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[VladGrimme]

Vlad smiles and replies," Speaking of purchases where are those intellect augmenters i purchased from you at lugosi's gathering a few cycles ago. I would hate to think you renegged on a deal." Vlad seems nonchalant about the threats

[Dr. Ashleigh Connors]

"Not at all.  I've just had a back log of emergency orders to fulfill, thanks to the incident last cycle with the nullification orb.  Also you haven't been around to apologize to directly.  Over the phone is so impersonal, don't you think?  According to production, they'll be in shipping at the end of next week. 

Anything else?"

[VladGrimme]

Vlad smiles,"That will be all master craftman. Ladies have a lovely night don't let the bug beds bite." he makes a snapping motion and begins dispersing into a blood mist

[Darla Coyle]

Darla crosses her arms, smirking slightly as Vlad leaves. She then turns to Mercy. "You'll have to excuse Vlad. He gets too carried away sometimes, but it is his nature... I suppose." She almost rolls her eyes, but then simply shakes her head.

[Cody Capulet-Kane]

A red headed young woman in her early twenties is leaning against a building, eating an apple. She is dressed casually, a pair of navy blue cargo pants and a gray tank with a pair of running shoes. Her hair is loose on her shoulders and her arms are lightly muscled.

“Carried away, Darla? I’d say that his ‘getting carried away’ is an understatement.” She bites into her apple again.

The Citadel shrugs and pushes off the wall she’s currently leaning against and walks, non-threateningly, towards the group, in specific the new comer. “Girl, you won’t be hurt, so long as you stay here in the Bazaar. Doc Connors over there makes sure that there won’t be any fighting here. He likes his commerce.” She grins.

[JasonNightcaster]

A red headed young woman in her early twenties is leaning against a building, eating an apple. She is dressed casually, a pair of navy blue cargo pants and a gray tank with a pair of running shoes. Her hair is loose on her shoulders and her arms are lightly muscled.

“Carried away, Darla? I’d say that his ‘getting carried away’ is an understatement.” She bites into her apple again.

The Citadel shrugs and pushes off the wall she’s currently leaning against and walks, non-threateningly, towards the group, in specific the new comer. “Girl, you won’t be hurt, so long as you stay here in the Bazaar. Doc Connors over there makes sure that there won’t be any fighting here. He likes his commerce.” She grins.

Closely following the red-head is a young man in his mid 20's, well built, wearing jeans, a tan sweater and black combat boots. His smile doesn't quite reach his eyes and seems a bit forced. Briefly touching the red-head's shoulder he whispers in her ear (see PM) but otherwise stays silent.

[Kate]

Again, Mercy's eye's dart back and forth as the verbal tennis match continues. She seems curious but not afraid and nod politely to the red-head as she approaches. She puts her wrist to her forhead and mumbles something to herself about fever dreams before gently placing her hand in Echo's proffered one. She gestures with her other hand in the direction Vlad disappeared and motions vaguely, "I'm happy to come with you, so long as I'm welcome and... and we're not going the way he did."

[Dr. Ashleigh Connors]

Vlad gone, Ashleigh's cold and serious mien falls on Darla.  "Councilor Coyle, do existence a favor.  Show some backbone.  Live up to the heritage of the previous leadership of your storied house, and get a muzzle on your more chaotic elements.  If you don't, someone else is going to do it for you, and it won't be nearly as peaceable."

Turning on his heels, he rotates back to Mercy and Gabrielle.  The chill in his manner melts away immediately, and he smiles warmly.  "Mercy, we won't be going anywhere near it.  I promise.  I'm sorry you had to go through that so soon on arrival.  But Cody, over there is very right.  I don't tolerate shit attitudes in my establishments, unless that's what they were designed to cater to.

Gabrielle, and I, were just about to take in a spot of lunch.  Mercy, what's your favorite thing to eat in the whole wide world?"

[wcshoe]

"Mercy, what's your favorite thing to eat in the whole wide world?"

The otter seems suddenly very attentive, as though this answer could change the direction of her life to come...

[Kate]

Mercy bites her lip and seems to be thinking back a long way. A whimsical smile crosses her lips as she says, "Cupcakes! Or... well I've never actually eaten a cupcake but I saw a picture of one once and it looked amazing! And... well I guess it's kind of an old world luxury... but... I think it would have been my favorite..." She trails off lamely and looks a bit embarrassed as she looks from person to person to... otter.

[Dr. Ashleigh Connors]

"Ok cupcakes.  Lessee Pi a'la mode is closed while the owner is on vacation.  Also our party here, presuming we're all going is a little large for that place. 
Oh, I've got it!  We'll go to Know Good.  It's a nice diner down the way, done up in Jersey style.  They have a good onsite bakery, and everyone else here can get whatever they want, my treat.  Sound good?"

[Echo Gamin]

 "Of course you're welcome. We wouldn't have it any other way. And we can start filling in some of the blanks for you." Gabrielle smiles encouragingly at Mercy but appears suddenly distracted by the arrival of Jason and Cody. Her face flickers with concern for a moment, but she smiles at Jason. "Hey Councilor."

[Kate]

Mercy seems to perk up at the idea of actually eating a cupcake. Her moods have thus far had noticeable highs and lows over very short spans of time. She is about to skip off happily in the direction indicated when she stops short and looks over everyone again solemnly. "Oh dear, I seem to have forgotten your names... How terribly rude of me."

[Cody Capulet-Kane]

Cody closes her eyes and leans back into Jason for a brief moment. It is fleeting as she refocuses on the group.

Smiling broadly, “Wouldn’t mind some fries, ifin you’all don’t mind me bein’ a tag-a-long. I just showed up since Vlad was doin’ his creepy thing and I didn’t want a fight to break out, regardless of your wards, Doc.”

[wcshoe]

"I will go as well. I have never been there."