((For DD's of some of the notables attending, please check HERE ))

Singha: Harvey arrives two hours before the party starts, and is given his security tux and his instructions. By the time the party starts, at six pm, there are two armco barriers placed on the sidewalk on either side of the red carpet to keep the general public at bay.

Singha: A crowd has ammassed behind the barriers, fans of those who are reportedly going to attend tonight.

Harvey Forrester: *watches the crowd and makes sure things don't get out of hand*

Singha: Security has been beefed up accordingly, and Harvey has been added to the 'greeter' staff outside the entrance to back up the two bouncers there and the woman takign the invites.

Singha: There is a general sense of good cheer among those arriving, many looking forward to the evening's celebrations, having heard rumors about Uri's prior galas.

Singha: A constant stream of limos unloads celebrities, politicos, financial powerhouses, and various other notables and their not so notable friends.

Angelia Caponelli: Angelia Caponelli arrives around 7ish, wrapped in her bulky white mink and surrenders her invite to the greeter.

Angelia Caponelli: When she's allowed through she moves on to the lobby where, with a whistful sigh she surrenders it to the fur to the coat check. Underneath she wears a Zenijzer gown of ruby red silk that clings to her petite, but athletic form. The long skirt trailing down to the floor with a slit up one side just long enough to flaunt a strech of shapely calf and high heels withe very step. Her jewelry is limited so as to show case a few stunning peices, primarily the glittering choker of platium set with little ruby roses each flanked by delicate emerald stems. Small ruby studs dot her small ear lobes and her pale hair is swept up, held up by a set of ruby headed, platinum hair pins.

Singha: ((For DD's of some of the notables attending, please check HERE ))

Harvey Forrester: *keeps his eye on the crowds and the people entering, watching for any signs of trouble*

Singha: ((roll per+alert, Harvey))

Harvey Forrester: 8,6,4,6,2,

Singha: Harvey notes that there are a few tall, thin blacks in the crowd, but at this distance it's hard to tell if any of them are the woman who attacked him.

Harvey Forrester: *this causes a frown, but otherwise, he just continues watching everyone*

Singha: Inside, Ang sees people mingling around in the main hall. A buffet table is set up in the open area along one side of the bar, but the food is still being brought out from the kitchen.

Angelia Caponelli: She glances around, back to the door and over those filtering into the lobby thoughtfully. Not so long ago she would have recognised so many more faces then she does now. If she catches sight of any of Uri's gang she gives them polite nods on her way to the bar.

Singha: Uri and Tover are at the VIP booth, doing their usual holding court kind of thing. Jan is at the mouth of the corridor, taking up the position that Trevor often used to do.

Angelia Caponelli: Uri and Trover of course receive nods, not that they're likely paying attention to her entrance. She leans against the bar lightly as she orders her drink and looks down towards the corridor, half expecting Trevor will be there. A little sad smile touches her features to see Jan in his place. Though that's a good sign... she suposes.

Singha: Uri's 'gang' have been notoriously absent, aside from Tover. If Ang thinks back, she's not seen any of them around the past few times she's been by. A few months, at least.

Singha: Jan gives Ang a polite return smile and nod. Outside, Harvey gets the distinct impression that one of those tall, thin people is glaring at him.

Harvey Forrester: *he looks to see which one it is*

Angelia Caponelli: She pushes off the bar and reaches up to smooth the choker on her neck before starting a slow circit through the crowd, sipping at her wine as she she goes.

Singha: The person who's been glaring at him is on the right side (the alley side) of the drive, about three people back from the barrier.

Singha: Ang notices the striking preponderance of African Americans here, who make up about 40 percent of attendees.

Harvey Forrester: *not the woman he would recognize? and the person doesn't disappear when he glances his/her way?*

Singha: ((roll per+investigation if you have it. If not straight per at a higher diff))

Harvey Forrester: ((straight perception then))

Harvey Forrester: 5,1,3,

Angelia Caponelli: That's a little.. unsettlingly unusual for Uri and Company. She looks over some of the african american's in attendence, making note of anyone striking, unusual or familier.

Singha: Ang also notices the interesting 'cliques' formed here...the business clique, the celebrity clique, the high society clique, the 'power' clique of bureaucrats and politicos.

Singha: Harvey can't tell for sure from this distance and at this angle, but he's pretty sure it's that woman who attacked him.

Harvey Forrester: *he keeps an eye on her, frowning, and half expecting to be attacked*

Singha: If Ang has met Kwesi before, she'd recognize him.

Angelia Caponelli: She makes note of where the African American's are grouping the most and who with as she moves around.

Singha: Also unusual is the fact that there seems to be a really joyful vibe here, surprisingly so. A sense of potential and possibility in the air.

Singha: ((That last was for inside, not outside, where the paranoia is starting to wear on poor Harvey))

Angelia Caponelli: Well that's a little relief. Eventually she makes her way over to Tover and Uri's booth.

Singha: The more Harvey looks at the woman, the more he's sure it's her, and sure that she's going to attack him as soon as she gets a chance.

Harvey Forrester: *he watches her like a hawk, tensed and ready to defend himself if she does anything*

Singha: Ang herself seems to feel that exuberance lift her spirits. Things that seemed impossible a half hour ago suddenly seem surmountable to her.

Singha: (Roll Rage, Harv))

Harvey Forrester: 8,9,2,3,7,

Angelia Caponelli: She smiles, her cheeks flush a little and she looks around with a little more hope, searching out specific faces in the crowd as she waits on Uri's attention. And though they're not there maybe... maybe they will be and it'll be okay.

Singha -> Harvey Forrester: ((He's really incensed, one edge and dangerously close to losing his temper.))

Harvey Forrester: *he's clearly angry, looks like he's just barely holding himself in place*

Singha: One of the bouncers notes Harvey's look and asks "Everything okay?" Inside, Uri sees Ang and smiles at her, waving her over to the table. He seems inordinately cheerful, which has the effect of making him seem even more attractive.

Harvey Forrester: "That woman over there has attacked me in the past. I think she's going to try something."

Angelia Caponelli: She drifts over to the table, a that little smile still on her lips despite herself, "Intresting crowd you've gathered tonight," she notes.

Singha: 10,2,3,5,2,9,

Harvey Forrester: 5,9,9,8,6,

Singha: Uri grins at Ang. "I've made quite a few associations with the music industry, promoting my Street Zen line."

Angelia Caponelli: "Ahh, is that where they're all from? Do you mind if I sit?"

Singha: "Please." Uri motions to the booth. "Feel free."

Singha: Outside, Harvey feels an impulse to move toward the woman, but resists it. The bouncer doesn't seem to be able to distinguish who in fact Harvey's pointing to. "Which one?"

Angelia Caponelli: She smiles to Tover and slips into the booth setting her near empty glass down, "Maybe it's them then... I've never felt so... good here." Well maybe a few times but still.

Harvey Forrester: "That one." *tries to clearly indicate the woman*

Singha: The bouncer squints and stares, shaking his head. "There are maybe two hundred people over there, about half of whom are women. Can you give me more than 'over there'? A description would be nice. At least what she's wearing."

Harvey Forrester: "Ok" *proceeds to describe the woman he sees*

Singha: Uri slants a look at Ang, a bit curious as to her remark. "And here I thought it was just my stunning good looks and charm."

Angelia Caponelli: She laughs softly and glances around before focusing back on Uri, "Oh I'm sure that's a large contributing factor."

Singha: The bouncer gets a fix from the desciption and alerts the rest of security via his radio.

Singha: The boucer gets a response back in Afrikaans. He listens, then acknowledges. When he toggles the mic off, he tells Harvey "It's probably better for you to be inside, rather than create a target out here. We're going to switch your post with someone else."

Harvey Forrester: "Ok." *and when his replacement comes, he goes to take the new post*

Singha: Uri grins at Ang, then looks out over the party. "Tell me, how have you been sleeping?"

Singha: Harvey's instructed to provide security for the VIP table.

Angelia Caponelli: She blinks slowly at Uri and lifts up her glass to sip from it, "Poorly... better now but not as I used to. Why do you ask?"

Harvey Forrester: *goes over to the VIP table and provides security*

Angelia Caponelli: She glances up as Harvey approaches and nods to the man from where she's sitting across from the VIPs.

Singha: Ang sees Harvey approach the table and stand beside it, looking all Aryan in his Concerto security tux.

Singha: "I've heard rumors," Uri says idly. "That those who visit a certain door find themselves plagued by nightmares."

Harvey Forrester: *nods slightly to acknowledge Angelia's nod*

Angelia Caponelli: She looks back to Uri with a nod, her smile fading consideribly. "Si, it's been 3 or 4 months now for me and even while working on trying to control and understand them I don't get much rest."

Singha: He turns and regards her. "Have you heard from Malcolm at all?"

Angelia Caponelli: She pauses and then shakes her head slowly, "No. I thought you might have.."

Singha: Uri frowns, and then regards Harvey, then looks to Ang. "And this is the one who was attacked earlier?"

Angelia Caponelli: She glances up at Harvey and nods, "He is. Has that one from the alley bothered you at all since I was here last?"

Singha: Uri shakes his head. "No, but I hear she's outside. Stalking Harvey here." He points to Harve, then gives him an inquisitive look.

Angelia Caponelli: She glances to the exit with a frown, "Should some one go take care of it? She wants you far more than him."

Singha: Uri laughs, a tad coquettishly, but rather than effeminite it comes across as quite seductive. "My dear, everybody wants me."

Harvey Forrester: *and he's watching, making sure nothing needs to be dealt with*

Singha: "But if you like, you're welcome to bring her an invitation. I'm curious to see if these ones are civilised enough to sit down and talk."

Angelia Caponelli: She shivers just a little but still shivers and looks back to the exit again, "I don't know if she can control herself here."

Singha: "Well, that's up to her."

Angelia Caponelli: (brb phone)

Singha: "I'm sure Harvey here can handle her." He looks to Harvey with a sly smile.

Harvey Forrester: *a slight nod*

Angelia Caponelli: (back, sorry)

Angelia Caponelli: She pushes her drink back with her finger tips. "I'll take her one if you have an extra."

Singha: He nods to Tover, who hands Ang an invite

Angelia Caponelli: She takes the invite and slides out of the booth with a glance up at Harvey, "She's just outside?"

Singha: "Why don't you point her out to Angelia, Harvey?" Uri suggests.

Harvey Forrester: *nods, and leads Angelia outside, looking through the crowds to find her again*

Singha: ((Roll per+alert, both Ang and Harvey))

Angelia Caponelli: She shivers a little from the cold once they get to the door and looks around out side, having to move up onto her toes to get a good look around.

Harvey Forrester: 1,3,3,6,4,

Angelia Caponelli: 9,8,6,8,3,8,

Angelia Caponelli: (Damn)

Singha: Harvey sees the same person in the same spot and is utterly convinced it's this woman who's out to get him.

Harvey Forrester: *points the woman out to Angelia* "There she is"

Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((Does Ang have any military science, leadership, or security dots? If so, roll Int+that))

Angelia Caponelli: Ang nods a little and moves around the barrier (or what ever it is that's keeping the crowd off the red carpet) heading for the figure he's pointed out.

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: Her car approaches the front of the club and she emerges from the rear once it stops, pausing to thank her driver before walking slowly inside. She hands over her invitation with a smile and passes her coat and scarf to the cloakroom attendant.

Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: Security 1

Singha: As Carla arrives, she sees Ang moving out across the red carpet toward the looky-loo crowds behind the barrier on the side of the courtyard toward the alley.

Angelia Caponelli: 5,8,7,2,

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She offers Angelia a smile, should the girl look her way, but otherwise proceeds inside. She has no desire to be hanging about in the alley this time of day.

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: Once inside she enters the main hall, pausing inside to look around slowly.

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: ((Taking suggestions for outfit for DD purposes. PM with any ideas.))

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: DD> Stunning. Regal. Beautiful. She stands 5ft10 in her heels, and wears a very old-fashioned white dress with hints of silver detail here and there. The low-cut front displays her ample bosom wonderfully, but also the top of the amazingly vibrant tatto she bears on her chest, seemingly a highly stylised cat of some kind surrounded by little white roses and the tips of the petals of a large single red one on her left breast. A gold necklace is around her throat, and a jewelled gold and platinum chariot pendant hangs from it, resting at her cleavage. The material of the dress is gathered beneath her breasts then flows to the ground in layers of pleats, a slit up the left side showing off one perfect leg from time to time. Her eyes are deepest brown and astonishingly alluring, her raven-black hair hanging freely down to her thighs. Her forearms are crisscrossed with faded scars, and on her right wrist is an amazingly intricate bracelet fashioned of emeralds, rubies and pearls set in intertwined gold and silver. On her head rests a delicate gold, diamond and ruby tiara, in her left ear a hefty ruby earring, and in her tongue a ruby stud.

Angelia Caponelli: Ang is pretty intent on her goal, enough that she misses Carla at least. (I think)

Singha: ((What is it with all you people wanting to ignore one another today? Weird.))

Angelia Caponelli: (Well I'm waiting on the results of the roll I made! :) Didn't want to hold her up)

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: ((In this dress and heels it's fucking cold outside. Let the dogs ponce around! *G*))

Harvey Forrester: (and I'm waiting on Angelia, Harvey's watching that woman.)

Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((Ang notices there are several tall, thin blacks in the crowd, as well as one positioned across the street. It's defintely some kind of security threat but she can't tell exactly what they're up to.))

Singha: Zerlina enters the busy main hall after checking her coat and finds a surprising amount of familar faces she recognizes from Kwesi's studio. About 40 % of the people attending are people of color.

Angelia Caponelli: She stops half way through the crowd and looks around with a little frown, then back to Harvi, tapping her chest or where ever his radio is on him before continuing to the woman. "Hello."

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She begins to mingle, greeting both those she knows and those she does not, moving effortlessly through the crowd.

Singha: ((For DD's of some of the notables attending, please check HERE ))

Singha: The woman seems surprised that Ang's singled her out and regards her warily, responding in French.

Harvey Forrester: *doesn't seem to quite get Angelia's suggestion, and just watches her and the woman*

Singha: ((Fuck, go here: http://www.wodnyc.net/characters/NPC_DD.htm ))

Angelia Caponelli: She shakes her head at the woman and switches to italian, holding the invitation out to her, "Hello?"

Singha: The woman warily eyes the invite, and takes it slowly. This is definitely not Alfajiri, tho there is some resemblance.

Angelia Caponelli: "Is Alfajiri here?" She asks the woman, waving a hand around curiously.

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: Something about the sweating man with the bad hair day puts her off, and she makes her excuses and keeps going.

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: *BLING BLING are the words that come to mind as Boris arrives this evening. Standing at a domineering 5'9' and at the warm fuzzy age of almost 29, this man is way too white to be black and is reveling in it this night. Decked out in platinum and gold this man looks like he just stepped out of Cracker-Ass Monthly, complete with huge gold Hard Drive hanging around his neck. His hair is nice big brow white man fro and as per usual, his body is covered in small silver scars, which only glimmer more-so due to the phat lewt draped over his oh so awesome frame. This man is SUPER DISCO BREAKIN’ PEOPLE.*

Singha -> Zerlina Carla Villanueva: ((Carla feels hands on her, like the little caresses of the fishes but these are actual children's hands.))

Singha: The woman looks at the invitation, then across the street, then back toward the invite. She strides haughtily out of the crowd, heading directly to the greeter and handing her the invite.

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She glances around idly, ensuring what she feels isn't because she's being groped by anyone, then continues on, pausing to give Mac 10 a warm greeting and a gentle kiss on the cheek.

Singha: The bouncers and greeters regard Boris with extreme distaste, but assume he's one of those horridly tasteless celebrity types and allow him past after he hands over his invite.

Angelia Caponelli: She nods and follows after the woman pausing near Harvey, "You need to beef up security." She tells him before heading back inside herself.

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: *Steps to the guard LIKE WUT and shows his invitation*

Harvey Forrester: *and he nods, and uses his radio to relay the the sentiment that security needs to be beefed up outside*

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: *HELL YEH SO TOTALLY IN. Word.*

Singha: Mac 10 is like a big teddy bear around Carla, for all his attitude with everyone else.

Angelia Caponelli: Now she notices Boris and gives him a little nod, Carla also gets a wave through the crowd before she points out the VIP booth to the woman.

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She wishes Mac good luck with his latest single, gives him a final smile, and begins mingling her way toward the VIP table.

Harvey Forrester: *and he would then follow Angelia back in and go back to guarding the VIP table*

Singha: The woman is not dressed anywhere near the required formal, and seems on a hair trigger, but since nobody can argue with typical casual versus the horribly ghetto of Boris, they let her pass.

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: *Grins at Caponelli as he heads on in*

Singha: And as the woman seems to be ignoring Ang, she is however drawn toward Carla, and follows Carla toward the VIP table.

Singha: http://www.wodnyc.net/characters/NPC_DD.htm for DD's of those notable NPC's inside

Angelia Caponelli: She stays close to the woman any how, eying Carla and Uri as she and the woman approach the table.

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: Finally she emerges from the crowd and moves over to the VIP table, smiling at all present. "Good evening."

Harvey Forrester: *and as he sees the woman approach, he keeps an eye on her*

Singha: Uri smiles broadly at Carla, definitely happy to see her, but then his gaze narrows into concern as he looks past her toward the woman approaching.

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: *Goes to mingle to whomever will actually stand near the man. Usually this is Guido but you never know.*

Singha: ((per+alert, all))

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: 3,9,8,7,5,7,

Harvey Forrester: 4,9,9,1,2,

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: 8,8,3,4,7,4,5,

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She turns, following Uri's concerned gaze quizzically.

Singha: Harvey sees the woman make an odd manuever with her hand as she passes a table. Boris sees the woman grab a fork. Carla turns around just in time to realize the woman is intending to drive that fork into Carla's temple.

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She raises her hands, intending to deflect the incoming blow.

Angelia Caponelli: 2,1,3,10,5,4,

Angelia Caponelli: (sorry had to grab juice for the kiddo)

Singha: Ang's view of all this is blocked by others in the crowd.

Singha: ((everyone but Ang roll init, please))

Angelia Caponelli: She's all ignorant, her mouth opening to say something to Uri...

Sam O'Shea: *The bruiser approaches the entrance area, people giving way and hardly daring to protest*

Harvey Forrester: *well, as he didn't trust her to start with, the odd maneuver causes him to step froward towards her, and to tense up*

Harvey Forrester: 5,

Sam O'Shea: *The man that comes walking towards you looks like he could be a heavyweight boxer. Standing about 5'8'' tall, with a muscular body, he seems taller until he comes near . On top of a thick neck is a head that isn’t remarkably handsome. Short, red hair covers his head, over a broad forehead. His eyes are deeply set and a pale grey in colour, hooded under a strong brow. The nose is broad and short. His mouth is wide, and the casual observer would quickly note that his teeth seem disturbingly sharp, almost pointed, making his smile seem like a very threatening affair. He seems to be ready to fly off in a fit of fury at any time, compact muscles almost straining to walk normally rather than running, or hitting something. His voice has a hint of a harsh growl. When close or indoors, there seems to be a faint hint of fishlike smell near him*

Harvey Forrester: ((11))

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: 2,

Sam O'Shea: *Disturbingly, he is wearing a very nicely fitting tuxedo, of good brand and quality*

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: ((9))

Singha -> Singha: 1,

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: 2,

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: ((7))

Singha: ((8)) ((Harve are you moving to interpose yourself between Carla and the woman or are you simply moving up to engage the woman?))

Harvey Forrester: ((moving to interpose))

Singha: Harve moves forward to interpose himself between Carla and the woman, Boris makes a grab for the woman's arm, the woman swings, and Carla moves to defend herself. ((Harve state what you're doing and roll for it if needed, Bo roll dex+brawl, I'll roll my attack and Carla roll dodge.))

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: 8,8,1,3,10,7,

Sam O'Shea: *People that would otherwise have raised their voices and complained if a brute pushed his way past them in a line, seem to be awfully quiet. Most people look away from him, avoid his attention, seek to be out of the way. It suits him fine, as he approaches the entrance and the greeter in his odd manner, walking a bit leaned forward, arms hanging down his sides*

Singha: 2,5,4,6,6,8,8,

Harvey Forrester: *he tries to grab her arm*

Harvey Forrester: 7,9,6,6,6,7,5,

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: 3,

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: 9,5,2,3,

Singha: The woman swings in a deadly arc but both Harvey and Boris leap in to grab her arm, even as Carla positions herself to block the blow. Ang sees all this unfold, sees the fork in the woman's arm as Boris and Harv both struggle to hold her, and keep her from continuing her attack.

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: *Kung-fu Ghetto Grip!*

Angelia Caponelli: She blinks, some what dumbfounded and moves over hastily to put herself between Carla and the woman. "Perhaps this was a bad plan."

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She gazes at the woman with the fork in her hand, and murmurs softly "There is no need for this."

Singha: The woman struggles, hatred burning in her gaze, but she seems rather astute and drops the fork rather than engage both Harve and Bo, and Ang and the cadre of bouncers led by Jan as they converge on the area.

Singha: Just as Sam reaches the greeter, the bouncers both listen closely to their earphones, and glance around the front warily.

Sam O'Shea: *The brutish man looks at the greeter as if to compel his attention*

Singha: ((Anyone with GN within 6 ft of Carla, roll GN please.))

Harvey Forrester: 6,2,

Singha: The greeter, a good looking woman in a sexy but elegant evening gown, regards Sam warily.

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: 5,6,5,8,8,

Angelia Caponelli: 7,4,6,

Sam O'Shea: *He leans forward towards the greeter, and whispers harshly, but legitibly, a phrase in Afrikaans*

Singha -> Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: ((You feel a sense of joy and possibility, and even tho your adrenaline is pumping from this recent incident, you're calm and clear headed, and expectant of a peaceful outcome.))

Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((You feel a sense of joy and possibility, and even tho your adrenaline is pumping from this recent incident, you're calm and clear headed, and expectant of a peaceful outcome.))

Singha -> Harvey Forrester: ((You feel a sense of joy and possibility, and even tho your adrenaline is pumping from this recent incident, you're calm and clear headed, and expectant of a peaceful outcome.))

Singha: 9,6,9,7,9,

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: *Just grins and keeps a hold of the woman, waiting for security to take her off his hands*

Singha: The hatred in the woman's gaze mellows slightly, and she regards Carla with surpise, mixed with wariness. She does however seem to calm.

Harvey Forrester: *looks to Uri* "Shall I escort her out?"

Angelia Caponelli: She sighs softly, the tension moving from her, "Why don't we all just relax, take a deep breath... have a seat. I'll ask one of the waiters to bring around some drinks?"

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She glances to Uri, then to the woman. "I'm sure that won't be necessary?"

Singha: Uri grins at all this, and motions to Jan and the others. "Please, it was nothing. She merely tripped and Harvey and Mr. Bandwidth were kind enough to keep her from falling."

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: ((That was in respose to Harvey's question, not Ang's *G*))

Singha: Uri nods to Ang. "Excellent idea. Please," He motiosn to them all to have a seat at the booth. "Let's talk."

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: *Boris raises the one eyebrow at Uri's statement, but then shrugs it off. Not like it's his place afterall.*

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: *Talk + DRINKS = Win.* SOunds like a good idea to me. *heads for booth*

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She settles into the booth, her seat something a throne the moment she settles into it despite it being no different to anyone else's.

Angelia Caponelli: "She speaks french," Ang tells the table before she moves off and over to the bar seeming to trust there's no further assults to be had on Carla.

Harvey Forrester: ((brb))

Singha: The woman seems to have a seat in spite of herself, and regards everyone at the table warily. Uri offers her an encouraging smile. "Please, this is neutral territory. You will not be harmed here."

Singha: Outside, the greeter stares at Sam with disbelief, then tells the bouncers she has to go to the loo and runs off.

Singha: Inside the greeter runs through the lobby, into the main hall, and into the kitchen.

Sam O'Shea: *He grunts at that, not quite what he expected. Looks at the bouncers to see if they seem inclined to let him in*

Angelia Caponelli: She asks for a few differant drinks to be brought to the table and perhaps a tray of light food and then moves back again to the VIP booth

Singha: She runs back out, and offers Sam an apologetic look before admitting him. The bouncers look at her funny, but don't hassle Sam.

Sam O'Shea: *He looks at the greeter with a furrowed brow, before walking on in*

Harvey Forrester: ((back)) *and Harvey doesn't seem happy that this woman is staying, but he takes up his security position again*

Sam O'Shea: *It takes him quite a while to get through the lobby and into the main area* (OOC: Will be in there in a little while)

Singha: At the table, drinks are brought. Introductions are made. Uri seems to know everyone at the table except teh woman and introduces them to her, waiting for her to say who she is. She says in accented English. "I am Franciose."

Angelia Caponelli: She takes a seat again at the booth and nods a little to the woman, suprised but only mildly when she speaks english.

Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((per+alert))

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: *Grins and sips his drink, noding when the woman speaks*

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She smiles warmly to the woman, nodding slightly, but allowing Uri to speak.

Singha: Again, the woman's expression is one of "I can't believe I'm doing this." But she's sitting calmly and talking with them.

Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: 9,9,2,5,9,4,

Singha: "Well, thank you for coming Franciose." Uri says pleasantly. "Perhaps you can tell us why you and some others seem to have a grudge against certain people here?"

Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((There is a note under the napkin of the drink placed at Ang's elbow by the waiter.))

Singha: "You know why." Franciose says flatly. "You slaughtered my people. Enslaved them."

Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: (Like on a seporate sheet or on the napkin?)

Singha: "I know why you're after me," Uri says pleasantly. "BUt why are you after her?" He points to Carla. "Or him?" He points at Harvey.

Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((like on the underside of the napkin.))

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She observes politely, patiently, with a gentle and compassionate expression on her features as she watches Francoise.

Singha: Franciose frowns. "They are of the blood of the oppressors. They shall all be destroyed."

Singha: Uri stares at Franciose for a long moment, then regards Carla and Harvey. "Perhaps you can talk some sense into her. Since I'm sure she will listen to nothing that comes from me."

Angelia Caponelli: She takes a sip of her drink as she listens, setting down her glass, dabs lightly at her mouth with her napkin.

Boris "Ub3r l33t c4m30 4ppr34nc3" Bandwidth: *Silently listens. He knows all to well the crap that has gone on what with the slaughtering and the enslaving and what not, but that was in the all-too distant past. Or the Umbra. Hell like it really mattered at the time. But he figures he's prolly thinking too much and whoops there goes the whole glass. Time for a third!*

Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: Glances down to read it.

Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: The note says in hastily scrawled handwriting: "Come to kitchen -- Josh"

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She looks to Uri, then to Francoise again. She rests her gloved hands on the table, folding them as she leans forward a little and gazes at the woman. "Your people have been hurt," she murmurs gently. "As have we all. You seek revenge, as, I'm sure, have most of us at one point or another." She smiles a little sadly. "Francoise... If you carry hatred in your heart, it will consume what is left of you and your people faster than any oppressors. I don't want you to be hurt again."

Singha: The woman appears to be listening to Carla's words in spite of herself. Her brow furrows, her jaw setting, as she tries to avoid that logic and hold onto her hatred.

Angelia Caponelli: She frowns a little and folds her napkin, setting it in her lap before she looks between the those at the table. She shifts a little uncomfortibly, "Excuse me." She says quietly after a moment.

Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: she'll slip it into her purse so no one finds it

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She looks to Angelia and responds "Yes, Angelia?"

Harvey Forrester: *watchs and waits, he's not too good with people, so he'll try to let the others talk*

Singha: Uri and Tover watch Franciose, and Carla, and Harvey, glancing occassionally at Boris and Ang.

Singha: "It is not revenge," Franciose finally answers. "It is justice."

Angelia Caponelli: She blushs a little and slips out of her seat, "I'll be right back.."

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She looks to Francoise and nods gently. "If you truly believe, deep within your heart, that murdering those who were not involved with what happened to your families is true justice, then there is no hope left for you."

Singha: Franciose looks warily at Ang as she leaves, as if there might be something sinister to the act, but then returns her gaze to Uri, Carla, and Harvey.

Singha: Francoise's eyes flash, and she regards Carla across the table. "And how are we to balance those of us who have been murdered?"

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: "By rising above your oppressors. By being better than they were. By honouring your dead but not letting them control you. By living your life and showing the world that no matter what has been done to you, you will not be broken."

Blaze: ((*Stands about 5 ¾ feet tall, wearing a dark grey expensive looking Armani suit, and matching Armani shades. His features handsome enough to hold the eye for a moment, but not devastatingly so. His short blonde hair is fashionably tousled, and his grey/blue eyes sparkle merrily, giving him a youthful appearance. An expensive looking gold watch adorns his left wrist and a thick black ‘belt’ of cloth is wrapped around his midriff*))

Angelia Caponelli: She looks around and picks up her handbag, heading to the corridor and the lady's room.

Singha: "Where is Alfajiri?"

Sam O'Shea: *The bruiser has made his way through the lobby, and is in the main hall. Nods and smiles his way past lots of people who cannot quite make up their mind if they are just afraid of him or curious about who the hell he is*

Blaze: *Get's to the front of the line finally along with Arlett* Hmmm upper class party girl now eh?

Arlett: *Well, you have never seen her dressed up if you know her, and certainly is a huge change out of lately, when she has been hiding in clothes and a more boyish appearance, but today…. For starters, her hair is not hidden, and though now its visible its shorten then it used to be, its held slightly up, with small silvering pins, you know gives that look of being formal and teenagerly messy. Is wearing a green, deep colored dress, making her eyes come alive, which for once lets you see this kid is becoming to gorgeous woman, it not to complicated, simple is always better, but lets you take a glimpse at her tiny shoulder and her slender frame, showing a part of her back too, even though when she comes in has a good coat over, white, a silver necklace hangs from her neck too* ((and take it she for once is prolly looking in her app 4 splendor for once))

Singha: Ang passes Sam on her way to the corridor.

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: "That I am afraid I do not know. But if you are willing to stop trying to murder us at every available opportunity, I'm sure we're willing to help you find her."

Arlett: *Giggles a tiny bit* how told ya I wasn't before *holding to his arm*

Sam O'Shea: 8,6,4,9,1,7,

Angelia Caponelli: She nods to Sam as she passes him.

Sam O'Shea: *He spots Angelia, and turns to walk after her, quicker than she walks*

Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: Of course as soon as she gets to the corridor she heads to the kitchen instead of power room.

Blaze: *Laughs slightly* Well if you were, you hid it well *He nods a touch to the guy asking for invitation, letting Arlett show it as it's hers*

Sam O'Shea: *Raising his voice a bit* Miss Caponelli?

Harvey Forrester: ((brb))

Singha: ((For those entering the scene the notable NPC's in the main room are described here: http://www.wodnyc.net/characters/NPC_DD.htm ))

Angelia Caponelli: She pauses when Sam starts following her and looks back, her head tilted to one side curiously.

Singha: Since the evening has progressed quite a bit, there's not a big line at the entrance and once their invites are checked Blaze and Arlett are admitted to the club.

Arlett: ((I hate my computer *pouts*)) *shakes her head* I wanted to surprice ya *jokcing bit and shows invite C got them*

Singha: Francoise frowns. "You have done something to her. She did not return."

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: "I have done nothing to her, Francoise. I have not met her."

Blaze: *Grins brightly* You suprise me all the time *He nods, then slips in with her* So... why are we here anyway?

Angelia Caponelli: "Yes Mr O'Shea?"

Arlett: *smiles more, so just happy he is here* humm.. I was curious

Sam O'Shea: *Walks up to Angelia, smiling with those slightly pointed teeth* Miss Caponelli, I'm sorry that I haven't seen you for a long time. That dress suits you remarkably well.

Singha: "You. Your people." She glowers at Carla, then Uri and Harvey. "You have done something to her. She has not returned."

Arlett: *giving a look around at all the 'known' people*

Angelia Caponelli: She blinks slowly up at the large man, that is not what she expected to hear at all from him, "Why thank you Mr O'Shea. You look very nice yourself this evening."

Sam O'Shea: *He smiles widely* Thank you. An old friend helped me pick out something suitable. *Very quiet voice, still smiling* I have a message for you, and it's bloody damn important that people don't notice you getting it.

Blaze: *Laughs and slips an arm around her to give her a squeeze* Fair enough, big names here today *He starts putting names to the more famous faces, well aware who they are*

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: "Where was she heading, Francoise? What was she trying to do? Perhaps if we can help you find her we can start to overcome the damage we have done to one-another in the past."

Angelia Caponelli: She nods to the man and tilts her head back towards the corridor, "I'm just headed to the powder room... if we could talk in the hall?" She suggest quietly.

Arlett: *Well is distracted enough not to be able to put names to the faces, but knows more or less, and smiles, settling happily under his arm* yup, they made a lot of noise in the news... wonder if Carla would be around ((as well.. she lives her, though remember she dind't want to mingle with it))

Singha -> Blaze: ((What's Blaze' streetwise?))

Singha: She frowns, looking at those assembled at the table, eyes narrowing before she glances back at Carla. "She was hunting you, Faris."

Sam O'Shea: *He nods* Let us. *Follows Angelia, but seems to be distracted by the sheer amount of good-looking women left, right and center*

Blaze -> Singha: ((4 it's his living and saftey net))

Angelia Caponelli: She steps down the hall then with Sam...

Blaze: *Shrugs a little* No idea, let's go have a wander around see if we can find her yeah? As were here should mingle.

Singha -> Blaze: ((Blaze would also notice some peeps from rival mafia families to the Giardiani and some known Yakuza, as well as some known high level fences and gun runners.))

Arlett: *smiles, nodding*.. you know anyone?

Sam O'Shea: *He snaps his attention back to Angelia, and whispers something to her*

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: ((Sorry, had to go remove mouse carcass from cat's mouth))

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: "She did not reach me, of that I am certain."

Arlett: ((owie! EWWW))

Angelia Caponelli: (ewww)

Blaze: *Nods a little his eyes scaning around as he grins brightly* Yeah a couple of people. Maybe when you talk to Carla I'll go catch up with a couple. I'll think it over.

Sam O'Shea: OOC: Cat follows cat nature. Good. Harmony. *s*

Arlett: *Smiles, nodding, and peering around, blinks realisng something* ow.. what you gonna drink? *peering up*

Singha: Ang and Sam find the corridor relatively busy, with people going to the restroom and some traffic backstage, plus Jan is back at his post at the mouth of the corridor.

Arlett: ((well at least your cat doens't does as cousin cat... he goes to 'gift' him with food.. and drops dead bodies of animals over his bed or in his fud dish *nods*))

Blaze: *Laughs merrily* Oh I'm sure they serve something I like I mean not only bear I drink you know *He glances to Arlett and wink a little* I too can be upper class.

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: ((...had to clean the blood up too, from where she'd been playing with it all over the hallway *G*))

Harvey Forrester: ((back sorry about that, crisis averted and all that))

Blaze: ((Or beer... though bear is the new beer))

Singha: Franciose frowns, shaking her head. "That is not what the wind tells me."

Singha: ((beer is beary good.))

Angelia Caponelli: Angelia, oddly perhaps where anyone who knows her to see her, moves close to Sam, really close, an arm looping up around his neck as she tilts her head towards his, whispering intimately. Fortunitly they're well down the corridor and beside the bathrooms.

Arlett: *blinks and giggles* alright, you win *snugging a little bit to him*

Sam O'Shea: *As Angelia slips her arm around his neck, pressing closely towards him, he seems to get quite distracted from his surroundings, and puts his arms around her, kissing her neck*

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She pauses, then adds "Unless she's the lady who swung a knife at my head earlier in the week. Neither I nor my friends harmed her."

Blaze: *Grins and nods squeezing her again, then taking her hand before starting off around the room looking this way and that* Yell if you see her.

Arlett: ((lol and ew!!! poor Troo))

Singha: Boris has apparently wandered off in search of some more interesting subject and is no longer at the table.

Singha: ((Arlett and Blaze can roll per+alert too see peeps they're looking for.)) Francoise frowns, not believing Carla. "Then why has she not returned?"

Sam O'Shea: *He grins at Angelia as he lets go of her* Don't be a stranger now.

Arlett: *Though she is distracted of looking anyone while he take her hand and moves along, looking up to him happily, blinks, and smiles, nodding and finally looking aorund again when he says that* ((an dI have no clue how the concerto is inside so no clue when if she'll see her =P))

Harvey Forrester: ((and Harvey just continues being security, as his player switches PCs))

Angelia Caponelli: Ang untangles herself from Sam, her cheeks a little flushed. She waves blows him a kiss and continues on her way to the powder room.

Arlett: ((or that answers))

Singha: Jan sees Ang and Sam down the corridor and frowns, lifting a brow at that hot kiss between them.

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: "I do not know. She left me, so I cannot say where she went or why you have not seen her since."

Arlett: 9,7,

Kelly Rice: She looked presentable... be afraid. Kelly wore the cousin of the little black dress that every woman wears. Which is, of course, the long silver dresst that no one ever talked about. Damn shame too, because it was a nice dress too. When the light hit it just right, it seemed to sparkle.. her hair was actually just slicked back out of her face.. Kelly didn't have quite enough length to do anything with it. Her makeup was stunning... well, the better way to put this is "What makeup?" Kelly looked like one of those ladies you would see in the magazines.. she possitively shined with that confidence.

Charles Knight: . ((Could that be Charles? The face is right...but normally he's wearing a t-shirt and jeans...now he's wearing an elaborate tuxedo, consisting of a buttonless shirt of a pale blue green that looks almost white, but is the exact shade of the ocean's phosphorescence. The pants are the dark blue, with side accents that fade to an iridescent blue-teal. The vest is of the same blue-teal and the cummerbund has a striking pattern on it that seems to shimmer like moonlight on water. The fabric is of a quality and texture he's not used to, and seems to actually flow very much like water, having a weight to it that makes it ripple in a way that wasn't evident in the swatches. His shoes seem to complete the look, making his body seem like the ocean and his feet like stones of the shore. The studs are blue diamonds in a red-gold base, and appear almost as ship lights on the open sea. All in all, it’s a rather breathtaking, fluid effect, all the more so because it’s on Charles, one of the most casual people around…and he appears to feel comfortable in it.))

Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: And Ang now with message and 'object' in purse heads to the bath room to find a quiet stall and look and see what she's got.

Blaze: *Isn't really looking for anyone right now, just guidgn Arlett around most of his looks focused on her*

Charles Knight: *arrives with Kelly on his arm, he hands the greeter his invitation, and the pair enters, heading right towards the party*

Singha: Franciose glares at Carla, then looks at Uri, who shrugs. "I have not moved against your peiple here. I have and shall remain neutral, so long as you do not force me or mine to defend themselves."

Sam O'Shea: *He grins, walking towards the main hall, looking with no noticeable sense of decency at women he passes*

Singha: Arlett spots Carla at the VIP table.

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: Her right hand absently rubs at her left, and she looks distant, troubled for a moment.

Kelly Rice: *She headed on in, and was still a little taken back with the beauty of the place*

Singha: ((that last dialogue was Uri's btw.))

Arlett: *And well she was distracted untill Blaze reminded her she mentioned Carla, so catches sight of her, and smiles, looking up* saw her, wanna meet her? she is really nice

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: ((Lemming!)) DD> Stunning. Regal. Beautiful. She stands 5ft10 in her heels, and wears a very old-fashioned white dress with hints of silver detail here and there. The low-cut front displays her ample bosom wonderfully, but also the top of the amazingly vibrant tatto she bears on her chest, seemingly a highly stylised cat of some kind surrounded by little white roses and the tips of the petals of a large single red one on her left breast. A gold necklace is around her throat, and a jewelled gold and platinum chariot pendant hangs from it, resting at her cleavage. The material of the dress is gathered beneath her breasts then flows to the ground in layers of pleats, a slit up the left side showing off one perfect leg from time to time. Her eyes are deepest brown and astonishingly alluring, her raven-black hair hanging freely down to her thighs. Her forearms are crisscrossed with faded scars, and on her right wrist is an amazingly intricate bracelet fashioned of emeralds, rubies and pearls set in intertwined gold and silver. On her head rests a delicate gold, diamond and ruby tiara, in her left ear a hefty ruby earring, and in her tongue a ruby stud.

Blaze: *Laughs and nods a little* Sure... sure come on then lead on, just remember not everyone wants to hear how wonderful I am for hours. *He winks* I do, but not everyone else *He chuckles, then let's her lead*

Charles Knight: *glances around for people he knows, including anyone he might have obtained invites for*

Singha: Franciose scowls at this, and then glares at Harvey before turning around and searching the hall for Ang. "There are those who serve the One Who Watches. If he has harmed her again, we shall move against them." And with that, she stands and leaves the table, her long legs moving with haughty speed toward the doors to the lobby.

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: "I must apologise," she murmurs. "I find I cannot remain here any longer."

Arlett: *Actualy blushes and kinda half pokes him, grinning* I can to talk of other stuff *now she moving towards Carla holding onto Blaze's hand*

Singha: ((For those just joining, the notable NPCs present have DD's here http://www.wodnyc.net/characters/NPC_DD.htm ))

Blaze: *Laughs as he walks with her* Yeah yeah, pull the other one *He teases, then falls quiet as they get closer*

Arlett: *would stick her tongue at him, but they are in classy now, so doesn't*

Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: get my last PM?

Kelly Rice: *She smiled a little... was that Arlett over there?*

Singha: Franciose, the tall, thin black woman wearing casual street clothes, storms past Blaze and Arlett on her way to the lobby and out the door.

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She looks to Uri. "Uri, I would like to speak with you urgently. After the party perhaps. Call me when you are available, if you would be so kind?" She gives a soft nod to Tover, then rises to her feet.

Arlett: *And do waves atiny bit at Carla when they get close*

Singha: ((Sorry I'm a bit slow atm, hunny just got home and bird just died.))

Sam O'Shea: OOC: It died? Condolences, man.

Arlett: *And do waves atiny bit at Carla when they get close*

Singha: ((Sorry I'm a bit slow atm, hunny just got home and bird just died.))

Sam O'Shea: OOC: It died? Condolences, man.

Blaze: *Glances at the woman storming past then blinks* Charles is here too *He comments*

Arlett: *and blinks at the lady, watching her pass them and out, looks up to Blaze, then back at lady and notices Kelly, smiles and wiggles a tiny bit, not to much*

Charles Knight: *Charles heads over, with Kelly, towards familiar faces if he catches sight of any*

Arlett: ((ow, sorry Singha *HUGS*))

Arlett: *Nods to Blaze* he'll like to say hi to CArla too

Singha: Uri nods to Carla. "Certainly. Would you like Harvey to escort you home?"

Angelia Caponelli: (ohhh *hugs Singha* I'm sorry)

Sam O'Shea: *The bruiser walks off into the crowd, leaving a trail of confused, scared and embarassed high society people, before he makes his way outside to talk to some of the people who are not admitted*

Blaze: *Nods a touch* Okay well he'll be over this way too I guess *He turns and smiles towards the woman Arlett's been waving too*

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She is developing something of an antsy look, as if all her reserves of patience have been used up in managing to waste her time here for an hour. She starts toward the lobby, apparently not having noticed Arlett's wave.

Kelton Michaels: *Arrives on his own, pausing a moment at the door as he is found on the guest list, and then limps his way in*

Arlett: *Tilts her head, blinking at bit, squeezes a bit Blaze's hand and moves bit* Carla

Kelton Michaels: ((Description Drop: Kelton Michaels is a man approaching his middle age in years, and he certainly looks it. A touch frail at 5'9" and barely 135 pounds, the look of weakness is amplified by the cane that he has to rely on to walk. His steel-tinted hair, normally falling is a touch raggedly to his shoulders, is tonight tightly pulled back into a ponytail, and match his pale blue eyes well, which look out under wire-rimmed glasses. Though he normally has a tendency to dress in a business casual style, tonight he is dressed in tuxedo as required, though it doesn’t sparkle all shiny new. The tux is a simple black with a purple cumberbund and vest. His cane is brand new and rather elegant, in contrast with his usual, humble one…black lacquered with a gold raven’s head on top.))

Kelly Rice: *She headed on over, a tiny smile on her face*

Kelly Rice: ((Sorry Singha... that's got to be bad. My heart goes out to ya))

Arlett: *ergs.. nodding politely to the man she was sitting to, just to be polite*

Charles Knight: *as he passes her on his way in* "Hi Carla"

Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: The pendant is green jade with a flaming snake on it (and Ang might recognize that if she ever saw Karl's (the mage pc) earring) and the note is typed, but smells of Trev "Come at once to the Diner on Broad Channel." ))

Blaze: *Glances over the table, then turns to follow Carla*

Jerry B. Toroscello: *Backstage, he prepares for the performance*

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She looks flustered as two people say her name at once, and the calm slips a little further. "Hi. Hey. Arlett, Charles... I'm sorry. I really have to get going. We should catch up soon though, for that pizza..."

Charles Knight: "Ok, well, I'll catch you later, and properly introduce you to Kelly then."

Blaze: *Blinks slowly, then nods slightly to Carla before turning to Charles* Alright?

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: "In fact, if you'll excuse me?" She leans in to kiss Arlett's cheek gently, then heads back to the table swiftly.

Jeremy Thomas: *Walks in, handing his invitation to the greeter, looking a tad fish-out-of-waterish in his tuxedo*

Singha: Uri watches Carla's attempt at a rapid exit and raise a brow curiosly, then smiles when he sees Charles wearing that tux.

Angelia Caponelli: After a few minutes Ang emerges from the hall. She smile Jan and heads over to the table to say good night to Uri and wave to Carla.

Arlett: *blinks about to ask if hse if she isf ine and blinks, wathicn her back go, nodding bit after the cheek kiss, domutters* yaf ine?

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: "Uri, honey. Would you be a dear and escort me home?"

Singha: ((And we'll have Harvey escort Carla home, then?))

Arlett: *watches her* wated to introduce Balze too *and looks up to them*

Charles Knight: "Hi there, Arlett and Blaze." *nods to them*

Blaze: *Chuckles and looks to Arlett* It's okay, other times for that.

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: ((Only if you want Carla to pick up that fork and start the whole thing over again *G*))

Singha: ((Ah, okies.)) Uri raises a brow in surprise, then gives look to Tover and rises, apparently unable to contain his curiosity. He holds an arm out toward Carla. "Certainly."

Angelia Caponelli: Or rather, Uri's heading off with Carla it seems. "Uri... before you go, there's several of them outside, our french speaking friend's friends. Be careful."

Arlett: *Nods bit to Blaze and smiles to C, then gigles* you look nice *watching him in tux*

Singha: Uri also raises a brow at Ang's sudden departure, and looks even more curious. Jan watches Ang a bit suspiciously.

Kelly Rice: "Wish he'd do it more often..."

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She takes Uri's arm gratefully, flashing Tover a smile. "Perhaps you could come too? Get some fresh air?"

Blaze: *Grins to Charles and Kelly nodding* Yeah clean up well eh? *He seems eminantly relaxed in this place*

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He walks onto the stage, to the piano placed there*

Singha: Uri nods to Ang. "Thank you for the warning. I would expect as much, which is why I offered to escort Carla home."

Arlett: prolly ya can make him ?

Jeremy Thomas: ((DD: Jeremy is a very average-looking person. He stands 5'11", and is a little bit thin at 145 pounds. At 26 years of age, he still has a baby-face, despite his full goatee, he is commonly mistaken for 18-20 years old. His hair, a medium-brown, would go down to about his mid-back if untethered, but tonight, it is pulled back into a (slightly too loose for etiquette) ponytail. As stated before, he has a very youthful face, with bright blue eyes that flash with intelligence and full cheeks. His right canine is missing, but that's neither here nor there. Something about his features suggests maybe a Welsh origin. His tuxedo, obviously rented, is very “Mr. Formal”…it couldn’t have cost him more then $75 to rent. He looks vaguely out-of-place, but still seems at ease, not too terribly uncomfortable.))

Charles Knight: "Umm, err...umm..." *doesn't seem to know what to say*

Singha: Tover shakes her head at Carla. "No, thank you. It's best I remain here and play hostess."

Kelton Michaels: *Sees Charles and limps his way over to him, smiling widely in greeting*

Blaze: *Laughs a little, then looks to Arlett* You want to hang with these two for a bit then?

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She smiles and nods to Tover. "All right. I hope the evening goes well." She pats Uri's arm, nods to Angelia, and steers Uri toward the lobby.

Angelia Caponelli: She nods a little to Uri, "I need to slip out myself but I hope to be back before midnight."

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: She seems calm once more now that Uri is with her.

Jerry B. Toroscello: *A man in a well-fitting tuxedo. His skin is deeply tanned, like he's spent a lifetime on the beach, and the wrinkles around his eyes and the streaks of grey in his thick, dark hair at the temples testify that he's not the youngest of the crowd. His dark brown eyes seem to be very alive, warm and fascinating. He seems like a guy who can smile with the best of them, and he smiles at the crowd as he takes a seat. A handsome man, even if he’s growing old... A couple of rings are on his fingers, but none of them seem to be a wedding band. To those who have seen him recently, he seems less sad, more at home on the piano stool*

Arlett: *Looks up to Blaze, nods bit* is fine.. ya going to catch with people? *not wanting him to go far away though*

Singha: Jeremy gets a nod from Guido when he enters. Guido has a table near the stage, along with some of his associates and their wives.

Kelly Rice: *She saw Jerry walk onto the stage and she went quiet... She'd never heard him play before, but she wanted to..*

Charles Knight: *draws attention away from him* "Hey check it out, Jerry." *indicates towards the piano*

Jeremy Thomas: *Walks in and immediately heads to the bar. Best to get a drink in him before hobnobbing with people he has no real chance of ever hobnobbing with again.*

Arlett: *blinking at the stage and giggleing* JErry is here

Singha: Uri nods to Ang. "Take care. The French have threatened you and yours."

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: ((Damn Frenchies *spits*))

Jerry B. Toroscello: *As the aging man puts his fingers to the keys, his mere presence seems to cause a calmness to spread slowly through the crowd, starting nearest to the stage. He gives off a comforting, harmonious sense of belonging*

Blaze: *Nods to Arlett* Yeah I'll be back soon okay? *He leans down to give her a kiss on the cheek, then he turns and strides off to a table*

Jeremy Thomas: *Nods to Guido on his way toward a drink*

Angelia Caponelli: "Thank you for the warning as well Uri, I'll keep an eye out." Which she does as she goes to collect her coak and heads out onto the street.

Arlett: *Nods bit, holding to his hand for a second and watching him go for another long one*

Singha: With that, Uri heads out with Carla, escorting her not out the front enterance, but toward the corridor and into the office.

Kelton Michaels: *Walks up next to Charles, watching Jerry begin to play* (Quietly) Good evening, Charles...

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: If she ever manages to get Uri to the lobby, she collects her coat and scarf from the cloakroom, slips them on and fastens them against the elements.

Charles Knight: *nods, and lowers his voice so as to be able to hear JErry's performance while still being audible* "Good evening Kelton. I believe you've met Kelly."

Arlett: *And peers to Kelon, wiggles a hi, with a tiny smile and looks back towards were Blaze left, for another moment before peering atJErry playing*

Singha: ((Modify that last to have him escort her to get her coat and scarf and they then leave the lobby go to the hall, and into the office.))

Angelia Caponelli: Ang retreives her cigarette case from her pocket and lights one up as she heads down the street.

Jerry B. Toroscello: *As he beings to play, it is not with the gravely somber focus of a famous concert player, but with a smile and a joy that seems more at home in a boisterous bar full of old friends. The music is serious enough, a classical piece that seems to sneak around people's ears, make it's way without boasting and bragging, making itself feel at home inside people's minds. His infectious mood seems to make the performance a lot more than just the sound of the piano itself*

Blaze: *Heads to a table and gives a few handshakes before starting to chat to the men there, thankful for the distraction of the music*

Kelton Michaels: *Nods, keeping his voice low* I have. *Bows his head toward Kelly, arms resting on the cane in front of him* Good evening, Miss Rice. *Seeing Arlett, he smiles and nods to her as well*

Zerlina Carla Villanueva: ((Gnight all *hugs*))

Singha: Before Jerry played, there was a certain vibrance and exuberance among the crowd, but as he plays that feeling mellows, still pleasant, but less frenetic, more solidly joyous.

Kelly Rice: "Evenin' Mister Michaels, pleased to see you again." *She nodded a little, and smiled... Kelly was awfully pretty when she smiled*

Arlett: *and blinks* gotta go to the rest room *smiles to them and fades that way* ((gotta go for alil bit))

Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: She'll walks a few blocks until she's certin she's not being followed then catch a cab to about half way, walks a few more blocks, pick up another cab and head to the dinner.

Singha -> Blaze: ((Anyone in particular Blaze wants to talk to?))

Jeremy Thomas: *Sits at the bar and orders something just sophisticated enough to barely pass as non-gauche, and takes a sip of it. He leans against the bar and lights a cigarette as he listens to the performance*

Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((Roll per+alert. And she never does go to the kitchen to talk to Josh?))

Blaze -> Singha: ((He's just keeping up apperances, and seeing if there is any business he can swing his way. Unloading a few things if people are intrested. Mainly networking))

Arlett: ((and she fades for half an hour or so)) *dissapears in the bathrooms*

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He seems to be lost, not in the simple process of making music, but in the process of conveying music to the audience. He's not just a musician. He's a showman. It's the playful smile, the small flourishes, the way he brings it across to the crowd that makes it more than just nice background music*

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He seems to be lost, not in the simple process of making music, but in the process of conveying music to the audience. He's not just a musician. He's a showman. It's the playful smile, the small flourishes, the way he brings it across to the crowd that makes it more than just nice background music*

Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: I was going to have her do it but the letter said at once... here let me roll will to see if she can be rational for once.

Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: 10,6,9,3,

Charles Knight: "So, how have things been going, Kelton?"

Angelia Caponelli -> Singha: Yes yes she will go knock on the kitchen door before she leaves and ask for josh.

Singha: Guido and those at his table are quite impressed with Jerry, and watch his performance with rapt attention.

Singha -> Angelia Caponelli: ((okies, go to ICQ, please))

Kelton Michaels: *Shrugs* I've been all right. Settling a few personal things that have kept me disposed...nothing serious, just some legal matters involving my final severence from Harvard. And yourself?

Jerry B. Toroscello: *After finishing the classical piece, he makes a light bow to the audience, to varying degrees of applause, but seems about to play something else*

Jeremy Thomas: *Gives a polite applause, but keeps it short as to not dorwn out the next performance*

Singha -> Blaze: ((Roll Cha+streetwise, please))

Singha: ((any one here have streetwise over 3 besides those i'm already talking to?))

Charles Knight: *applauds Jerry politely, awaiting the next piece* "Things have been up and down. Up now though." *pouts his arm around Kelly, looking happy*

Kelly Rice: *She did give her applause when Jerry stood, listening quietly to the two men talking though. Curiousity got the better of her*

Jerry B. Toroscello: *Smiling mischeviously, he launches into a clever 40's piece, lounge music with some twists, showing that this piano can do more than classical*

Kelton Michaels: *Nods, smiling* I see...well, I'm glad things are on an up for you.

Blaze -> Singha: 2,7,2,3,3,9,6,

Jerry B. Toroscello: *To those who know him well, it seems like he's almost playing away the deaths and dastard deeds that have turned the last year into a nagging nightmare for him, chasing it all away with tones from a time long gone*

Singha -> Blaze: ((he gets a few solid deals, mainly from mid-level or established types.))

Singha: Jer finds the bar is doing a brisk business. The buffet line is also doing a brisk business. The place is quite crowded with all sorts of notables.

Kelly Rice: (I'll be AFK for a few)

Charles Knight: *quietly listens to Jerry's performance*

Jeremy Thomas: *While still istening to the music, he decides to do a little bit of people-watching. He takes a few steps away from the bar and starts looking around, vaguely curious to see if he will recognize anyone*

Blaze -> Singha: ((Cool thanks))

Blaze: *Continues doing business as he flits around a few tables, then heads down to the restrooms to wait for Arlett*

Blaze: ((And I best head to bed, Blaze will just follow Arlett when she emerges and look after her for the night))

Jerry B. Toroscello: *This is clearly a piece he knows well, he allows himself some experimentation with variations, and smiles infectiously all the way*

Singha: As Blaze heads down the corridor toward the restroom entrances, he passes Jan, who nods and offers him a pleasant smile, tho his gaze seems focused on the door to the kitchen.

Blaze: *Nods and returns the smile, then moves to the wall to wait*

Singha: Jan's gaze follows Ang as she leaves the kitchen and hurries out the lobby and out of the club.

Jeremy Thomas: *Not seeing anyone immediately familiar, he makes his way to at least moderately familiar company...a table near Guido's. He takes a seat and finishes his drink, watching the people around him*

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He finishes the piece, smiling, remains seated a little while*

Kelton Michaels: *Offers his applause*

Charles Knight: *and he's really enjoying the show, applauding at all the proper times, and otherwise just listening quietly for a while*

Singha: Guido's table erupts with clapping when Jerry finishes. They are thouroughly enjoying the evening.

Jerry B. Toroscello: *Looks at the applauding audience with a raised eyebrow. Indicates the piano with his left hand, smiling. Listens to the patterns of applause, grins, and starts to play again*

Singha: ((and again, sorry I'm slow now my mom's on phone re: GMA))

Jerry B. Toroscello: *And, in keeping with New Year's and the location, it's a playful, evocative piano version of "New York, New York", so full of enthusiasm and warmth that one can almost see Sinatra*

Jeremy Thomas: *Takes a last drag off of his cigarette, then lights a new one off the cherry of the old one. Yes, boys and girls, we have a chain-smoker*

Singha: Jan heads out after Ang after speaking breifly into his radio. Those who are people watching notice this.

Kelton Michaels: *Smiles, watching the performance. He takes a moment to look around the room casually before looking back to the piano*

Singha -> Singha: 8,10,2,10,2,4,7,9,

Singha -> Singha: 7,2,3,6,9,7,6,

Singha -> Singha: 10,3,2,3,5,6,5,9,

Charles Knight: *well, too ba dhe's not people watching, but rather he's watching the show*

Jeremy Thomas: *Sees the security guy following after Angelia, who he remembers from the other week, and quirks an eye. He casually stands up and starts walking in the direction that the other Jan and Ang have gone*

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He twists and turns it around a bit, but in the end, it's clear that he's faithful to Ol'Blue Eyes, and the outcome is both energetic and beautiful*

Singha: Those who have been enjoying the show have been treated to an enormously wonderful performance from Jerry, probably something people will talk about for years to come

Singha: Ang leaves in a cab, Jan takes a car and follows the cab.

Jerry B. Toroscello: *As he ends the tune, he smiles almost blissfully, remaining for a moment on his stool before getting up to recieve the applause, bows to the audience with a pearly smile. This is his church. This is his speaker's platform. This is the medium he has mastered. Taking music out of his heart and giving it to the crowd. He almost seems to blink away a tear as he bows again, and heads off the stage*

Singha -> Jeremy Thomas: ((oh, yeah, roll GN for Jer))

Jeremy Thomas: *Stops just outside as he sees the cars drive off. He grinds his teeth a bit in frustration, torn between waht would seem to be helping Angelia and checking things out a bit more. An invite like this probably won't happen again...he sighs, and shrugs, heading toward the street and hailing a cab*

Jeremy Thomas: 9,2,6,5,8,

Kelton Michaels: *Gives a hearty applause, his expression obviously one of being impressed*

Singha -> Jeremy Thomas: ((He starts feeling really joyous, with a sense of wonderful possibilities just around the corner, extremely optimistic))

Charles Knight: *and applause. good applause for good music. However, in this case, it's great applause for great music*

Jeremy Thomas -> Singha: ((When he leaves the club, or before?))

Singha -> Jeremy Thomas: ((After he's in there for about 5 minutes))

Singha -> Jerry B. Toroscello: ((As Jer plays, he starts feeling really joyous, with a sense of wonderful possibilities just around the corner, extremely optimistic))

Singha -> Charles Knight: ((As Charles listens to the music he starts feeling really joyous, with a sense of wonderful possibilities just around the corner, extremely optimistic))

Jerry B. Toroscello: (How utterly marvellous. That's just a stronger version of what performing like that tends to do to him anyway. He's on cloud nine. *s*)

Jerry B. Toroscello: OOC: Sorry, dropped PM.

Singha: Jer gets a cab, a minute or so after Ang's pulls out.

Jeremy Thomas: *He stops on the street as his prospective cab approaches, looking back at the club almost longingly...really, he hasn't had this much fun in a long, LONG time...he looks back down the street, to where the cars are driving away...and sighs, a little sadly, as he gets in and follows after*

Jeremy Thomas -> Singha: ((If that would require a WP expenditure or anything to leave the euphoric feeling, he'll do it, btw.))

Singha: ((roll per+alert, jer))

Singha -> Jeremy Thomas: ((no, it sort of lingers with him. It doesn't wear off all at once))

Jeremy Thomas: 9,8,2,10,4,

Singha: Jer's cab manages to keep Ang's cab in sight, but Jer loses track of Jan's car.

Arlett: ((What have I missed?))

Singha: ((And those who have left the club, please go to the Jamaica Bay room))

Jeremy Thomas: *Keeps on Ang's cab's trail...she appears to be being followed, so following one should follow the other*

Kelton Michaels: *Smiles to Charles* Excellent party...thank you for getting me an invitation, Charles. I'd hate to have missed that. *Gestures to the piano*

Charles Knight: *nods* "No problem."

Arlett: *and returns from wherer she got herself into*

Kelton Michaels: *Nods to Arlett as she comes back, smiling amicably*

Charles Knight: *gives a small, polite wave to Arlett as she wanders back*

Arlett: *And smiles bit, looking around* what I miss?

Jerry B. Toroscello: *After having made his way backstage, Jerry takes a GOOD dose of Scotch straight down*

Singha: After Jer's wonderful performance there's a break in entertainment while the champagne is passed out, and a big projection screen is lowered over the stage, where people are invited to watch the fireworks which will be fired out over the river, courtesy of Uri Zenijer.

Charles Knight: "You missed Jerry" *gestures to the piano on stage*

Arlett: *owow.. fireworks!! she'll try to get them all to go see them outside to see them properly*

Arlett: *peering at the stage and pouts* well not entirely I still heard him.. just... was bussy

Singha: Guido is living it up, as are the others attending the party. Everybody seems to be in a good mood except for Mac 10, who is trying his best to keep hold of his attitude.

Kelton Michaels: *Smiles* I'm sure it was just as impressive from where you were.

Jerry B. Toroscello: *Smiling at the mirror in the changing room, he looks a bit past it all. Deeply into the reflected eyes, reviewing his time in New York City. In a way, it all leads up to this. New Year's. One year spent, literally, in Hell. It's all changing now. Fresh start, bigger things ahead...He laughs softly at the mirror, and walks out, heading out of the backstage area to mingle with the social animals. If only they knew...*

: *makes such a sheepish face* uhm.... ergs... ya know... kind of...*she WAS in the bathroom for a reason*

Arlett: ((that was me =( ))

Charles Knight: *is quiet, smiling a small, but sincere, smile, just seeming to enjoy the night, and the projection of the fireworks, as he's not going outside, because Kelly is off, shall we say...doing thing*

Singha: Champagne is poured. Toasts are made. The Fireworks display starts, wowing both those looky-loos outside who are braving the cold, and those inside who are watching it on the big screen.

Arlett: *and peers up to C, smilling at seeing him in such a good mode*

Singha -> Arlett: ((Arlett starts to feel a sense of joy and possibility, similar to when she saw Carla the other day))

Jerry B. Toroscello: *Making his way through the crowd, shaking hands, making jokes, nodding, smiling...Oh, he's so at home among high society, this school dropout who was lucky to never get busted for carjacking on the streets of Marseilles in the 60's*

Arlett: *and will snug agaist Blaze seeing* ((though playuer ain't around =( ))

Arlett -> Singha: ((*s*))

Arlett: *and smiles, a tiny drouzy smile,.. can't be a more perfect night*

Singha -> Singha: 3,8,8,8,7,9,8,3,

Jerry B. Toroscello: 6,6,9,8,

Singha -> Singha: 5,1,6,2,6,1,1,

Jerry B. Toroscello: *Somehow, he manages to notice familiar faces, and makes his way towards Charles and Kelton*

Charles Knight: *when Jerry approached* "Hey there. Excellent show."

Singha: The fireworks go off flawlessly. A truly inspiring, impressive awesome pyrotechnic display with some interesting effects as the last bits of fire flare off into the nite sky

Arlett: *So to happy since a long while, and she'll wave to JErry when she spots him* JErry!

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He smiles still as he reaches them, winks at Arlett* Hello there. *Grins at Charles* Thank you. I'm pretty happy with it. It seemed to go over well with the crowd.

Singha -> Kelton Michaels: Kelton have any Spirit?

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He looks up at the fireworks display, and laughs* Do you know what that is, Charles?

Arlett: *She'll do give the old man a quik hug, and introduce Blaze* ((just cause GB did say he'll stay around))

Charles Knight: "It's fireworks..." *seems confused at the question*

Arlett...(Kinght?=P): *and too looks again at hte fireworks*

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He grins* It's a hell of a lot more, my friend. It's a salute. To us. It's the new time coming this way, looking for us. Change for the better. A fresh start. A stairway to greatness.

Singha: Arlett and Jer had the strangest impression that the fizzling fireworks toward the end looked like sparkling rainbow butterflies. Charles is positive they looked that way.

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He laughs with delight at the spectacular fireworks. Gone is the grieving old man. Look at him without focus, and he could just as well have been 17 again, with nothing in his pockets and a world to conquer*

Charles Knight: "Whoa, that's a cool effect they got there." *watching the fireworks* "Hmm...wonder how they achieved it..." *trails off as though considering the problem*

Arlett...(Kinght?=P): *and Smiles even more, just for now enjoying the moment, can't be better, with Blaze and C there and Kelly and JErry, and Kelton and that kinda drouzy feeling and wow.. neat that firework cound't be better, her eyes just follow the sparkling butterflies, trying to make sure their shapes*

Kelton Michaels: *Watches the fireworks quietly,smiling a little*

Singha: Kelton is surrounded by very happy people, with the Wiseguys at the table near the stage seeming to be quite rambunctiously happy, making toasts and gesticulating wildly with their hands as the champagne warms them inside and out.

Jerry B. Toroscello: *Looks over towards Guido's table, smiling at Charles* Those Italian guys over there seemed to get really into the gig when I was playing. Maybe I should go talk to them.

Arlett...(Kinght?=P): *and she even smiles a bit more dreamingly, so happy just now*

Charles Knight: ((and I gotta go, Charles will head out with Kelly))

Kelton Michaels: *Looks at the Wiseguys for a moment, hoping that they don't get TOO rambunctious. He break easily, and they don't seem to be too gentle, even when they're sober*

Arlett...(Kinght?=P): ((Seeya soon))

Jerry B. Toroscello: *Says good night to Charles and Kelly, winking and telling them not to do anything he's ever done *

Singha: ((It's a very happy, mellow scene, and we can fade from there if you like, or you all can stay and party and I'll lurk but since certain people averted disaster earlier in the scene, there's not alot planned for the rest of the evening on my part.))

Arlett...(Kinght?=P): ((is fine with me =)... she'll just drag with Blaze along and be happy for the night with bf!))

Arlett...(Kinght?=P) -> Singha: ((and thank that JErry and the others are to bussy to make a thing out of seeing ARlett with a bigger man then she =P))

Singha: ((Dropping nick so as not to time out))

Kelton Michaels: ((Kelton has no plans...he'll just enjoy the evening))

Singha -> Arlett...(Kinght?=P): ((Probably. *G* ))

Jerry B. Toroscello: OOC: Works for me. Jerry would try to get in touch with the Guido crowd, not quite sure who they are, but hoping that there might be someone who'd like to hire him for a gig sometime. *s*

Arlett...(Kinght?=P) -> Singha: ((*hugz* thanks for the scene!))

Singha: ((I mean if Jer Kelton and Arlett want to talk or something, feel free.))

Jerry B. Toroscello: OOC: Otherwise he'd hang with Arlett, Kelton and anyone else still there that he knows.

Arlett...(Kinght?=P): ((*eyes the others* as you guys wanna to =P))

Singha: ((And yeah, Guido would definitely like to hire Jer for his restaurant a few nites a week))

Jerry B. Toroscello: OOC: Hooray! Work! Recognition! Money! Art! Mafia connections that would scare Jerry senseless if he wasn't too much of a bimbo to realize it!

Kelton Michaels: ((I'm game *S*))

Singha: ((ok dropping nick now. will lurk))

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He does take the time to hear with Kelton how he is, whether the leg's all right and all, without really refering directly to the Warriors of Anubis incident*

Arlett...(Kinght?=P): ((ow.. great =P))

Arlett...(Kinght?=P): ((*lol* I'll stay for a while longer... so if any of you talk to Arlett just tell me, otherwise, she'll be happy being with Blaze))

Jerry B. Toroscello: *Jerry's in the greatest party mood he's been in since Jubilee's infamous party, ages ago. High and low, shaking hands and laughing, introducing himself to mostly everything that walks*

Kelton Michaels: *Limps his way over to Jerry, smiling* Very well-done, Mr. Toroscello. I haven't heard virtuoso work like that in a long, long time.

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He chuckles* Thank you, Mr. Michaels. It's hardly a stroke of genius, though. People just need to be reminded from time to time that "simple" doesn't necessarily mean "boring".

: ((Damn thing won't let my nick stay))

Kelton Michaels: *Nods* Of course not. Still, it was impressive nonetheless.

Arlett: ((nhe... ))

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He smiles* Thank you again.

: ((When that happens, try changing nick to clear it and then grab another one. But if you take too long to post you'll keep timing out.))

Kelton Michaels: *Shakes his head* No, thank you. *Looks around* So, this is the "in" crowd, eh?

Arlett: *menlging so happily alongside Blaze, as they seem to be doing fine* ((and cause I have no clue what to talk about =P))

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He grins* I think so. I'm not certain. I must admit that I'm prone to not staying on top of gossip news as much lately. I think I saw the Mayor earlier, though.

Kelton Michaels: *Quirks an eyebrow* Really? I didn't realize I had I stumbled my way into such a high-power party. *Grins*

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He chuckles* Oh, it IS quite high-falutin'. I performed here when they reopened last year, and believe me, there were celebrities and power people high and low. I don't think there are fewer now. Well, Malcolm's not here, of course.

Kelton Michaels: *Looks at Jerry* Malcom?

Jerry B. Toroscello: *Quiet voice* Malcolm De Witt. One of the two owners of the place, before Uri, that's Mr. Zenijzer who left as I was coming on stage, sort of took over again recently.

Kelton Michaels: *Nods* Ahh. A social butterfly, politician, businessman, or combination of the three?

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He smiles, albeit a bit grimly* Multi-millionaire heir to multinational financial empire. Also a troubled young man who's had many brushes with the law.

Kelton Michaels: *Nods* Rich party boy. Got it.

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He looks around, quiet voice* A bit more than that. He's also involved in various ways with the side of the world that, say, you and me know better than most of those present here. Only in different ways. He knows quite a few of our sort. Well, wherever he is.

Kelton Michaels: *Eyes widen a bit, and he nods* I...see. Interesting. And his partner?

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He looks at the partying crowds, a distant smile* Uri? He's a scary bastard. Yes, he's more than he seems, even though he seems to be a bloody lot of things. This place has been a neutral spot, a meeting place for "different" people for a long time. It's not surprising that the owners are themselves not the run-of-the-mill kind. But I know far less about Mr. Zenijzer than I do about Malcolm and his less intimidating friends.

Kelton Michaels: *Nods* Understood.

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He smiles* Wherever he is, I hope he's all right. The kid has had a hard run over the years.

Kelton Michaels: I wouldn't worry about it. The Wheel will bring whatever he's due back to him.

Jerry B. Toroscello: *A pondering expression, as he scratches his chin a bit* Maybe. Damn me if I know what that is. He's been through the very heights of luxury, and some of the worst bouts of misery I've known anyone to go through. Who knows what's next? I can't help him now, though.

Kelton Michaels: *Nods* Well, I hope the best for him. Pardon me,Jerry...it's been a lovely evening, thanks in part to your musical prowess, but I must be leaving. It's been a pleasure, as usual...

Jerry B. Toroscello: *He nods* Safe trip home, Kelton. Give my regards to your people.

Kelton Michaels: *Nods* Of course...and mine to yours, as well. *Smiles at Jerry and limps his way out the door, back to his SoHo closet apartment. ((GONE))

Jerry B. Toroscello: *The pianoman continues to party like it's 1699 for a long, long time*

Jerry B. Toroscello: *Leaves as one of the last, after people half his age have given up*