D20:Modern. Dark City Explorers Company.

Tanstaafl

First Post
You are lead down the hallway by Ms. Bloome’s assistant, Honey, she’s tall and slender and makes good use of her two extra arms as she carries a tray of drinks in one, a plate of cookies in another, gestures with a third as she talks about the history of Bloome House, and uses the fourth to open a sturdy wooden door about halfway down the hall. Like the hallway, the room is dimly lit and the floor is covered with thin, faded carpeting – it may have been red at one time but is now an indistinct brownish color with dark and light splotches that don’t quite look like anything recognizable.

The room that Honey leads you into has a large fireplace, with a blazing fire, that takes up almost the entire north wall. The west wall, adjacent to the hallway, features several large paintings of local landscapes – they’re rather amateur attempts. The east and south walls are made up of wooden shelving. The shelves hold an assortment of books, artifacts, and unidentifiable objects – they are cluttered and appear disorganized. There are two large overstuffed leather couches near the fireplace; Honey sets her trays down on a table between them. There is also a wicker rocking chair and a cloth-covered recliner that’s only a little tattered.

Ms. Elisa Bloome wheels herself into the room, maneuvering her chair deftly around obstacles. Honey speaks softly to her, and she replies, ”Thank you, Honey, I don’t think we’ll be needing anything else. Please close the door behind you as you leave.” She pours herself a cup of herbal tea and adds a teaspoon of brown sugar to the cup. ”Thank you all for coming to this meeting, I know that your time is valuable so I will attempt to keep things brief. Please make yourselves comfortable. Would any of you like refreshments?”



{OOC: Welcome to Dark City; hope you enjoy the ride, please fasten your seat-belts and keep your arms, legs, and accessories inside the vehicle at all times. :) Please check in with your first IC actions and comments.}
 

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Finneas

"Well, Ms. Bloome," Finneas stutters, "it surely is a pleasure to be invited by such a respectable scientist. I must say, I've always admired your work." Finneas looks around the well-appointed study, his gaze pausing over the west wall.

"I've heard of the sizeable collection," he gasps, "but I am still awed as I stand here in its presence."

Finneas crosses the room to stand closer to the chairs and the fireplace, and kindly waves aside the tea, adding a gentle nod to denote his contentedness.

"Where, might I ask, did you acquire your assistant, Ms. Bloome?" Finneas asked. "She is truly a marvelous specimen."
 
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The Baron

Brushing the dust from his long brown leather coat even as he unwraps the (formerly) white scarf fromabouthis neck, Froederick Ambereyes smiles through perfect teeth and a waxed blond mustache.'Well hullo there, Ms Bloom, it is ever so lovely to meet you. WHy this is a splendid chamber, much like the one that I visited whilst in the company of Troll-King Eurgrash down in the Arizona Wastes.Would there be more tea, perchance? I take three sugars with mine...' The ecentric Gnome moves to the tray,looking to see if there were any scones or cookies.
From underneath his coat a small dusty form emerges, a rodent of some sort.'Oh, how ever-so-barbaric of me. This is Field Marshal Erwin von Dustindorf, my travelling companion.' The Chinchilla seems to ignore everyone else, beginning to check itself for fleas...
 
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Gen:
Gen looks a bit uncomfortable between so many people in a room and eyes the furniture constantly, thinking that she could live for years selling all this stuff. The pleasantries wash over her without realy being noticed but her eyes light up at the mention of refreshments.
"Food!..I mean, yes I would like, you know."
She smiles a little then she hears the Baron, maybe it would not be all bad to have to work together with others.
 
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Father William's eyes snap over towards Finneas as he completes his last statement.

"I hope I'm not detecting a hint of lechery in your voice, good sir. The Lord and I take a dim view of such thoughts."

He looks away from Finneas for a moment and surveys the rest of the assembly before him with a concentrated look, trying to remember if there was paper on any of these fellows or ladies. Finally deciding that if any of them were wanted murderers the Lord would have pointed them out to him, he smiles jovially and tubs his hands together.

"Let it never be said that Father William turned down a generous offer of food. If you happen to have a roast of some sort back there, I can assure you it won't go to waste, but whatever you and the good Lord see fit to provide a humble servant should be sufficient."
 

"Perish the thought, Father!" Finneas exclaims. "I'm happily married, sir, with a son. However, it isn't often that one sees a humaniod with four arms, and these mutants do so fascinate me." Finneas says, as he turns an eye towards the shorter Froederick -- it's a look tinged with a hearty helping of scientific detachment, like a researcher would give a test rodent.
 

Gen:
Her hand draws closer to her gun at the discussion. She is never sure then such arguements end in violence, and the behavior of that Finneas guy would be enough to make the Baron challenge him if this where a gang. Otherwise she keeps realy still to not attract attention and be drawn into the arguement.
 

After you’ve examined the room, you turn your attention to Ms. Bloome. She was never tall, but seems even smaller than you remember when seated in her wheeled chair as it is rather large and bulky. She is very slight but has an intense expression that is a little intimidating. There are several teacups and a pot of herbal tea on one table, and an assortment of sweet-smelling baked goods on another. Most of them are slightly warm to the touch and several have colored sugar sprinkled on their tops.

Ms. Bloome is very orderly in appearance. Her wheeled chair is made almost entirely of copper rods – each of which shines brightly. Her shoes are black and just as shiny as her chair. Her blue shirt is precisely buttoned and her tan skirt lies in even folds across her lap and drapes itself artfully over her legs, leaving just the tips of her shoes showing. Her hair seems to be the only unruly thing about her; it tumbles to her shoulders in a riot of dark brown curls – with just a hint of white at the temples.

Eliza smiles as Finneas remarks on her collection. [color= Darkorchid]“Honey has been with me for some time, her mother and older sister also work for the family. My husband, Reginald, God rest his soul, found them scavenging at some ruins about a week’s ride east of here. They’d been kicked out of their village after Honey’s birth… some of those back-water villages have the strangest superstitions.”[/color] If she is startled by the abrupt appearance of Field Marshal Erwin von Dustindorf she does not show it, in fact she seems to have been expecting him as she places her teacup on the table and leans over to put a small bowl of water on the floor, just in front of Erwin’s nose.

She has a distant look to them for a moment, and she shakes her head slightly. [color= Darkorchid]“Woolgathering again,”[/color] she smiles wistfully and allows her eyes to wander over the group. When her eyes fall on Gen they widen slightly, [color= Darkorchid]“Come and get some food child, and leave that weapon alone – no harm will come to you in my home.”[/color] Her voice manages to be both stern and gentle at the same time, and she gestures to the tray of cookies. [color= Darkorchid]“Please help yourselves. If any of you wish to join me after our meeting,”[/color] she glances at Father William with a smile, well aware of his reputation for enjoying a well-cooked meal, [color= Darkorchid]“there is indeed a roast waiting.”[/color]


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"I have many theories on those superstitions," Finneas says with a gleam in his eye. "I think these backwater people fear mutants because of the mystical energy concentrations they represent," he states definitively. "All of this metaphysical energy is an aftermath of the great wars -- our forebears harnessed the power of the ages, Ms. Bloome, and now this energy collects in our tissues, affecting our gametes... causing these mutations," Finneas says, and then pauses for a comtemplative moment. "But my theories weren't asked for here... and it is such bad form to 'talk shop' during tea. My apologies, Ms. Bloome."

"Now that I've considered it, may I trouble you for a glass of water?" Finneas asks.

(OOC -- I'll assume, since food isn't a problem, a glass of water isn't either :D)

As Finneas sips his water, he regards the group slowly, and then takes a moment to gather his thoughts. "It's incredibly generous of you to invite us into your home and set before us such a lovely spread, Ms. Bloome," Finneas says, "but I'm assuming there is some reason you've invited us to your lovely home. Especially considering such a diverse-looking group of individuals and your wistful stare... and notwithstanding your reputation for collecting. I do so hope it's about business," Finneas says, his gaze trailing off with a smile.
 

Froederick smiles a detached smile at the man Finneas' assumption that he isa mutant . The fact was that he was an evolutionary advancement over the weaker homo sapiens. Homo Sapiens Gnomelus, he was, though they would all see soon enough how 'special' he was, how different.
Froederick sipped at his ever-so-sweet tea and remarked 'Why thank you for Erwin's drink, Ms. Bloom. He has had a frightful deal of it, asking for things, and talking in general, ever since that run in with that Dragon last month. Terrible business, that. All Fire and Teeth, Claws and fetid breath...why if it hadn't been for my Quick-n-Timely use of my sole remaining hand grenade (this a gift from the Storm Giant Vezeshadoom), I might never have escaped alive, what with my Motor-Bike having sprang that flat and all...Luckily, there was this michevious Air Elemental there, a frightfully fickle thing, I had to bribe him with my last chocolate, though Lord knows what he wanted that for..anyways, as I was saying, this Dragon prepares to spit fiery Death upon poor Erwin and I and then...'
The Baron continues until it is all a thankfully fading drone in your ears (Erwin certainly isn't paying attention, licking up water from the offered bowl and nibbling dropped cookie crumbs on the floor as froederick told his 'Tale'.
 
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