of this meet until someone had pointed her towards this thing in this College theatre. Really ? A college theatre ? When she came nearer, the next surprise awaited her. A metal detector ? A fucking metal detector on a fucking clan meeting ? Is this some kind of joke ? If it was, it was a bad one. But good to see how much big daddy Cam trusts his little 'family'. But then, that's most likely what his little secretary meant with 'a common political point'. Perhaps that's what all that security is for, too.Judging from what bits she got from outside, this was the place. She collected most of her metal belongings in a small bag and tossed it to the gorilla at the door. Walking through the scanner indicated she was still carrying some stuff, so she indicated the trinket around her neck and also her unwillingnss to surrender it. Clad in her jeans with trainers and one of her red t-shirts, she surveyed those already here.

Not too well attended so far, eh ? A quick glance over the crowd produced exactly one familiar face, which was Bobby. The others were not really ringing a bell and also had kind of spread out over the vast space available. She was not planning to play along with the seating plan. Too formal for her taste. So who would be her new seating partner for this occasion ? She scanned who was there and how much she could see of them. Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, catch somebody by the toe, should they holler, let them go, eeny, meeny, miny, moe ! Her eyes focused on the seated shape with long dark hair. But then... perhaps there is another way of getting some life into this shit. The thought alone made her laugh, because this was just silly.

"So what the fuck is this ? Some competition in how best to cover the most space with the smallest possible number of people or are the three truckloads of the others just late ? No wonder we need a mic to cover the entire hoards of people in here. Are you guys afraid of each other, or what ?"

Still wearing her grin, she walked forwards, taking a seat first row, centre, directly in front of the stage and the man tasked with the entertainment, or whatever he was doing up there. Crossing her arms in front of her chest, the legs stretched out with the left over the right, she waitd for the fun to sink in and really begin.
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Aguirre Efrain Maddox
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So far as Aguirre could see, it looked like she might have been early. Either that, or everyone else was late, besides the man who sat down in the front. She pulled out her phone to check the time, looking up as she heard new foot falls through the theater doors.

Oh fuck. That was a familiar, guilt-inducing face.

Her former pink crested companion had done a good job to avoid Aguirre since she'd informed her she was moving out. No matter what she said, what she offered, even the fact that she wasn't going to be far away at all, made no difference. Sharing a studio apartment with a walking brick wall continued to make her feel worse and worse, to the point where she had contemplated asking Sawyer if she could spend a couple days in the Warrens until she got her shit together. At least it seemed as though she hadn't noticed Aguirre. Another entered, a man with a very young face and lethargic eyes, who responded to the Primogen's call for questionswith a suggestion of his own. He offered his name and services as a sparring partner. Hey, that would come in handy. There was no doubt in the dark haired woman's mind that she could use the practice. However, she wasn't so forthcoming with the introductions; she hated to have eyes on her, and didn't know these people from Caine, except for Frankie.

"So what the fuck is this?"

The newcomer's unimpressed tone caught Aguirre off guard, her copper eyes drawing immediately to the source of the voice and following the woman as she walked toward the stage. She envied such confidence, that ability to strut under the gaze of other kindred in such an outward way. She wanted that certainty of one's own import, wished to ask her how she managed to wrap her head around it. Unfortunately, she was rooted to her seat, eyes flickering back to the man on the stage. She wished more than anything that moment that she could turn invisible like the Nosferatu counterpart who would have otherwise been at her side, were this event not clan specific.
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Frankie propped her feet up on the back of a chair and rolled her neck as she waited eventually letting her head tip back neck resting against the smooth leather jacket she'd tossed over the back of her seat before she'd sat down. She was glad to be out of the apartment tonight, Espen had come over to pick up Montague and watch him, accepting the punk's excuse that she needed someone to look after him since she had to work all night...though she wasn't sure she was going to get her cat back considering Montague had warmed up to Espen with a snap of the fingers and the blonde in return had melted with one pitiful little meow.

Frankie smiled goofily and her eyes opened as she heard the sound of their host, or primogen, or whatever start to speak. She froze when she saw one of the people she really didn't want to see tonight. Aguirre and her had been best friends...now Frankie had been avoiding her like a plague.

Frankie's entire body went stiff and she was barely listening to anything that was being said she hated this...god she really just wanted to get out tonight, meet some new people, hope to god that the Texan was too busy getting the fuck away from every part of their...her...dysfunctional shoebox apartment to realize the meeting was tonight.

She was roused from her thoughts when she heard another woman speak.

"So what the fuck is this?"

Good fucking question. And before Frankie could stop them, really put some thought into what she was about to say, words spilled from her mouth in tone describable as resigned bitterness, "Well, it's probably going to be as enjoyable as getting punched in the cunt."
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George Henry Harris
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As always: Someone is always late and now I have to repeat... How I hate that...

Having a look at the latest arrival, George took a short breath then adressed her with a friendly smile.

"This is a family meeting... I'm George, your host and I'm glad you arrived. Have a seat, be welcome and participate... If you have any questions, feel free to ask..."

After a short while of thinking he raised a hand and apparently gave a signal which caused the security to gather and march out. As the door closed behind the last one, he spoke again.

"Now that the non-members left us, I think it might be time to get a bit closer. My assistants will prepare something and then..."

He paused and in the first row two women rose and went behind the stage. The first one was blonde, about 4'9, approximately 30 and dressed in a dark blue skirt suit, the other was brunette, about 6'2, approximately 20 and dressed in black leather. A while after they disappeared from view, George left the stage, the lectern sank into the ground and a circle of fifteen chairs appeared.

"I'd ask you to get on the stage so that we can discuss the topics without having to use a microphone..."
Edited by George Henry Harris, Tuesday, 24. September 2013, 18:45.
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Jelena
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"Let's hope you're mistaken !" Ellen laughed at Frankie. She liked that comparison. Well, to some extent, but it was better to hope that the other Brujah was wrong. Or was it ? Fun to be had either way !

"This is a family meeting... I'm George, your host and I'm glad you arrived. Have a seat, be welcome and participate... If you have any questions, feel free to ask..."

Family meet, eh ? Sounded like Gramps here was the one who fancied himself in charge here. Cam most likely. Walked like a duck, sounded like a duck. Ellen looked up to the man on the stage above her and got out of her seat as the minions got the hell out of the place finally. Most likely, they were still in position somewhere around, but that was to be expected. Paranoid bunch, those guys. "Great, Gramps ! I'm Ellen, I'm your guest and I guess I'll see if I'll be glad to have arrived !" Stage was not too high, with a bit of effort in estimating the distance she should be able to make it up there. But with the Cam guy up there, would she really like to - Hell, why not ? If the rest was as good as the preparation, there was not much risk in it. The circle of chairs widened her grin even more. Just like in therapy ! This was going to be good.

Another look at the edge of the stage and the Brujah jumped up, getting her foot caught by the edge. Ellen gracefully switched from jumping up to falling down and hit the floor of the stage with a sound that was similar to a big bag of potatoes falling to the floor. With the microphone still on, everybody could clearly hear her hit the ground face first. Fuck, this had been way more practical in her head !
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Aint gonna happen chief . The hulking Brujah stood veiled in shadow at the back of the auditorium casually rolling a cigarette. Having to go through security to his own clans meeting had pissed him off something rotten. Strickland ran his lips along the edge of the cigarette before placing it loosely in the corner of his mouth and surveyed the room with dead eyes. It was a decent turn out; his ears had pricked up when the blonde bitch at the front had opened her trap like she had a point worth listening to.

The old man aint got a clue... This was the first time that Strickland had laid eyes on The Grand Fucking Puba and from what he was seeing, it wasn’t much. He clocked the pink Mohawk and the pretty brunette from the back and the rest of the assembly seemed to just meld into disappointment. This the best the clan got to offer? Well fuck my ass....

The tobacco hazed and contorted in the air as the Brujah took a few long, enjoyable drags on the cigarette. At least the loud slut has a point, what the fuck does the old man want?. Running a rough hand through the thickness of his beard he could only cackle as the stupid cunt fell flat on her face. He’d seen enough.

“Listen old man.” The coarse Boston accent bellowed from the back off the auditorium, smoke surrounding his huge presence. “This aint a fucking support group, tell us what you got to say and say it quickly. We aint got time to sit around licking each other’s assholes.”
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"Well, it's probably going to be as enjoyable as getting punched in the cunt."

Frankie was as cheerful as ever. Aguirre couldn't help but snicker quietly at the remark, despite the bitterness between them. Big Daddy Brujah, whose name she now knew was George, didn't seem phased by it at all. He invited them to the stage to sit in a circle, some vampire kum-by-yah shit. Sitting closer to clan members who could smash her teeth in? Yeah, that didn't make her nervous. Not at all. But at least she wouldn't have to shout what were probably stupid questions across the theater. She would follow Ellen's lead to the front timidly, figuring the quicker everyone stopped acting like stubborn children, the quicker they could find out what they had actually been called for and get to business.

She flinched very slightly at the loud thud! the woman made as she tried to jump up onto the stage, going a little red with embarrassment for her. She took the stairs, now as a precaution even more than a preference, and would offer her a hand up off the ground. She understood clumsiness all too well, and whether the blonde took her help or not, Aguirre would be the first of them to take a seat and cross one leg over the other. The big guy in the back, one she hadn't noticed before, boomed loudly through the auditorium with more force than was actually necessary to get his point out there. Had to admire a guy for being straightforward about it, but she was already having a hard time adjusting to this without someone shouting in the background. The Texan raised a sharp brow; she could already feel the headache coming on.

"You could always come sit the fuck down instead of shoutin' like a big ol' ape," she offered clearly enough for him to hear from the back with a touch of annoyance bleeding into her southern intonation, patting the seat to her left.

"'Sides, ain't nobody here gonna lick your ass."
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Ronnie
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Another woman turned up after Ronnie had spoken, so obviously he had introduced himself too early.
George invited them to sit on the stage. Well, to sit there was a lot more sensible then to sit far away from each other in the audience.
Ronnie got up and was about to go to the stage when he suddenly heard a mans´s voice and turned around. It seemed to be another latecomer.
So that guy thought he was the boss here, or what?

"Exactly", Ronnie supported what the dark haired woman had said to the wanna-be boss. And he added with a mocking tone:

"And you haven´t got even time to lick my sweet ass? Well, that´s a shame."

While Ronnie was speaking he looked at the guy in a provocative way, supposing that someone like that wouldn´t take much notice of him anyway.
Very likely for Mr. Tough guy Ronnie was just a little wimp best to be ignored.
Damn sure he would look down on Ronnie, and that of course was something Ronnie couldn´t stand. But if if that guy thought he could awe him by being big, tall and loud and whatever, then he was wrong.
But why should Ronnie pay too much attention to him?

"But you´re not deciding how much time I´ve got. I stay as long as I like."

Ronnie turned away from the guy again. Must be awful, such a disgraceful landing after jumping on the stage, like that blond woman, Ronnie wouldn´t laugh at something like that.
Let´s see if he would estimate the height wrongly and make a crash-landing, too. Ronnie ran towards the stage and jumped. He took a chance and made it, he landed in the middle of the circle without hurting himself or anybody else and sat down on one of the chairs.

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Ares enters, walking in with the swagger of one who has traveled extensively and is a bit world worn from it. With an exasperated exhalr he begins to search around for those whom he expects to be clan mates, a subtle comfort as he has just finished reading about the London Eye in an attempt to catch up a bit on the city he just moved to.

His eyes scan about and he keeps his arms in close, making the conscious effort to breath and blink as he usually does when he remembers. His broad chest expands and he opens and closes his serious looking eyes. The combat hardened expression on his face never softens, even after he thinks he has found the other Brujah. At first, he keeps an eye on them to make sure he's in the right place, then moves to where he can be seen. His steps are quiet and direct, he almost moves as if stalking, a bad habbit he picked up over the years. His jaw clinches slightly as he make his way across to the group. This being yet another city he's traveled to, he always enjoyed meeting his fellow Rabble, but never enjoyed going out to find them.

He approaches and waits to be recognized, much like one crossing into a security checkpoint. His sulllen expression still does not change...
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Frankie stood up from her seat as they were called to a personable sitting arrangement. She turned to grab her jacket when she heard the gruff somewhat familiar voice. She caught sight of him and smiled, she remembered him. Though he wasn't exactly easily forgotten. She'd only seen him once on a run, but watching him crush that girl with the top hat's violin - it had earned her stamp of approval. That and his sense brash way of confronting things was pretty amusing and refreshing from the way things had been recently.

She chuckled and slipped her arms into her jacket and headed up to the stage. She took the stairs over jumping and sat down away from Aguirre, avoiding the Texan. She made herself comfortable in the chair, stretching out her legs in front of her, and gave a lazy wave, "Well my name's Frankie."
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Ares looks at the girl with the Mohawk. ..not wanting to go by stereotypes, but he relaxed his tough exterior ever so slightly. He nods and mutters Ares...nice to meet you Frankie...I'm new. Which one is the Primo?

Ares offers Frankie a large, rough hand to shake. His hands have the look of those that have done a lot of work with them...but not the kind of work that fits in with polite company. His hands had a lot of bliod on them.

His eyes still scan about the room, then fall on Frankie. Out of habit or instict he found himself sizing up Frankie as he forces a smile across his grimacing lips before it can become a subconscious thing for him...then he smiles a bit more comfortably...more genuinely...but without the easy of one who is comfortable with social interactions...at least the ones that don't end violently.
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Ellen lifted her face from the stage floor and saw the hend that was offered to help her up. Why not take it, couldn't get much worse than it already had ! So she accepted the offered help, dragging herself up from the floor and looking over the chair circle. Yep, just like in the good old days ! She saw Frankie pick her chair and chose a seat near her new 'get up from floor' buddy. She saw the two others. The bearded guy... She liked him already ! The other one wasn't very talky, but nothing wrong with that. She just put her hands behind her head and waited for the show to begin. Perhaps someone else wanted to do some of this AA shit ? Hey, Im Ellen and Im addicted to blood ! Hi, Ellen ! She could almost picture it now !
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Frankie leaned forward briefly and shook the man's gruff hand and then casually pointed out their host, "That's him over there. Have a seat Ares, we're all making ourselves comfortable before we really start getting into this whole family meeting business."

She recognized a bit of the force to his initial smile, but didn't comment on it and instead watched as his expression relaxed a bit.

So far this was going...alright she supposed, a bit slow to get the conversational ball rolling, but alright nonetheless. "Anyways...besides the whole family meet and greet thing, what's the agenda tonight?"
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