2021.08.18 Who Are We

2021.08.18 Who Are We
A casual social evening finds a few new faces getting to know each other. Amidst all of this, a group of Kindred played the classic guessing game, Who Am I?
IC Date	2021.08.18
Players	Ramona, Colombe, Io, Zago, Silvana, Hassam, Nino, Amelie, Ed, Wren, Madeline, Ambrosia, Mikael, Angelica, Heathen
Location	Emerald Plaza Elysium
Spheres	Vampire Ghoul

Wren slides into the Elysium shortly after Madeline and company taking a moment to adjust their suit before striking a pose in the entrance. Not so gauche as to bother with Presence but with that outfit they're hard to miss. "Daaahlings! I have arived. No please. Hold the applause. But know this party has just doubled in excitement and by the end it won't be all mine."

Angelica walks beside Madeline as they arrive at the plaza. "it's good to be out and about this evening"

Elysium is low-key tonight, ready to receive laughter and chatting, but is it ready for an exciting new diva? We will see --- the lighting is soft, the music playing is relaxing, calming, and light. The red and purple divans, as well as some comfortable-looking wing chairs, have been arranged to accommodate a gathering of people. A basket of post-its and markers sits on a low table between the divans.

Heathen makes his way into the Elysium with his customary turning in of the yo yo in accordance with the 'no weapons' policy, making himself comfortable in time to enjoynthe show

Ambrosia enters with a quick pace and hardly pauses before she starts to make her way toward the grey sectional where she remains standing instead of taking a seat. Nods are offered to familiar faces before she settles in to stare blankly at Wren.

Amelie steps off the Secure Elevator, noting the set up for the evening. Oh and there is a new face. She looks to find Colombe to see if she is busy, or if someone is going to meet with who this is.

Mikael arrives with Heathen, smirking a little as he hands over the 'offensive' yo-yo. He glances around the room at the set up with curiousity. He gives a little bow to Colombe as he sees her, "Bonsoir, Mademoiselle Keeper, I hope the eve finds you well?"

Madeline nods to Angelica with a smile and laughs when Heathen disarms himself. Pausing she smiles and nods to Amelie fondly before stepping over to greet her, and then Colombe "bon soir mes ami"

Ed steps off the elevator with Colombe, then makes her way towards Ambrosia. Wren is cast a quick glance, but the Sheriff leaves her to others for now.

Wren wiggles their eyebrows at Ambrosia and tips their shiny fedora to her before swaggering further into the Elysium and looking around with a smile. At least they don't have gold teeth.. Yet.

Colombe takes the last step down the stairs and smiles graciously to Mikael and Madeline. "Good evening, I am well, how are you both? Just one moment." Her gaze seems to have settled on Wren, and stays there, and she walks over to the Kindred in the gold lamé zoot suit. "Good evening. Yes, very exciting." That was genuine, as is her slight smile. "I am Colombe de Berenger of Clan Ventrue, Keeper here. You must be new."

Ambrosia narrows her eyes at Wren as those eyebrows are wiggled and she returns the fedora-tip with a curvy little smirk. The goth's gaze moves on to Ed next and she watches as the Nosferatu approaches. "Hello, Sheriff."

Through the elevator comes Hassam. The Middle Eastern man glances about at the assembled kindred with idle curiosity and then continues entering in to the Elysium proper. Hassam inclines his head towards Colombe in greeting, seeing that familiar face, and then appraises the rest of the room as if deciding just where to sit and get comfortable. Or mingle, perhaps.

Nino slogs his way down the stairs at a slow gait, limping and heavily favoring one foot as he descends. "Nnngh.." he grunts as he eyes the tiles of art, "Looks like the pre-schoolers have been fingerpainting." he eyes Colombe and there is a malicious grin as he inclines his head to her in the most sarcastic way. "Good evening Keeper." then another terrifying smile for Amelie. "Sup." he says to her, then a light wave toward Ed.

Amelie smiles to Madeline, "Bon Soir, Emeritus, mon ami. So lovely to see you tonight." She joins Colombe, with a curtsy to Wren. "Bon Soir, I am Amelie Renoir, the Imperial Herald, and a Daughter of Cacophony. It is a pleasure to meet you." She rises and notes Nino's entrance and smile she returns to him. "Mr. Caravelli. Good Evening."

Heathen checks out the new faces as he plops down to enjoy the evening. "Well, now the party seems to be starting."

Io comes in from Emerald Plaza - Gallery

Angelica watche as Madeline greets the others before her dark gaze sweeps over the room. When she sees Nino she smiles brightly and gives him a friendly wave

Madeline squeezes Amelie's hand then smiles and steps over to quickly kiss Heathen and Mikael upon the cheek "bon soir gentlemen" before she turns and nods to Nino "mon ami, always wonderful to see you"

Io descends the stairs slowly, gaze sweeping the room. She offers smiles to those she knows.

Ed snorts softly at Ambrosia. "Just Ed is fine, unless you're gonna insist on being formal and shit," she tells the Primogen, before casting a glance towards Nino and lifting a hand in greeting. "Hey." Turning her attention back to Ambrosia, she says something quietly to her.

Mikael smiles brightly then to Amelie as he sees her but just gives her a deep nod of his head in greeting as she is speaking with a new arrival with Colombe. He accepts Madeline's kiss and then looks over at Nino, giving the Nosferatu a respectful bow of his head.

Angelica follows after Madeline and greets the others with a bright smile, "bon soir.."

Sweeping off the fedora Wren goes into a flourishing bow to Colombe "A pleasure! No no. That does not express it enough. An HONOR!" Wren pirouettes upright from the bow. "Yes truly an honor to meet the local guardians of civility and culture oh sweet Keeper of Elysium and Madame Herald! Normally I would have one of my local friends introduce me but this is the farthest south I have traveled to date. In your presence now is the one known to many as Wren Indoubt, socialite and party planner of Clan Setite."

Ambrosia's gaze leaves Ed and returns to the crowd even as she leans in close to listen to the Sheriff. The scrawny waif glances toward Heathen and Mikael before looking onward toward Nino. The Nosferatu's arrival draws a curved grin that lingers as she turns her attention back toward Ed. She murmurs quietly.

Zago enters the Elysium in goth-tinged formalwear, along with Silvana. He looks the crowd over, offering a grin and a nod to those who greet him positively, otherwise he will just head for the balcony.

Zago stands next to the railing of the Second Floor Overlook.

Silvana smiles as she is holding onto Zago's arm as they walk in and smiles as he leads her to their usual spot.

Silvana gives little waves and polite nods as they move by.

Mikael glances over to Wren curiously as he overhears her theatrical introducion.

Zago is better able to send Wren a curious, one-eyed glance from the balcony. He then says something to Silvana.

Heathen raises an eyebrow, watching Wren as she introduces herself.

Io pauses when she hears that introduction, said so theatrically. She glances at Wren, then moves toward Madeline with a slow step.

Colombe inclines her head to Nino, though without the usual warmth, in fact there is some reserve there. Not typical for the cavalier Ventrue. She is easily distracted by the flamboyant Wren, who is apparently a Follower of Set. Her eyebrows rise, quite impressively. "Ah." A pause. But one cannot be impolite! She inclines her head to Wren. And then she makes a realization. "Party planner? Hmm. That's actually fantastic. So you're from the North?"

Madelines golden head turns at the mention of a party planner for.. setites? Her delicate brow arches curiously but she makes no move to introduce herself, instead she pauses to greet Io with a warm smile and embrace. "Primogen"

Silvana stands next to the railing of the Second Floor Overlook.

Amelie smiles as she listens to Wren. "What an unusual name! I like it. I would love to hear of these parties that you have thrown. What brings you this far South to the Imperator's Domain?"

Whatever Ambrosia has to say to Ed is rather long-winded. She whispers quietly while staring out at the crowd. Wren's introduction draws a quick widening of the eyes followed by a glance toward Amelie.

Nino folks his overly-long arms lightly across his chest and he shifts his bug-shot eyes briefly in Wren's direction, seeming to catch the tail end of her introduction to the Keeper, "Socialite, and party planner for Clan Setite, are you actually calling youselves that now? Seriously?" his bushy brows furrow and his long hooked nose wrinkles up, and his expression sinks back into its usual foul state.

Upon Wren's introduction, Hassam stops what he was doing and turns towards the garish display that is the Setite. The Middle Eastern man arches a brow and frowns faintly. He refrains from commentary, perhaps wisely or not, and instead finds a seat in the circle of chairs to regard Wren's introduction and discussion with curiosity.

Meanwhile, Colombe's retainer Pierre hands out decks of post-its to anyone who looks interested.

Madeline crosses her ankles in ladylike fashion when she sits, tucking them slightly beneath her chair as she speaks quietly with her companions, watching the new arrival with an inscrutible gaze. Still she smiles and nods, accepting a stack of post-it notes

Wren spins their cane before leaning on it nodding to Colombe. "Yes indeed. Party planner. I am among the nouveau Setites. I mean. The world is full of wonders to enjoy. Should we not enjoy them?" Wren looks over their shoulder to give Nino an exagerated wink before smiling back to Amelie and Colombe "I was throwing parties up in NorCal. I tried the Central Valley but they were boring. Los Angeles was exciting until the fighting harshed my buzz. So I am sampling the sights down here. And am I excited. An IMPERIUM? That's a much larger party to be had. I didn't know we had any of those in the Americas." Wren snaps their fingers left and right and does a little soft shoe dance of excitement.

Angelica sits down at the Rose-covered sectional.

Ambrosia and Ed whisper further and then the former clucks her tongue before shrugging toward the Sheriff. She holds a hand out as Pierre passes by with those post-its and accepts them while calling over to Wren, "You've come to the right place, Duckling. The Imperator adores parties."

Angelica follows after Madeline and takes a seat at the sectional. She figures she will follow along with Madeline

Ed smirks at Ambrosia, then opens up that maw of hers and starts to work something free from in between her teeth. "Whatcha been up to, Nino? Ain't seen much of you, of late."

Nino turns away from Wren in disgust, "What's this /we/ shit?" he mutters as he makes his way over to where the Rose sectional is, "Bee.." he says in passing, working his way past he manages to accidentally drag his knuckles against the side of Angelica's head as he goes by. He gives Ed a flat grimace, "Mind your own business." he tells her with a lazy wave of his wierdly, long-fingered hand..

Colombe is reluctantly taken by the soft-shoe, but in sincerity she is most intrigued by the curious Setite. She smiles to Ambrosia, a quick grin, before giving Nino a mild head-shake and looking to Amelie. "Well, the Imperator enjoys... hm. I guess we will find out?" She looks to Wren with some quiet amusement, but not at the Setite's expense. "I'm afraid you picked a quiet night for your debut, but perhaps that is a good thing. Perhaps I will let you get acquainted with the Herald while I kick things off? I would like to engage you further later, if you will oblige."

Madeline smiles and nods to the Nos "Nino" she replies and doesnt seem to mind Nino's touch to her property, this time

"I never mind my own business," Ed says to Nino in return, smile stretching from ear to ear and showing off an excess of teeth. "That's why they made me the fucking Sheriff."

Lips pursed, Hassam eyes Wren's display and gives a low chuckle before reaching up to take a stack of post-its. Apparently he is game! The Middle Eastern man folds one leg over the other and leans back, content to wait on the rules before scribbling away and slapping post-its on people. He turns to watch the Nosferatu for a moment, then returns his attention to Wren. Because with that suit, it's really hard not to. At mention of the Herald from Colombe, Hassam rises from where he's seated and glances about. Apparently he too is looking forward to such a meeting.

Angelica looks up to see Nino starts in their direction. She watches as he walks and talks and then when he drags his knuckles along her head. Angie purses her lips in amusement before she bows her head in respect. "Good evening Primogen.." Her eye then look back to Madeline and then to Colombe as the event is about to start

Amelie nods, "The Imperium is quite an accomplishment. Not seen really outside of Europe. Have you been to Europe before, Wren?" She smiles to the flamboyant Setite. She notices Hassam and waves to him and curtsies his direction. "Monsieur al-Jahani, I presume?" And rises.

Nino treks his way toward Hassam and he gets way into his personal space, trying to get a good look at the newcomers eyes, "Eh..." is all that he says.

Ambrosia collects a stack of post-its in passing and keeps half while offering the other half to Ed beside her. Her gaze momentarily follows Nino as he moves passed the Rose couch and onward toward Hassam, then she's turning her attention to Colombe.

Silvana quietly watches and seems to find something amusing as she watches Nino a bit.

Colombe speaks authoritatively from where she stands. "Tonight we are playing a popular parlour game called 'Who Am I?'. The theme is 'Celebrities --- Scandalous or Pure'. Players write on a post-it the name of someone, currently alive or historical, who is either famously scandalous or famously pure." A pause. She gives Nino a passing glance. "Then, with permission of another player, without revealing the name on the post-it, stick it on their back or, if they are game, to their forehead." She looks at the gathering at large. "You may being at any time."

With a curtsy as if wearing a dress but instead using the flaired pants leggings to Colombe "Oh my! Do not allow me to interupt you in your duties. Just your time thus far this evening has been a pleasure. I shall step aside and learn more about my fellow dancers in the night." before Wren nods to Amelie "Very little I am afraid. You see.. My Clan has a hit or miss reputation in some parts of Europe. In some places they treat us like crazed cultists. Forgetting that we were the heart of the trade networks that brought the wonders of the East to the West. That not everyone is stamped out of a Clan mold. Truly a shame. I do love Amsterdam. I want to see more of Paris."

Ed watches at Nino moves off, then snorts loudly. The offered post-its from Ambrosia and waved off with the use of a long fingered hand. "Naw. Not tonight. I've got too much shit to work on."

Madeline laughs warmly at Colombe's glance to Nino

Io doesn't take post-its tonight. She is watching though. Curious to see what happens.

Mikael grins at Colombe's directions and takes a post it note. After thinking for a moment he glances to his right, to Madeline, and then smiles slowly as he writes something.

"I am." Hassam bows at the waist with a hand on his breast to Amelie. "And that would make you the Herald: Ms. Renoir?" He looks like he's going to say more, and probably would, but then there's a Nino in his face. The Middle Eastern man blinks and peers at Nino with curiosity and a little irritability as he takes a step back... then there's the 'eh' and Hassam's left confused. Oh well. Colombe gives the game instructions and he listens politely before turning back to Amelie with an apologetic smile. "Yes, I am Hassam al-Jahani. Banu Haqim. It is a pleasure to finally meet you."

Madeline chuckles at Mikael's look and shakes her head "oh dear"

Nino stares thoughtfully down at Hassam's stomach and then slowly back up to his eyes as he points an overly-long and gnarled finger at his midsection, "That's in style now, according to the Roses. Banu...Haquim." he licks idly at an overextended fang as he moves on, "Bit twitchy."

Colombe takes a stack of post-its and a marker. She quietly writes something down, and looks to join Ambrosia, Ed and company. On the way, she looks to the second floor overlook, and beckons Silvana and Zago. "Come, join us. It will be fun."

Ed gives Ambrosia a pat on the shoulder, then starts to head for the secure elevator. "Good night all. Enjoy your game." A long fingers is pointed at Wren, as she moves past the Setite. "Behave," she tells them, then off she goes.

Heathen scribbles a name on the post it and rises up to consider the room. Slapping Mikael's back with his post it.

Wren clutches their pearls and gasps at Ed "I always behave. It's just HOW I behave that matters." then makes an mrowr sound and claws the air in Ed's direction like a cat.

Mikael stiffens at the unexpected slap on his back and turns to smirk at Heathen. He glances back to Madeline then and politely affixes the self it to her forehead. "Now, do not look into a mirror, oui?"

Ed pauses just long enough to flip the bird in Wren's direction, before stepping into the elevator.

Ambrosia offers Ed a grin and watches the Nosferatu depart before she glances down toward her post-it. A quick scribble and then she is peeling the slip from the pack and making an immediate bee-line for Colombe. "Hello, Love. Don't move a MUSCLE." The post-it note is set between the Keeper's shoulder blades, if allowed.

Madeline watches Heathen afix the note to Mikael's back then.. he moves to put it on her .. forehead? Eyebrows arch and the Elder smirks a little dangerously as she says something softly to the young man

Nino trails after the Sheriff, in no hurry to catch up. "I'll not disrupt your event further Keeper, my work here is done." he inclines his head to her, offering a rancid smile before waving lightly to the room, "Oh... I'm telling the prince that you all stole those post-it notes out of the quartermasters desk. Good night."

Silvana lightly taps her pen as she seems to be thinking on what to write as she watches.

Madeline laughs and lifts a hand to Nino, blinking and looking at what she can see of the note on her head "Mikael.. we're going to ahve a conversation later"

Wren takes a moment to think then scribbling on the post-it note provided before giving Amelie a winning smile and turning to the Assamite "Mister al-Jahani, may I place this post-it note on your back? I promise no bad touching will occur." Wren wiggles their eyebrow again bringing into question what sort of bad touch might be referenced.

Nino vanishes before reaching the stairs, out of sight and out of mind.

Heathen smikrs, and speaks up and and asks Wren... "What if he wants some bad touching?"

Colombe's eyes warm as Ambrosia tags her, and she smiles to the Malkavian. She quietly offers to tag her back, and replies, "Delightful. Now, tell me Primogen, am I Pure?"

Mikael grabs the post it note off Madeline's forehead and switches it to her back, "You are a wonderful and beautiful Mademoiselle, but you are not to be trusted." He smiles brightly then.

Hassam glances over at Wren and gives a pleasant smile. "I have no such fears that you would take any undue advantages of my person. Your clan may have a reputation for certain excesses. So does mine. So it stands to reason that any unacceptable touching on my person might lead to unacceptable touching of your person. Off Elysium grounds of course," the Assamite replies, his smile still in place. Nonetheless, the Middle Eastern man turns his back to Wren, offering it up to be post-it noted.

Mikael rises from the couch, saying to Heathen, "You need to get a name, mon amie." He starts to walk around so that he can get in on the game. He pauses to give a bow to Colombe.

Heathen gets up to move around, and check out the other people with names.

Placing the sticky note on Hassam's back Wren laughs with delight "See it is wonderful to know where one stands." before winking over at Heathen "I always negotiate exactly how bad of a touch someone wants. Surprised vampires tend to be bitey vampires and not in the fun way."

Madeline sighs with a smile and rises to join the game

Ambrosia offers Colombe a smile that is wide and toothy though without any sign of fangs. She points toward her forehead when Colombe offers to tag her back. "Pure? Honey, you put on the face of purity though you are anything but..."

Heathen scratches his chin and checks the name on Colombe... "I am.. not entirely sure."

Mikael arches a brow at Ambrosia's answer, "Compared to others in similar circumstances better than most."

Madeline laughs warmly "Are there only three options?

Mikael turns around to show his back to Colombe, "The same question, Mademoiselle Keeper ~ Am I a 'pure' being?"

"So true." Colombe replies quietly to Ambrosia, her gaze warm as her eyes lift to meet hers. She lifts the fluorescent pink paper to the Malkavian's forehead, and presses slowly along the adhesive. "Am I alive?" She is very curious. She looks to Mikael, and grins. "Hmm. I think the conventional response would be 'Yes'."

Madeline looks to Mikael and nods toward Colombe "is she?"

Io rises while everyone is rather busy, and she slips quietly toward the stairs to make a quiet exit.

Ambrosia's gaze flicks toward Mikael and she offers a blank stare before refocusing on Colombe. Her ice-blue eyes cross as the post-it is stuck. "No. You are dead though only for a few years. That's my only hint."

Heathen tsk tsk tsks at Colombe's question, and hums the funeral march

Madeline glances at Ambrosia "you are also dead but, for much longer"

With the post-it on his back, Hassam turns about and scribbles something on a note of his own before affixing it to Wren's back, making sure it will stick to whatever the hell that gold monstrosity is made of. "Your candor and restraint are appreciated," he states wryly.

Mikael leans over and whispers something to Madeline=Madame Barbara Bush was the wife of President George Bush and she died a few years ago.

Wren laughs with delight "Normally I'd make a quip about restraints but I do try. I find that being me is a wonderful thing and try to avoid things that would result in not being me anymore." as she winks at Hassam "But to the game. I think the fair Keeper has a good first question. Am I alive?"

Madeline chuckles and looks at Colombe "so.. what about me then, dear Keeper?"

Silvana looks to see who doesn't have something on their back and for now watches people playing with a smile.

Ambrosia's gaze lands on Madeline and she immediately blurts, "Please tell me I'm not pure. Or... am I? I already want to guess." Her crooked grin lingers on her face even as her gaze moves on to Wren and Hassam. "Stanley's first horror production should be a romance about those two."

Heathen scoots over tocheck out Wren's label. "Dead as a Doornail."

"Madeline, you are dead. And sadly so." Colombe grins, replying to the Emeritus.

Madeline says, “have been for centuries cheri, its not so bad" she winks”

Mikael thinks on Colombe's answer and then repeats hers, looking to the others around him, "Am I alive?"

Colombe looks to Wren and Hassam at Ambrosia's prompting and coughs, perhaps to cover up an inappropriate laugh. "Would that not be his second horror production?"

Madeline smiles and asks generally "very well then, I am dead.. but am I pure?

Hassam confirms Heathen's assertion. "You are quite dead," he states to Wren. "Same question. Do I live? Because I am almost certain you chose someone scandalous for me," he says with a melodramatic sigh to the flamboyant Setite.

Putting a hand to their forehead they lean dramaticly, not ON Hassam of course, but near enough to complete the romance novel cover look before blowing a kiss at Ambrosia. Before straightening up, at least physicly, and smiling at Hassam "Yes, alive and kicking. For me am I male, female or other?"

Zago says, “So far, so good. The spat between Ed and Nino. What was that about, do you think?”

Colombe replies, "You are pure defiance, but the media painted you a villain, dear Ambrosia." As she moves, her post-it falls, and she accidentally sees who she is. "Barbara was my favourite Bush. She was quite fun at parties. Unless you mean Barbara Jr. Total snob, tasted faintly of apple cider vinegar."

"There's no beating around you..." Ambrosia purrs once Colombe's post-it falls and is revealed. She quickly scribbles a new one and leans in to ploink it on the Keeper's forehead. "The media painted me as the villain... was I English and royalty at one point?"

Mikael glances to Ambrosia's back and arches a brow and then chuckles as he hears Colombe and nods his head, "You are the leader of this game for a reason, non?"

"Not English, but Dutch." Colombe offers to Ambrosia, with a grin. "Though you were known to pretend to a much more exotic throne."

Madeline smiles as she watches the game and peers at each person's note

Colombe looks to Mikael, meanwhile, giving the ghoul a sly grin. "How did I fare this time? Pure or scandalous?"

Hassam looks to Wren and nods to himself. "You are a woman," he states. "I assume I too am a woman? The attributes of 'pure' and 'scandalous' are often attributed to the fairer sex," the Assamite muses. "So if I am to assume I am a scandalous woman, and I /know/ that I am alive," let me narrow it further by asking if I am still mired in scandal or have I outlived the worst of it?"

Mikael says, “So I am no longer alive... but am I male or female?" He smiles at Colombe and waggles his eyebrows, "That would depend on how one looked at things. While pure there is still scandal of a sort."”

Madeline glances at Colombe "Some scandals are not of the person's making but of the men surrounding her" giving several clues

Ambrosia's eyes cross again before she asks Colombe and Madeline, "Was I alive during World War 2?" Her gaze flicks between Mikael and Madeline, grin widening.

Wren widens their eyes with a grin "Oh no. You are a man and scandal haunts his name and brought all his works to naught." before laughing and asking "Alright a dead woman.. Pure or Scandelous?"

Amelie checks her phone and the looks between Hassam and Wren. "Pardon moi, I'm afraid that I must go attend to some manner of business. I do hope perhaps to meet you both tomorrow night, when it is a little less...busy. You can get my contact information here from security." She waves to all, "Bon Soir, everyone! Keeper, what a fantastic game! Tres bon!" She then exits to the Secure Elevator.

"Am I known for tragedy?" Colombe asks Madeline, lightly. "And, be honest. Would you invite me to a party?" She looks between those gathered. And inclines her head to Amelie. "Goodnight, Herald."

Madeline blows Amelie a kiss "walk safely in the night cheri

Mikael looks to Ambrosia and tries to not waggle his eyesbrows, "Non, you were not alive then."

Madeline turns back to Colombe "quite"

Colombe grins, to Ambrosia, "I'm afraid you didn't make it past the first." A quiet grin.

Mikael looks to Colombe and nods his head enthusiastically, "Indeed Mademoiselle, and you would find every male in the room would ask to be on your dance card. Indeed they would fight for the chance no doubt."

"Am I a man or a woman?" Ambrosia's gaze darts between Mikael and Colombe as she reaches up and starts to tug feverishly at her hair. "I am dutch. The media wasn't kind to me. I didn't make it passed the first World War..."

Zago says, “I'm feeling the FOMO pretty bad now. Sorry, we came all the way out here, I hope you're not too disappointed.”

"You were a woman." Colombe replies. "Famous for your risqué stage acts, and executed by firing squad for allegedly being a spy." She smiles to Mikael. "Could I sing?"

Mikael turns to look to Ambrosia, "You are very much a female. The media was not kind but you still had your supporters or perhaps more like admirers."

Madeline laughs softly "All I've garnered thsu far is I am dead and it is quite a pitty or so it seems"

Silvana lightly puts her hand on Zago's back as she speaks with him.

Mikael smiles warmly to Madeline, "You were not only pure but inspirational to everyone so indeed it is a pity for the world that you are no longer around."

Madeline hmm's curiously at that "how long have I been dead then?"

Zago will stand along with Silvana and head out, politely waving to anyone who acknowledges his departure, if there are any.

Silvana steps away from the Second Floor Overlook.

Zago steps away from the Second Floor Overlook.

Colombe adds, for Madeline. "About two decades ago. After which, you were canonized, by the Catholic church."

Silvana smiles and gives little waves as she heads out with Zago.

Silvana moves to Emerald Plaza - Gallery

Madeline says, “hmm.. dead, pure and now Catholic. I will admit I do not follow the church as a habit" then laughs "was I a nun of some sort?'”

"I would never spy on anyone... though I do love to striptease. Mata Hari?" Ambrosia's hand moves toward her forehead but pauses as she glances toward Colombe for a response. "What if I'm wrong?"

Mikael nods his head to Madeline and smiles brightly, "Oui, you were a very famous nun. I am certain that you know the name but you just have to think."

Madeline chuckles "Then I am Mother Teresa non?

"You're both right!" Colombe is delighted to inform Ambrosia and Madeline.

Madeline takes the note off of her forehead and chuckles "bless you my childe" she says, kissing Mikael's cheek and tucking hte note down the back of his shirt with a wink

Ambrosia's smile returns, still curved though a hint of relief flashes over her features before she peels the post-it note off. "Any more questions about yourself, Keeper?"

Hassam watches Amelie depart, bowing once in her direction, then brings his attention back to Wren. "Alright. So I live... and I assume I am a scandalous woman, though I could be wrong there. How recently have I been mired in scandal," the Assamite repeats, stroking his beard.

Mikael claps his hands together and nods as Colombe answers, "Bravo!" He chuckles then and bows to Madeline, "Merci, Sister." He glances around then to see who is still in the contest and then taps his back, "So, who will answer if I am a male or female who is dead?"

Mikael shakes his head at Hassam and grins, "I believe you are male, Monsieur."

Wren widens their eyes with a grin at Hassam "Oh no. You are a man and scandal haunts his name and brought all his works to naught. And the scandals truly came to light in the last 20 years." before laughing and asking "Alright so I am a dead woman.. Pure or Scandelous?"

Madeline glances at her phone with a smile "Ah, duty calls" she steps over to Colombe and kisses her cheek, careful not to disturb her note "thank you mon ami this was a very nice diversion. Do say hello to Paris" she winks , giving one last hint

"You are not a woman, in fact, a lot of women don't like you very much." Colombe offers to Hassam. She grins to the Banu Haqim. She looks to Ambrosia. "I am pure, but associated with tragic scandal, due to the men surrounding me. And apparently very attractive or charming. Hm. Am I dead?"

Ambrosia inclines her head toward Madeline as the Elder departs, then refocuses her gaze on Colombe. "For a very long time, yes."

Blinking, Hassam thinks a moment and strokes his chin. "Am I a politician," he wonders. He looks between Wren and Colombe with a smile before turning his attention back to the gold decked Setite. "Mmm... definitely scandalous, though not without a pure heart I suppose."

Colombe offers to Wren, as well. "A lovely, scandal-ridden, tragedy."

Mikael also nods his head gravely at Colombe for both answers.

"Hm." Colombe considers. "Was I a Queen?"

Wren hmms softly but answers Hassam "No, an iconic and very prolific entertainer." before asking "Hmm, was I married to royalty?"

Mikael smile grows and he nods to Colombe, "Oui, you were."

"Yes you were." Ambrosia answers Colombe quickly before turning her attention toward Wren and Hassam again. The goth crumples up the post-it in her hand and holds it out for Colombe's servant, Pierre. Something makes a chime sound in her purse and she reaches in to retrieve her smartphone which she stares at before tap-tap-tapping some sort of reply.

"French or English?" Colombe wants to get it right.

Shaking his head, Hassam remarks to Wren, "No. You married multiple times, but not to royalty." The Assamite ponders a moment before adding his next guess. "Am I a musician primarily?" He seems to be somewhat stumped, but open to contemplating his character.

"Neither." Ambrosia's ice-blue gaze finds Colombe again as she tucks her phone back into her purse. "England wasn't even a country when you were around, Honeybear."

Mikael says, “You lived in a truly romantic time when Gods still heavily affected the lives of men.”

With an ooo Wren comments "While having put out albums what you're known for is your acting and comedy." before thinking about their own character "Was mine a singer?"

"Oh." Colombe was sure she had was on the correct track, but now. She considers. "Egyptian or Greek?"

"Not primarily," Hassam admits to Wren. "Mostly an actress, though one of your most infamous scandals does involve some singing," he offers. "Am I Bill Cosby?" The guess is made with something of a wince, as if it were a disgusting thought.

"Yes or no, lover." Ambrosia pouts her lips at Colombe before she holds up a finger. "Wait. No first. Yes second."

Ramona comes in late, Lucky on her shoulder. Way late. She's never THIS late. But she slips in quietly and moves to some place inconspicuous

Mikael chuckles as he can spot the look in Colombe's eyes as pieces are falling into place for her. His head turns and he grins over at Hassam.

Colombe puts up her arms in prospective victory. "Cleopatra?"

Mikael shakes his head, "Not Egypt, Mademoiselle, /Greece/."

"You are most definitely Bill Cosby." Colombe gives Hassam a sort of quiet grin

Ambrosia shakes her head, "Cleopatra is Egyptian, which was a 'No' if you asked. So close!" Mikael receives a nod.

With a laugh Wren finger gun points at Hassam before making a bad impression of the Fat Albert iconic line "HEY HEY HEY. You are correct!" before they remove the post-it from Hassam's back giving it to them. "Actress, dead, scandelous but a heart of gold. When did they die?"

Mikael adds quietly and he winks at Ambrosia, "And Cleopatra would have been said to not hold a candle to you."

"Despite ruling the Ptolemaic Kingdom of Egypt, Cleopatra was not ethnically Egyptian, rather, her family lineage traces back to Greece." Colombe imparts these completely useful facts as only a Ventrue can, then can't help but laugh at Wren. "But I see I shot myself in the foot there, so that's on me." She considers. "There are so many bad-ass Greek beauties."

"That," Hassam chastises Wren with a cluck of his tongue, "is not a yes or no question. But I will be charitable," he muses, glancing at the post-it that has his rapey moniker upon it. "You died young, during the 1960's I believe?" He thinks so as he strokes his beard again in thought. "I admit, I never was good with dates."

Mikael holds up a finger to Colombe, "Oui, but there was only one /you/."

"Was I real or mythical?" Colombe is really thinking. She will get this.

"That answer will change depending on which tale you ask, though you are most well known from a great poem... and with that, I have to go. Text me if you get it?" Ambrosia offers Colombe an apologetic look before she inclines her head to the others. Her purse begins to chime more as her phone goes wild during her walk toward the exit.

"Go in safety, Primogen." Colombe offers with a grin.

Mikael nods his head at Ambrosia as she answers and then tells her, "I hope that the eve finds you well, Mademoiselle Primogen."

"Wait. Am I Helen of Troy?" Colombe gets a burst of inspiration, just as Ambrosia is heading out. Not the first time she thought she got it, but still her confidence is good.

Mikael gives Colombe a bow, "Indeed you are, Mademoiselle Keeper. The Queen of Sparta with a face that launched a thousand ships."

Ramona has had a little time to assess what's going on and she pushes off the wall where she stands to meander in closer. Lucky, as usual, is using her as a jungle gym, crawling all around, diving into a pocket, down the neck of her shirt, only to appear out the arm hole, just generally being fucking adorable

"And you were a great warrior for a noble cause. Also a saint, like Madeline, actually." Colombe gives Mikael a chance to win a little.

Mikael says, “So a female? When did I live?”

"The 16th century. A French peasant girl from Orleans." Colombe adds a bit more.

Wren sighs "I must depart so the win is yours Hassam my friend." doffing their Fedora Wren smiles "Good night one and all! It was a pleasure to meet you all!" before departing stage left persued by a bear. (No bears involved)

Mikael says, “From France then? Was I a Queen or Regent? Royalty at all or peasant?”

"Peasant girl turned heroine --- you fought for a righteous cause." Colombe clarifies.

Mikael thinks for a few minutes about the clues and then smiles slowly at Colombe, "This is one of the most famous and perhaps I am wrong, but could it be the Maid of Orleans, Joan of Arc?"

Inclining his head to those gathered, Hassam states, "Thank you for a most diverting evening, Keeper. I fear I must depart now, but I have enjoyed myself tonight. Good night, my friends." The Assamite bows out, and the fact that he's following RIGHT after the Setite after implying he might harm or kill said Setite is, of course, a coincidence.

Mikael turns to give a nod to both Wren (who I missed) and Hassam, "May the rest of the eve find you well."

Colombe chucks Mikael in the shoulder. "Well done, M. Rousseau." She looks to Hassam, and offers him a slightly dark look as he follows so swiftly after her future party planner. Set or no, she can look past a few things. Maybe.

"Thank you all for coming." Colombe adds. This was graciously delivered. "It was a lovely evening."

Mikael gives Colombe a smile and a bow, "Merci for the evening."