Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa is in the common room laying in the center of the floor. She's laying on her stomach writing something in quick greek on a notepad. Smiling childishly and swinging her shins idly up and down. She wears a traditional greek robe, white and cut well up to the thigh, and nothing else.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: The first thing you'll notice about Alyssa is her rich olive skintone that holds a certain softness about the girl. Her eyes are a deep brown, lashes thick and dark giving the air of heavy makeup though you'll never catch the girl wearing any. Her dark hair is cropped to her shoulders and hold a natural wave, outlining her mediteranian cheek structure. She dresses in simple garments, generally natural fibers and earthy tones to accent her features. She is average height, roughly five foot six inches, weighing about 115. Despite her small stature, she give the air of strength and a willingness to fight for what she believes in. Age is hard to tell with this one. Looks alone would imply she's in her teens, though she carries herself with the pride of an older woman.

Marty Starling: ((To confirm, if you go here, you CAN join in on this scene? They're just meeting?))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: (that's what I gathered. Was I right, rav?)

Miranda Okanedo: She makes her way out of the black door, her sarong hanging comfortably around her small frame. Her hair, usually braided, is hanging freely today. She looks at Alyssa, smiling a little bit and nodding as she shuts the door quietly behind her. "Good evening, Alyssa. How are you tonight?"

Miranda Okanedo: ((Huh? Umm. I just heard "Madame Ling's scene, please throw Miranda in" and complied. Yes, I assume it's an open scene.))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She looks over her shoulder with a bright smile to the woman. "I'm doing alright. Using my time to write letters to my family back home."

Matthew Drake: [Matthew weaves his way around the produce stacked near the door to the street and opens the door. He threads his way down the narrow stairwell and knocks at the lonely door]

Marty Starling: *The door opens from the direction of the meditation room, and the boy steps out. Leaving his jacket behind, for once. He idly looks around, and then straight to his chair by the chess board. He frowns, as he looks to it, and pushes a pawn forward.*

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa's head pops up to look at the exit with a bright smile. "Someone's here!"

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa rolls to a knealing position, ensuring that her scarred thighs are somewhat covered by the hem of her robe.

Marty Starling: *His head raises, and he looks back to Miranda.* We're having guests?

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She looks between the deacons, eager to see who's behind the door.

Miranda Okanedo: She looks up to the door, a brow raising as she looks Marty's way. "Perhaps." She smiles slightly and then rises, making her way toward the door. There is a slight pause in front of it for a moment before she reaches out and opens it.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She looks up to Marty with a soft smile when Miranda moves off and scoots a little closer to his chair.

Matthew Drake: [He stands outside the door and seems almost tho be walking away by the time the door opens. He then smiles to miranda when he realized it opened. He looks young and skinny. His hair is short and cut into a bowl-cut, but that doesn't stop the bangs from intruding into his eyes occasionally. He is dressed in a pair of loose light-khaki pants with pockets all down the legs, and a light-grey sweatshirt. The pants look like the thjigh-pockets are carrying maybe a book and some other bumpy things.] (cha 4 App 3 http://wodnyc.net/modules/coppermine/albums/uploads10764/thumb_drake.jpg) Hi. I, uh, I'm Matthew Drake. I sent a message a couple weeks ago that i was coming.

Marty Starling: *He does not get up, but he does crane his neck to try and see better.*

Miranda Okanedo -> Matthew Drake: ((DD for your sake: The woman is short, standing at about 5'2" and weighing around 125 pounds or so. Dark skin and ebony hair, braided down her back, make up a woman of about 30. She looks like she's seen her fair share of years, with signs of a hard life underneath her pleasant demeanor. Her eyes, a rich brown, have extreme wisdom to them. She's dressed in a plain, natural-fiber shirt and a red sarongm with sandals covering her feet. A warm, pleasant smile is usually on her face, indicative of her infinite patience and wisdom.)) ((As a side note, we don't generally place our Social stats in our DD's, FYI. Just so you know. You prove your Charisma through your interactions, and your App should be apparent in your DD. *S*))

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She follows Marty's eyes to the man on the other side of miranda. Smiling cherrily in his direction. She gives a friendly wave.

Miranda Okanedo: She smiles warmly to Matthew and nods, speaking in her rich, African-accented voice. "Matthew, of course. Come in, child. A pleasure to meet you. I am Miranda."

Marty Starling: *Maybe he looks curious, about the entering man. After all, he's never seen him before. Matthew finds himself observed as a curiosity to the young Euthanatos.*

Matthew Drake -> Miranda Okanedo: (( I agree. but I've seen many differences with this site compared to my own style. everyone posting thier Social stats is one, plus the "Roll to see if I see you" thing. Both annoy me, but when in rome... ))

Matthew Drake: [he brightens when Miranda introduces herself] Oh!! [he enters so she can close the door, but he stays near the door while looking over the room and it's occupants. He looks back to Miranda and offers a handshake] Very nice to meet you. I was hoping you'd be home.

Alyssa Kostapoulos: Alyssa squirms a bit from her spot on the floor. Ancy, having been pinned up in the chantry too long. She keeps a bright smile on Matthew.

Miranda Okanedo -> Matthew Drake: ((Well, most of us don't post our socials, actually. So you're in the clear there. *G*))

Miranda Okanedo: The door is shut behind Matthe, and she smiles. The hand is shaken, after a look to it...Miranda isn't a hand shaker, it seems. "I rarely am not home, actually. Welcome to Madame Ling's."

Alyssa Kostapoulos: She flips the cover of her notebook back over her letters and pushes herself up to an energetic stance. She bounces off toward the kichen. (gahh.. family alert. gotta go. might be back. hopefully.)

Matthew Drake: [He nods to her after reclaiming his hand.] Thank you. The Abbey in Philli had said good things about you - about what you've done here.

Marty Starling: *He watches Matthew, curiously. Only stopping to watch Alyssa go. Like a parental guardian, really. Then back to the two.*

Matthew Drake: [he nods to the others in the room] I suppose I should introduce myself more fully.

Miranda Okanedo: "Indeed. Allow me to make introductions." She getsures further into the room, moving to lead Matthew along. "Matthew Drake...I would like you to meet Martin Starling, my co-Deacon here at Madame Ling's."

Marty Starling: *And the sixteen year old boy nods to him, quite calmly.* A pleasure. She's spoken of you.

Matthew Drake: [he offers marty a similar handshake and smile. It seems he's big into that sort of thing.]

Marty Starling: *He accepts the handshake, though does not grip or stand up. He meets the man's eyes for a brief moment. No smile.*

Matthew Drake: Well.. [he nods to both, though what he says seems to mostly be for marty's benifit] Nothing really special to me. I'm just a chorister who's spent the last couple of years travelling from church to church. I've worked my way up from Arizona.

Marty Starling: Traveling from church to church... *He pauses, repeating the words, tasting them, as someone would a fine wine.* Doing what, exactly?

Miranda Okanedo: She's quiet, moving to take a seat and gesturing the offer for Matthew to do the same if he desires. Her eyes watch the two, almost a bit curiously.

Matthew Drake: Exchanging news, learning some things, teaching others, performing services... I'm something of a spiritualist.

Marty Starling: Ah, *he says calmly, and looks back to the chess board.*

Matthew Drake: [he looks to Miranda after marty's last comment. he takes the offered seat and sits] I've had tohe opportunity to talk to a few other mages while I sat in Battery park. They seemed very worried about technologists.

Miranda Okanedo: She smiles a little at Marty's reaction and looks back to Matthew. "So, Matthew. How long will you be staying in New York? Your message did not say."

Marty Starling: *His fingertip rests on the Queen, idly rocking the piece back and forth.*

Miranda Okanedo: "Technologists...you mean the Technocracy, I assume, as opposed to Virtual Adepts and Sons of Ether, yes?."

Matthew Drake: [he shrugs to Miranda] I don't know. It depends on how much help I can be. I usually stay for at least a couple weeks.

Matthew Drake: [he nods] I'm pretty sure that's what they meant. but they seemed to think I wasn't being careful enough.

Miranda Okanedo: She nods. "Well, while you are here, unless Martin has any objections, feel free to remain here. If you decide to make your stay permanent, we can discuss membership if you are interested at the appropriate time."

Matthew Drake: [he nods] I thank you ma'am. What would be an appropriate time?

Marty Starling: *He looks to Miranda, and he knocks the Queen over, idly.* No objections, *he says calmly.*

Winnie Miles: *And in she comes, after enjoying the warm, balmy spring evening. A cheery, albeit twisted grin and a wave of her neon bright gloved hand as she closes the door behind her.*

Matthew Drake: [Matthew looks to the door as Winnie enters. He looks young and skinny. His hair is short and cut into a bowl-cut, but that doesn't stop the bangs from intruding into his eyes occasionally. He is dressed in a pair of loose light-khaki pants with pockets all down the legs, and a light-grey sweatshirt.]

Winnie Miles: *She wears bright colorful scarves wrapped around her head, and has a fondness for bright rhinestone jewelry, the gaudier the better. Her face is living proof of what fire can do when applied to flesh. From the ruin of her flesh bright eyes carry the blue sparkle of a warm September sky. Intelligent and mischievous, they demand not pity, but joy. In height she is tiny, with a frail frame that is quite deceiving, clad usually in overalls, bright shirts and gloves which go above her elbows. She eschews somber black and her gloves are the same bright hues as her scarves.*

Winnie Miles: *Winnie rather looks like Freddy Krueger's younger, less ominous and far cuter sister. without the funky nail job of course.*

Miranda Okanedo: "As I said...when you decide to you will be staying more permenently, then we can discuss such matters." She looks up to Winnie and smiles warmly to her. "Hello, child."

Winnie Miles: *The smile grows wider. One of those people that when she smiles, she does it with her whole body.* Hi Miranda..anda..anda. Have you been outside...is it not a beeeeuthiful night? Hiya Marty, how's it shakin? Hello stranger. I'm Winnie.

Matthew Drake: [he waves to winnie and smiles] Hi Winnie. I'm matthew.

Matthew Drake: (( BRB. damn mouse ))

Marty Starling: *He nods to Winnie.* Good evening.

Miranda Okanedo: "I have been, briefly." She nods to Winnie with a smile. "It is quite nice."

Matthew Drake: (( back ))

Matthew Drake: I wonder. Is the techis really such a big problem here?

Winnie Miles: Matthew..that's a good strong...biblical type name. *grins.* You should go out in it more Miranda, before we start having April showers. I'm kinda looking foreward to them. Missed 'em last year. Oooh and than May..and all the flowers...*she looks ecstatic at that thought.*

Marty Starling: *He looks back to Matthew.* It is an industrial city. Of course it is.

Matthew Drake: [nhe nods to Winnie with a smile] My name means "Gift of God". It seemed like Providence when I learned what awakening meant.

Miranda Okanedo: "Yes, indeed they are," she says with a nod, facing going a bit more solemn. "The Union has refueled their war with us here in New York City. Already, a chantry has fallen to them."

Matthew Drake: [he looks to marty with a concerned look] But it's not all-out warfare, is it?

Matthew Drake: [he looks with surprise to Miranda] Wow. I hadn't heard that.

Winnie Miles: Ooh boy, do you have big shoes to fill then, Matt. Does God wear shoes? If I were god, I'd go barefoot. Oooh solemn talk you guys are having. *She says without missing a beat.*

Miranda Okanedo: "Yes," she says to Matthew. "Thus, things have been a bit on edge as of late."

Matthew Drake: [he frowns]

Miranda Okanedo: ((Ooookay, guys. 4 people, 3 posts, 11 minutes. Have we all lost total interest in the scene?))

Winnie Miles: *She flops down on a chair, crossing her legs beneath her.*

Winnie Miles: *She flops down on a chair, crossing her legs beneath her.*

Winnie Miles: Speaking of edge, has anyone seen Novalee around? *she asks in general.*

Marty Starling: Not to mention the fact that one of the people who was killed by a Technocratic raid is still alive, *he grumbles.* ((Sorry, I was in the bat'room.))

Matthew Drake: [he sighs] Well. I thank you for putting me up for a time. I'd like to help if i can.

Marty Starling: *He nods idly.* Anything you can contribute.

Miranda Okanedo: "Novalee is around somewhere," she says with a nod to Winnie. She looks to Matthew and smiles. "Of course, Matthew. Happy to do it." She smiles a bit and rises. "If you all will excuse me, I have my evening prayers to do. Good evening."

Matthew Drake: [he nods] As i said, I'm a bot of a spiritualist. I'm also interested in ifghting against the minions of evil. The technocrats aren't evil, but there are certainly some worse things out there.

Matthew Drake: [he nods to Miranda] Good night ma'am.

Miranda Okanedo: She frowns a little bit. "I think there are many here who would disagree with that assessment, Matthew. Because they have lost friends in unprovoked Technocratic attacks." She shrugs a bit, her face evening out to warmth again, and makes for the black door. "Martin, can you show Matthew to a room?"

Marty Starling: *He nods to Miranda.* I'll join you in a bit.

Marty Starling: *His eyes widen at Matthew's words.* In someone's definition somewhere. Yes. Come with me.

Winnie Miles: Martin? Is that your real name? *she asks, trying to hold back a snicker.* That's as bad as Winifred.

Miranda Okanedo: She nods to Marty with a smile, and slips away. ((Thanks for the scene, guys.))