[Kristiana Coleman] Her eyes get the size of dinner plates, and she freezes in Katherine's gaze for a moment before nodding vigorously. "Yes Ma'am." Hopping to her feet, she gnaws at her bottom lip for a moment" Kristiana Coleman. It's very nice to meet you, Ma'am." Not that she has any idea who the woman is...
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget has seen Katherine once, maybe twice before. One would be the night of the eclipse. Since then, Bridget's started to make a bit of a name for herself. Kristiana tenses at the presence of all that Divine Rage, the perfect sculpted splendor that is Truth's Meridian. Maybe she should have taken up that joint, after all.
The bumpkin mountain girl, the Albertan Fianna kin of equally strong breeding as the kinswoman beside her, the Queen before her. Bridget blinks a few times, her normally fierce, wild eyes glazed over a bit.
Howard was the conversation, now it has diverted to Kristiana, her Sister in spirit. Bridget only wishes she could be so composed, in-control. She wishes she had an answer for her question. A better question would be: Why are you drawn to two opposite men you don't intend to be mated to?
Bridget simply looks down and hands over the joint to the Ragabash.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She takes it back and takes another hit before passing it back over, giving Bridget a "what's this about" expression.
[Bridget Geroux] If Bridget was alone with Kristiana, there might be some gossip. If Cordelia was there, there would definitely be. So far, she's seen Sarita twice as well. Bridget takes back the joint and takes another hit. She has a mind to offer it to the Lady before them, and merely looks at her from her seated position, holding it out but not outstretched.
If the daughter of Falcon wanted to take the joint, she could very well. Otherwise, she could turn her nose at it if she wanted to. As for Sarita's look, Bridget pretends not to notice.
[Katherine Bellamonte] The Silver Fang, as the Strider knows very well is such already, as Katherine can detect what she is in return, though perhaps not as strongly, takes a moment to unbutton her hooded coat and slide it off. Beneath it; the young woman's [for she seemed, in body, no older than perhaps twenty-two or three] wore a very fine silk blouse in warm peach, paired with jeans and knee high boots. They had zippers running along one edge, and the heel made her already impressive height more so again.
She takes a moment; then returns Sarita's greeting with a head-tilt, a little smile bewitching her lips.
"Oh, bonjour indeed, how sweetly short an introduction you give, stranger. Allow me to present my own self, though pardon me if I do run on with things." Her attention deserts the Cliath in favor of the Kinswoman. Her attention quite fierce, but without reproach.
Presently.
"I am Katherine Isabella D'Albret Bellamonte, daughter of the House of Bellamonte, of the House of Wyrmfoe, and also by lieu of my good maman jointly a child of the House of Gleaming Eye. I am known as Truth's Meridian, Honor's Compass, Fostern Philodox to the Unbroken and Silver Fang tribe and I am your Elder in this city. I am also the Master of Challenges, and the Elder for all Philodox within city walls."
A beat; she sighs with delicate charm.
"So much to get through at first meetings. Now," she says, swatting the air before Kristiana playfully. "You arrived, when? And to whom are your House loyalties? I wish to know all about your time so far in the city. Do you have concerns? What do you desire to know of myself?"
She sits, then. Crossing long legs and folding her hands in her lap with an air of expectancy.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Right. Hi. I'm Sarita. You're busy, so we'll do intros later." She gets up, brushing herself off, and nods to Bridget before heading toward the door, off to the bathroom.
[Katherine Bellamonte] The daughter of Falcon raises an eyebrow at the joint, and politely defers. The Silent Strider departs, and the Fostern's eyes travel with her for a moment, she can feel the pressure between her shoulder blades before it slides away, back to those before her.
[Kristiana Coleman] "Oh." Oddly enough, she seems less nervous upon finding out who the woman is, but her posture and manners remain firmly intact. "I arrived just before Christmas. You no doubt spoke with our representative before my arrival, as my family did not wish to have me arrive unannounced. I have no concerns with my time in the city, and have found everyone to be very hospitable." Some more than others....
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget takes note and politely shuffles off towards the bathroom after the Silent Strider. There is some Tribal thing going on here, and as fascinating as it is.... this is NOT Bridget's cup of tea.
[Asha Singh] The door downstairs opens and shuts. Whoever is coming up the stairs after Katherine is now taking them in a headlong manner - heedless and fast, stomping on the risers if only for the pleasure of making some fucking noise. Katherine will sense the arrival before the others see her: a sharp, slight creature who seems to be the Frenchwoman's opposite in every way - dark skinned, black-haired, with dark wild-eyes - except for the haughtiness that seems to be carved into the bones of her face. The girl is wearing a bronze sequined dress that sends a wash of painted colors sparkling around the room and carrying something bloody in a ziplock bag.
As you do.
"Hello Kate." - says Asha, with a bracing familiarity, though her black eyes are affixed the whole time on Kristiana, as if they girl were a tasty morsel - a mouse, say, in a field - and she the raptor that stands as patron to their mad tribe.
[Kristiana Coleman] She holds her ground, though her gaze respectfully drops to the floor when Asha's eyes fix on her.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She's not in the bathroom when Bridget gets there. Probably came in just for the mirrors.
[Bridget Geroux] Damn, she mutters to herself. Bridget sighs and shuffles off to finish her joint in Room 8 and give the scary women in the common area some privacy.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Kristiana tells her that she would have spoken to her family's representative and Katherine's fair brow furrows as if she's straining to recall such an event. Whether or not she in fact had spoken to Ms Coleman's spokesman does not, in truth, appear to overly concern the Silver Fang. She is present now, and accounted for and the Half Moon; whose very one blazed in the sky outside, gifting her a more suffocating presence than ever, can update her records.
She was no Galliard; but she kept a tight ship.
This was known enough, by those of her ilk in Chicago.
"Mm," she comments, finally, a fine noise woven from her throat and runs the tip of a finger along her jawline, thoughtfully watching the girl. Asha; fierce, dark, carrying a warrior's fresh kill in a bag joins the meeting of Falcon and like the pair of her children they are; the dark and fair Garou watch their cousin with such eyes.
Such razor sharp attention.
"Asha, meet Kristiana Coleman, she is a new comer to our family in the city. Kristiana, I would have you know Asha Singh, my pack-mate and Full Moon to the Nation." The finger drops from her skin, and she settles once more. "There are others, of course, to be aware of. Some you might have met, some not. At present there only a handful of us to keep note of. Matthieu Louvel de Ponthieu, is a Galliard, known as Mirror's Whisper, there is Ivan Press, Resplendent Dusk, a Ragabash, and there is myself."
A moment, she cants her head.
"Are any of these names familiar yet to you?"
[Kristiana Coleman] Apparently, given the dark shade of red that she's currently turning. "Yes, Rhya"
[Asha Singh] "I met her before," Asha informs Katherine. Still staring at Kristiana, with the sort of fixed attention some Victorian lady might give to her collection of butterflies pinned against velvet. There is a certain lethal potential about the girl, though perhaps it arises from nothing more than her utter lack of regard for ordinary human body language. Take the staring, for instance.
"There was a very common person who was going to give her drugs, so I told him if he did I would string him up by his intestines from the Hestia. The small ones." Asha continues, with a quicksilver sort of smile, at last turning away from Kristiana to Katherine - beaming now. There is a flash of that vicious smile. "I told him I'd stuff the large ones in his mouth so he wouldn't starve to death while he hung up there." Clearly, Asha considers that a magnanimous gesture. A sort of noblesse-oblige.
"Thomas is coming up. He can introduce me when he gets here."
[Kristiana Coleman] Now she remembers Asha. Howard and Bridget and. Oops. She looks increasingly uncomfortable, forcing herself to stand absolutely still.
[Cordelia] Someone is tromping up the stairs. Surely, this must be Thomas coming up the stairs- Asha's herald. the one who gets to make with the introductions and announce her like she really deserves. Alas, when somene comes up the stairs, it's Cordelia... not Thomas. Which has to be a disappointment, because instead of someone who knows how to do introductions properly there is a tall, wispy blonde with awkward glasses and flushed cheeks.
Cordelia comes in the common room and looks from Katherine... to Asha... to Kristiana...
"... is everything alright?"
[Kristiana Coleman] (Oh thank god ;) )
"Cordie!" The relief in her voice is evident, and must have something to do with the bright maroon that she's blushing.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Now, Katherine was a quick witted creature; she was a Philodox, after all and her capacity to spot a falsehood a mile away was perhaps second only to a few notable others currently in the city area. She watches the manner the Kinswoman turns red; a clear sign of discomfort if not comprehension of her actions creeping up on her.
She is, therefore, making a study of the girl and her body language, perhaps plucking from her mind the name likely to have caused such a reaction. Asha informs her then she's met her before, and that some common person tried to issue her with drugs and she threatened to hang him up by his intestines.
She smiles; and Katherine returns it briefly, a flash of white teeth.
"Which name, Kristiana, do you know?" Cordelia comes in, and Katherine does not turn her face directly, but raises a finger to signal patience. "One moment, Cordelia. I am chatting with your Cousin." Katherine blinks, slowly.
"Do go on."
[Kristiana Coleman] She swallows hard, pulling up all of her charm school training to keep from stammering. "I am familiar with Matthieu, Rhya." Not Matthieu Rhya, not Mirror's Whisper Rhya. Just Matthieu.
[Katherine Bellamonte] [guys, do post! I'm just sending an email and then I'll have Kate respond. :) ]
[Kristiana Coleman] (I think we're kind of at a stand still until you respond, though...)
[Asha Singh] Thomas is just on Cordelia's heels. His footsteps are nearly silent, which is something important he learned in butlering school. Which is an actual school he attended. Also taught there: how to tie a cravat, how to maintain composure, a stiff upper lip while your master descends into blood and madness. How to serve tea to both harridans and tittering little girls. How to starch a collar. How to get the blood out.
So: Thomas, a handsome man, in his forties, blond hair graying at the temples, with smoke-blue eyes, a solid jaw, and a certain presence that is both solid and unobtrusive. He is wearing an excellent bespoke suit, crisp on his frame. Asha gives Cordelia a look because she can, but then retreats to Thomas' side. And nudges him.
Wisely, Thomas does not interrupt Katherine despite Asha's nudge. She whispers, sotto voce, "Why didn't you bring your stick?" And he replies, "I did not deem it appropriate."
It should be noted, Thomas' whisper is approximately 75 decibels softer than Asha's.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Some find her an intimidating creature.
Moments such as this, do shed some light on why that might be. In truth, there is nothing about how Katherine is speaking; softly, clearly, or the way she's sitting, legs neatly crossed, hands poised on her knee that suggest she means anyone present any harm whatsoever.
It's in her air, though. The charm and sophistication lend themselves to their own sort of menace, paired with those strikingly pale eyes of hers. The way they pin, much like Asha's, an individual to the spot without much effort. It simply happens, when she looks at you. She stammers, or tries very hard not to out the name of the Galliard and the Silver Fang before her nods, once.
Quite precisely.
"Very good, then. He is a noble one, Matthieu, he would guard you well. If there is nothing else that you wish to discuss with me," she raises a brow, idly, inviting. "Then I will invite my dear Thomas, and Cordelia into the conversation." It's funny, the way Katherine makes the common room suddenly feel like the welcoming chamber of a Silver Fang Court.
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget just... continues to toke up in her bedroom.
[Marni] So, she doesn't come to the Broho often. So rarely, in fact, that one of kin in the kitchen that she knows has her jaw openly FALL to see Marni when she peels off a layer or two and drapes them over her arm. There's laughter, and she is loaded up with a plate, and finally heads upstairs.
She is, after all, eating for two. (even if, at this stage, she looks like she's already eaten a rather large watermelon...)
So this is Marni: tattered jeans, with the top button undone, because there's zero chance of it buttoning around the 8.5 month swell of her belly. An oversized t-shirt, and socks that don't match. At the bottom, sturdy shoes and socks that don't match, and at the top, a mop of curls and dark eyes that twinkle with a joke no one else is privy too. She's got a coat and a sweatshirt over her arm, and a plate piled high with food in the other.
She stops at the top of the stairs to take a breath, before heading into the common's to find a seat she won't need a crane to get herself out of afterwards.
[Cordelia] So, she stands there. Steps away from Thomas and Asha and edges away. That qwoman is... intense. She inhales and puts her hands in her pockets. Cordelia is... definitely dressed down. Comfortable, yes. Glamorous? Certainly not. She pushes her glasses up again.
She watches as a pregnant woman comes up the stairs. Her brows raise, and the next thing that comes out is a half-voiced aww.
Baaaabiiiieees.
[Asha Singh] "He forgot his stick." Asha informs Katherine, and it is difficult to tell whether Asha is scandalized by the oversight or simply prefers to make a scene. "So we've got to go and get it before we can have a proper introduction. I don't think it's right otherwise. It's just not the same to clap one's hands. I like the stick. It makes a very proper rap against the floorboards. So we're going to go get it. We'll be right back!" she finishes, brightly, elbowing the poor gentleman charged with announcing her presence before she goes into rooms.
"If you are that concerned about propriety, Miss Asha - " continues Thomas, precisely, a hint of a smile cresting the corner of his mouth. "Perhaps you should not run ahead of me, but should instead allow me to precede you and announce your entrance before you have actually entered the room."
"Only - " says Asha, rather darkly. The bloody thing in the ziploc bag slaps wetly against her thigh. " - if you promise to bring it next time."
It seems that introductions must be postponed, once more. Asha goes stomping down the stairs. Thomas gives Marni a polite smile. And so on. In the end: out they go!
[Asha Singh] (must sleep darlings! night!)
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget has seen Katherine once, maybe twice before. One would be the night of the eclipse. Since then, Bridget's started to make a bit of a name for herself. Kristiana tenses at the presence of all that Divine Rage, the perfect sculpted splendor that is Truth's Meridian. Maybe she should have taken up that joint, after all.
The bumpkin mountain girl, the Albertan Fianna kin of equally strong breeding as the kinswoman beside her, the Queen before her. Bridget blinks a few times, her normally fierce, wild eyes glazed over a bit.
Howard was the conversation, now it has diverted to Kristiana, her Sister in spirit. Bridget only wishes she could be so composed, in-control. She wishes she had an answer for her question. A better question would be: Why are you drawn to two opposite men you don't intend to be mated to?
Bridget simply looks down and hands over the joint to the Ragabash.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She takes it back and takes another hit before passing it back over, giving Bridget a "what's this about" expression.
[Bridget Geroux] If Bridget was alone with Kristiana, there might be some gossip. If Cordelia was there, there would definitely be. So far, she's seen Sarita twice as well. Bridget takes back the joint and takes another hit. She has a mind to offer it to the Lady before them, and merely looks at her from her seated position, holding it out but not outstretched.
If the daughter of Falcon wanted to take the joint, she could very well. Otherwise, she could turn her nose at it if she wanted to. As for Sarita's look, Bridget pretends not to notice.
[Katherine Bellamonte] The Silver Fang, as the Strider knows very well is such already, as Katherine can detect what she is in return, though perhaps not as strongly, takes a moment to unbutton her hooded coat and slide it off. Beneath it; the young woman's [for she seemed, in body, no older than perhaps twenty-two or three] wore a very fine silk blouse in warm peach, paired with jeans and knee high boots. They had zippers running along one edge, and the heel made her already impressive height more so again.
She takes a moment; then returns Sarita's greeting with a head-tilt, a little smile bewitching her lips.
"Oh, bonjour indeed, how sweetly short an introduction you give, stranger. Allow me to present my own self, though pardon me if I do run on with things." Her attention deserts the Cliath in favor of the Kinswoman. Her attention quite fierce, but without reproach.
Presently.
"I am Katherine Isabella D'Albret Bellamonte, daughter of the House of Bellamonte, of the House of Wyrmfoe, and also by lieu of my good maman jointly a child of the House of Gleaming Eye. I am known as Truth's Meridian, Honor's Compass, Fostern Philodox to the Unbroken and Silver Fang tribe and I am your Elder in this city. I am also the Master of Challenges, and the Elder for all Philodox within city walls."
A beat; she sighs with delicate charm.
"So much to get through at first meetings. Now," she says, swatting the air before Kristiana playfully. "You arrived, when? And to whom are your House loyalties? I wish to know all about your time so far in the city. Do you have concerns? What do you desire to know of myself?"
She sits, then. Crossing long legs and folding her hands in her lap with an air of expectancy.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] "Right. Hi. I'm Sarita. You're busy, so we'll do intros later." She gets up, brushing herself off, and nods to Bridget before heading toward the door, off to the bathroom.
[Katherine Bellamonte] The daughter of Falcon raises an eyebrow at the joint, and politely defers. The Silent Strider departs, and the Fostern's eyes travel with her for a moment, she can feel the pressure between her shoulder blades before it slides away, back to those before her.
[Kristiana Coleman] "Oh." Oddly enough, she seems less nervous upon finding out who the woman is, but her posture and manners remain firmly intact. "I arrived just before Christmas. You no doubt spoke with our representative before my arrival, as my family did not wish to have me arrive unannounced. I have no concerns with my time in the city, and have found everyone to be very hospitable." Some more than others....
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget takes note and politely shuffles off towards the bathroom after the Silent Strider. There is some Tribal thing going on here, and as fascinating as it is.... this is NOT Bridget's cup of tea.
[Asha Singh] The door downstairs opens and shuts. Whoever is coming up the stairs after Katherine is now taking them in a headlong manner - heedless and fast, stomping on the risers if only for the pleasure of making some fucking noise. Katherine will sense the arrival before the others see her: a sharp, slight creature who seems to be the Frenchwoman's opposite in every way - dark skinned, black-haired, with dark wild-eyes - except for the haughtiness that seems to be carved into the bones of her face. The girl is wearing a bronze sequined dress that sends a wash of painted colors sparkling around the room and carrying something bloody in a ziplock bag.
As you do.
"Hello Kate." - says Asha, with a bracing familiarity, though her black eyes are affixed the whole time on Kristiana, as if they girl were a tasty morsel - a mouse, say, in a field - and she the raptor that stands as patron to their mad tribe.
[Kristiana Coleman] She holds her ground, though her gaze respectfully drops to the floor when Asha's eyes fix on her.
[Sarita Ecos de la Risa] She's not in the bathroom when Bridget gets there. Probably came in just for the mirrors.
[Bridget Geroux] Damn, she mutters to herself. Bridget sighs and shuffles off to finish her joint in Room 8 and give the scary women in the common area some privacy.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Kristiana tells her that she would have spoken to her family's representative and Katherine's fair brow furrows as if she's straining to recall such an event. Whether or not she in fact had spoken to Ms Coleman's spokesman does not, in truth, appear to overly concern the Silver Fang. She is present now, and accounted for and the Half Moon; whose very one blazed in the sky outside, gifting her a more suffocating presence than ever, can update her records.
She was no Galliard; but she kept a tight ship.
This was known enough, by those of her ilk in Chicago.
"Mm," she comments, finally, a fine noise woven from her throat and runs the tip of a finger along her jawline, thoughtfully watching the girl. Asha; fierce, dark, carrying a warrior's fresh kill in a bag joins the meeting of Falcon and like the pair of her children they are; the dark and fair Garou watch their cousin with such eyes.
Such razor sharp attention.
"Asha, meet Kristiana Coleman, she is a new comer to our family in the city. Kristiana, I would have you know Asha Singh, my pack-mate and Full Moon to the Nation." The finger drops from her skin, and she settles once more. "There are others, of course, to be aware of. Some you might have met, some not. At present there only a handful of us to keep note of. Matthieu Louvel de Ponthieu, is a Galliard, known as Mirror's Whisper, there is Ivan Press, Resplendent Dusk, a Ragabash, and there is myself."
A moment, she cants her head.
"Are any of these names familiar yet to you?"
[Kristiana Coleman] Apparently, given the dark shade of red that she's currently turning. "Yes, Rhya"
[Asha Singh] "I met her before," Asha informs Katherine. Still staring at Kristiana, with the sort of fixed attention some Victorian lady might give to her collection of butterflies pinned against velvet. There is a certain lethal potential about the girl, though perhaps it arises from nothing more than her utter lack of regard for ordinary human body language. Take the staring, for instance.
"There was a very common person who was going to give her drugs, so I told him if he did I would string him up by his intestines from the Hestia. The small ones." Asha continues, with a quicksilver sort of smile, at last turning away from Kristiana to Katherine - beaming now. There is a flash of that vicious smile. "I told him I'd stuff the large ones in his mouth so he wouldn't starve to death while he hung up there." Clearly, Asha considers that a magnanimous gesture. A sort of noblesse-oblige.
"Thomas is coming up. He can introduce me when he gets here."
[Kristiana Coleman] Now she remembers Asha. Howard and Bridget and. Oops. She looks increasingly uncomfortable, forcing herself to stand absolutely still.
[Cordelia] Someone is tromping up the stairs. Surely, this must be Thomas coming up the stairs- Asha's herald. the one who gets to make with the introductions and announce her like she really deserves. Alas, when somene comes up the stairs, it's Cordelia... not Thomas. Which has to be a disappointment, because instead of someone who knows how to do introductions properly there is a tall, wispy blonde with awkward glasses and flushed cheeks.
Cordelia comes in the common room and looks from Katherine... to Asha... to Kristiana...
"... is everything alright?"
[Kristiana Coleman] (Oh thank god ;) )
"Cordie!" The relief in her voice is evident, and must have something to do with the bright maroon that she's blushing.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Now, Katherine was a quick witted creature; she was a Philodox, after all and her capacity to spot a falsehood a mile away was perhaps second only to a few notable others currently in the city area. She watches the manner the Kinswoman turns red; a clear sign of discomfort if not comprehension of her actions creeping up on her.
She is, therefore, making a study of the girl and her body language, perhaps plucking from her mind the name likely to have caused such a reaction. Asha informs her then she's met her before, and that some common person tried to issue her with drugs and she threatened to hang him up by his intestines.
She smiles; and Katherine returns it briefly, a flash of white teeth.
"Which name, Kristiana, do you know?" Cordelia comes in, and Katherine does not turn her face directly, but raises a finger to signal patience. "One moment, Cordelia. I am chatting with your Cousin." Katherine blinks, slowly.
"Do go on."
[Kristiana Coleman] She swallows hard, pulling up all of her charm school training to keep from stammering. "I am familiar with Matthieu, Rhya." Not Matthieu Rhya, not Mirror's Whisper Rhya. Just Matthieu.
[Katherine Bellamonte] [guys, do post! I'm just sending an email and then I'll have Kate respond. :) ]
[Kristiana Coleman] (I think we're kind of at a stand still until you respond, though...)
[Asha Singh] Thomas is just on Cordelia's heels. His footsteps are nearly silent, which is something important he learned in butlering school. Which is an actual school he attended. Also taught there: how to tie a cravat, how to maintain composure, a stiff upper lip while your master descends into blood and madness. How to serve tea to both harridans and tittering little girls. How to starch a collar. How to get the blood out.
So: Thomas, a handsome man, in his forties, blond hair graying at the temples, with smoke-blue eyes, a solid jaw, and a certain presence that is both solid and unobtrusive. He is wearing an excellent bespoke suit, crisp on his frame. Asha gives Cordelia a look because she can, but then retreats to Thomas' side. And nudges him.
Wisely, Thomas does not interrupt Katherine despite Asha's nudge. She whispers, sotto voce, "Why didn't you bring your stick?" And he replies, "I did not deem it appropriate."
It should be noted, Thomas' whisper is approximately 75 decibels softer than Asha's.
[Katherine Bellamonte] Some find her an intimidating creature.
Moments such as this, do shed some light on why that might be. In truth, there is nothing about how Katherine is speaking; softly, clearly, or the way she's sitting, legs neatly crossed, hands poised on her knee that suggest she means anyone present any harm whatsoever.
It's in her air, though. The charm and sophistication lend themselves to their own sort of menace, paired with those strikingly pale eyes of hers. The way they pin, much like Asha's, an individual to the spot without much effort. It simply happens, when she looks at you. She stammers, or tries very hard not to out the name of the Galliard and the Silver Fang before her nods, once.
Quite precisely.
"Very good, then. He is a noble one, Matthieu, he would guard you well. If there is nothing else that you wish to discuss with me," she raises a brow, idly, inviting. "Then I will invite my dear Thomas, and Cordelia into the conversation." It's funny, the way Katherine makes the common room suddenly feel like the welcoming chamber of a Silver Fang Court.
[Bridget Geroux] Bridget just... continues to toke up in her bedroom.
[Marni] So, she doesn't come to the Broho often. So rarely, in fact, that one of kin in the kitchen that she knows has her jaw openly FALL to see Marni when she peels off a layer or two and drapes them over her arm. There's laughter, and she is loaded up with a plate, and finally heads upstairs.
She is, after all, eating for two. (even if, at this stage, she looks like she's already eaten a rather large watermelon...)
So this is Marni: tattered jeans, with the top button undone, because there's zero chance of it buttoning around the 8.5 month swell of her belly. An oversized t-shirt, and socks that don't match. At the bottom, sturdy shoes and socks that don't match, and at the top, a mop of curls and dark eyes that twinkle with a joke no one else is privy too. She's got a coat and a sweatshirt over her arm, and a plate piled high with food in the other.
She stops at the top of the stairs to take a breath, before heading into the common's to find a seat she won't need a crane to get herself out of afterwards.
[Cordelia] So, she stands there. Steps away from Thomas and Asha and edges away. That qwoman is... intense. She inhales and puts her hands in her pockets. Cordelia is... definitely dressed down. Comfortable, yes. Glamorous? Certainly not. She pushes her glasses up again.
She watches as a pregnant woman comes up the stairs. Her brows raise, and the next thing that comes out is a half-voiced aww.
Baaaabiiiieees.
[Asha Singh] "He forgot his stick." Asha informs Katherine, and it is difficult to tell whether Asha is scandalized by the oversight or simply prefers to make a scene. "So we've got to go and get it before we can have a proper introduction. I don't think it's right otherwise. It's just not the same to clap one's hands. I like the stick. It makes a very proper rap against the floorboards. So we're going to go get it. We'll be right back!" she finishes, brightly, elbowing the poor gentleman charged with announcing her presence before she goes into rooms.
"If you are that concerned about propriety, Miss Asha - " continues Thomas, precisely, a hint of a smile cresting the corner of his mouth. "Perhaps you should not run ahead of me, but should instead allow me to precede you and announce your entrance before you have actually entered the room."
"Only - " says Asha, rather darkly. The bloody thing in the ziploc bag slaps wetly against her thigh. " - if you promise to bring it next time."
It seems that introductions must be postponed, once more. Asha goes stomping down the stairs. Thomas gives Marni a polite smile. And so on. In the end: out they go!
[Asha Singh] (must sleep darlings! night!)
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