Log:Interview with a Vampire

Don't Count Me Out Yet 2008/05/08 	 Dorian Regan Halycon Narosia Joseph 1

Don't Count Me Out Yet, Scene 1
Nicolai Winters: She's an attractive young albino girl, aged about sixteen, but with the poise and composure of an older person. She is wearing a light blue jacket, white blouse, ankle length dark green pleated skirt, and sensible rather than fashionable leather shoes.

The smell of fresh coffee is the first thing that assails you. The next is the very old style. It seems the owner has gone for the Edwardian style from early last century. Lots of imitation wood panelling and prints of old English countryside. There are many partitions between the tables, affording some privacy and the sound seems hushed in the room, this has been achieved mainly through very good design, which muffles sounds. At the counter service is quite quick and cheery, conveying a welcoming and friendly attitude. The menu boasts the fact that for a little extra real coffee is served along with light hot and cold meals and snacks. All in all a pleasant place to pass a bit of time.

Nicolai Winters enters the coffee shop wearing a full length hooded robe with the hood pulled forward over the face and robes wrapped fully around her on arrival. Pushing her hood back she looks over at Dorian and waits to see if she is recognized.

Regan nods slightly. "Well, yes, I can imagine they might have some strong opinions on the matter."

Dorian glances over at the door as Nicolai walks in, and freezes, staring for a long moment. "Huh."

Regan glances in the direction in which Dorian is gawking, her lips pursing momentarily into a thoughtful moue before turning her attention back to Halcyon. "Do you mind if I ask how old you are?"

Joseph notices Dorian's gaze and then follows it. He seems surprised to see the albino young woman in the robe.

Nicolai Winters says, "We had a deal. I stayed in Stronghold and you heroes watched over my people in Harrisburg. Well, Spirit, it's time you and yours started living up to that deal."

Halcyon appears to grin, and an image forms on the table, a circle surrounding 'XVI'.

Dorian raises a brow, "What do you mean, Nikki?" His voice is even, without much inflection.

Regan's lips purse slightly and she nods. "So you're still very much in school I take it?" She lowers her voice, her question trailing softly into silence as it seems the grown-ups might be discussing something important.

Halcyon's reply comes regardless, paying little attention if any to what happens beyond Regan at the moment. 'Home-school due to deafness' and trailing that, in very small font 'and disruptive powers'.

Narosia passes the coffee shop door, books arranged sideways so their corners poke her hipbone. Drawing close to the group of heroes, she offers those known a faint definate smile.

Nicolai Winters looks angry. "First the Horde. That wasn't the fault of your people. That was City Hall not taking action. I don't blame you for that. Since you and yours drove the Horde from Harrisburg, and I thank you for that, there's been nothing done to rebuild the district. Again that isn't your doing. But in Stronghold villains come in and bring news with them. Somebody is hiring villains and the word being passed around is the job is taking place in Harrisburg, Colonial Bay."

Joseph watches the young woman for a moment and then nods. He looks over at Dorian and murmurs softly. "A dwarf named Morlock hired someone to destroy property records concerning Harrisburg. It may be connected to what the young lady is speaking about."

Dorian glances to Joseph, and nods slowly...then looks back to Nicky. "I see. First I've heard of it. Any idea what villains might want there?"

Regan nods slightly, letting her voice drop lower. "That makes sense, have they made any effort to obtain training for you to develop your powers further and establish greater control over them?"

Regan's eyes flicker back and forth following the ebb and flow of the conversation though she shows no sign of recognising either the newcomer of any of the allusions being made.

Nicolai Winters shakes her head. "For some reason the villains I spoke to are reluctant to talk. Unfortunately I'm limited in what I can do while in Stronghold." She loses a little of the anger and seems almost despairing, "They may be just Harrisburg garbage to City Hall but they're my people. They have been loyal to me. I have a responsibility towards them. Dorian, please, help them."

Halcyon on the other hand waves in greeting to Narosia, enthusiastic. Attention is given to Regan, and words on the table are replaced by others: 'Not really. Hard to find people who have experience and the time. I've been learning on my own too, like most people.'

Dorian says relatively quietly, as he realizes that the group doesn't know who Nicky is, "Uh...pardon the lack of an introduction. This is Nicky Winters. Former... ruler of the city. Former resident of Harrisburg, as well." He looks back to Nicky, and nods, "I'll do what I can. I think you know me well enough to know that I don't think of the people there as 'garbage'. I helped out fighting the Horde."

Joseph looks over to Narosia and smiles at her. He holds out a hand in greeting to her.

Narosia blinks, ripple of understanding replacing the quizzical but brainless listening to the most heated conversation. "Excuse me," She asks softly, "You talk of the murders?"

Regan nods slightly and looks to the young woman in the doorway. Her lips purse thoughtfully as she explains her predicament, her eyes lifting. "There is noone who would simiss the needs of others so blithely."

Nicolai Winters nods, "Thank you. You I can trust. Like Dancing Coyete. Speak to Mary at the Clinic if you need to contact me." Pulling up the hood she departs.