Thread: Notice at the Elysium (Attn: Everyone) 10/05/09

Alex enters the Atrium, and reads the newest notes. "Oh. . . my. How wonderful!" He laughs as he takes a seat near Simon. "My friend, I hope you are well?"

Simon will stand at Alex's entrance and extend his hand.

"I am doing quite well tonight night. It looks like fireworks may be about to begin and it seems we find ourselves with a front row seat. I do hope that Mr. Sabre and Mr. Cross do not disappoint us."

Maddalena walks into the Atrium with a quiet dignity. She holds in her left hand a rose that looks like it is days old and a slightly battered party hat in her right hand. She walks over to where Simon and Alex are sitting, reads the note posted by Cross, sighs and shakes her head. She sits down without a word.

Simon notices Maddalena enter the room and will stand at her presence. He quirks his eye at the items she holds in her hands, but puts it down to her family. After she is seated he will sit down as well.

"Good Evening, Maddalena. I hope the evening finds you well." Factoring in her accouterments condition and her silence he doubts this is the situation, but etiquette dictated this response. "Please join us this evening. We have read the same notice that you just just did. How far the mighty have fallen. Though I expected more out of Mr. Cross in trying to rebuild his reputation. To give up without even putting up a fight for said reputation does not strike me as the movements of a well seasoned player in this game."

Maddalena turns to Simon and tilts her head as if trying to process what he has just said. "If he is friends with all then he is no longer outcast. Then he can begin to build again. But his game is of little concern to me at this time. There is a much larger much more dangerous game being played. Do you consider yourself a well seasoned player, Mr. Thibideaux?"

Cicero slowly enters the Elysium and notices those gathered - as well as the note on the Elysium wall. He stares at the other Kindred for a moment, issuing neither verbal nor gestured greeting - only staring oddly, before finally stalking over to the piece of paper. He examines it for a moment and looks back those gathered,

"Am I to understand that Kindred will be gathered around a remote lake, bedecked in fanciful childrens' story costumes?"

Cicero's head veers like a snakes as his cold blue eyes look directly upon Maddalena. His words roll calmly in a non-accusatory manner, that does not fit the words of his following statement

"I am not sure what sort of madness you are inciting - but this should truly be a sight to behold."

Cicero stares at Maddalena for several moments as if truly confounded, before maneuvering his way to a seat nearby his brethren.

A minute flicker of shock crosses Simon's face at the abrupt change of subject, but he instantly recovers. "An interesting question, Ms. Scatallia," noting the more formal use of his name. "I have played my part in the game over the years. I have risen to power and been stripped of such in my time. I do know the intricacies of it. I do not have the years of practice that some of our older colleges may have, but I feel that I can hold my own at this point."

Alex smiles and stands as the Seneschal enters. He takes his seat after she joins them. "A pleasure to see you again, my friend." He listens to her conversation with Simon. When Cicero enters, Alex speaks again. "Cicero! Please join us."