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Post by Nick Andover on Mar 16, 2016 20:19:41 GMT -5
"No, you can't just lease that many miles of rail line in Brittany for that kind of money anymore. Costs have gone up all over the EU. I told you, Kyushu's bid was way closer to the mark than Hokkaido's. You'll need to convert much more Yen to Euro and doing so at this hour is going to cost you an arm and a leg now."
The annoyed sound of a cell phone conversation makes it way though the crowd at bar as Nick tries to make his way to his normal table. The harpy had been keeping his office hours for the court at the same table in Milly's since the prince had declared it Elysium. Even on a crowded night like St Patrick's day night, the table was kept clear for him. He clutched the cell phone in one hand and his brief in the other. He takes note of those around and thinks he recognizes some members of the court.
"I would have put up the money for the endeavor but you tried to cut my firm out of the Paris deal. Now if you want those trains to have your logo on them it's going to cost you."
Nick said and got to his table. He slid into the booth and tossed his brief case down on the table. A waitress came by and quickly swiped the 'reserved' sign off the table and asked him if he wanted the usual. He gave her a nod and already had a large wad of cash in hand for her. In the years he's been coming, it become common knowledge that he was a good tipper and the staff would often fight over who got to serve the boring old banker.
"Fine. Fine. Your loss. When Kyushu gets that contract and suddenly their the biggest game in Rennes, don't come complaining to me. Maybe your ace in the whole in Orleans will come through."
Nick said and in a huff hung up his phone. He shook his head and snapped open his brief case while pocketing his cell phone. He pulled out a small planner and slid it to the edge of the table. This was the sign to any kindred in the Manchester Camarilla that the Harpy's office hours were open if anyone needed him for anything.
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Post by Julia Knight on Mar 17, 2016 1:19:47 GMT -5
Julia looks at William, "Country Club?" She asks with a tilt of her had. "Yes, I have no connection to the Irish but like they say," she indicates the humans. "Everyone is Irish on St. Patty's day."
She turns as she hears a familiar voice and looks at her phone screen again. She smirks to herself as she watches him set up shop, the same way he always does.
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Post by William H. Vane on Mar 17, 2016 10:14:25 GMT -5
“Yes, the country club here in Manchester is very nice, I suggest a visit if you ever have the chance.” William attempts to catch the eye of Mr. Andover and gives him a smile and nod of greeting.
“Indeed, everyone loves a feast day, and Ireland is very nice this time of year, have you ever had the opportunity to visit?”
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Mar 17, 2016 10:28:50 GMT -5
"Sláinte, ladies and gentlemen!" A well-dressed hedonist with black circles under his eyes, his hair neatly groomed, strides into the room and smiles at one of the servers. He then glances at Nick, nods, and settles into an easy seat at a table in the middle of the room, which is usually less popular than the corner tables. "Don't need anything today, Mr. Andover. Just thought I'd say hello since you're here." He quickly turns back towards the crowd and relaxes into an easy smile. Most of the neonates seem comfortable with him. The older kindred, however, seem to notice something else, and appear more guarded. Prescott seems blissfully unaware either way. "Happy holidays, delicious friends," he says sardonically. He removes a moleskin notebook from the breast-pocket of a smoking jacket.
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Post by Julia Knight on Mar 17, 2016 17:07:05 GMT -5
Julia waves over towards the Toreador, she is afterall a neonate herself. "No, I have not been there. Before Manchester I spent a lot of time in Eastern Europe. About that country club though, I can just go in? Don't I need to be a member?" She asks still curious about it all, "I have never played golf before, could I play?" she asks with a honest excitement in her voice about learning the sport.
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Post by Nick Andover on Mar 18, 2016 8:03:25 GMT -5
Nick gives a nod to the the kindred that have noticed him and pounds away at his smart phone while he waits for his drink to arrive. When it does he slides his phone away to his pockets once more and sips from his glass. He considers joining the other kindred in conversation but decides to keep his office open a little long to see if anyone needed him for anything.
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Post by William H. Vane on Mar 18, 2016 9:48:35 GMT -5
“Well, no it is not exactly open to …” he pauses for a beat “the public. However there are different levels of membership, especially if it's the golf course you are most interested in.” The elder Ventrue stands up a little taller as the Toreador enters the bar. The smile quickly comes back to his face.
“I would be more than happy to make arrangements for some lessons, it's important to keep up with hobbies and find new ones, keeps one sane. I must confess I am not the best golfer myself, but I sure do love try.”
William nods towards where Prescott sits “The good Sir Prescott Thatcher von Lieberman is quite the entertaining fellow, I assure you our discourse would be greatly enhanced by his involvement, would you care to join him at his table?”
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Post by Paul Turner on Mar 18, 2016 17:43:01 GMT -5
Paul enters the room looking a bit unhappy. He puts on a fake smile and gives a friendly wave to the other kindred as he makes his way to the harpy's office and knocks.
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Post by Julia Knight on Mar 19, 2016 3:17:02 GMT -5
She giggles, "Yes to all the above." She walks over to Sir Prescott ' table. "Happy St. Patrick's Day sir. Mind if we join you? She asks politely indicating William as well.
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Mar 19, 2016 10:37:05 GMT -5
"Do I mind if you join me? Why, of course not. I cannot fathom too many men who find such a thing an intrusion. Please -- have a seat." Prescott hammers out the cinders of his pipe into his hand, after removing delicate white gloves. He smiles a wicked smile. "What can I do for you this fine evening?"
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Post by Julia Knight on Mar 21, 2016 3:35:51 GMT -5
Julia first pulls out a seat for William and then sits herself. "Nothing really, just enjoying the Holiday." she watches the many people with green beer in hand and shot glasses of most likely whiskey. "I am glad to see more people are showing up." she says meaning other Kindred finally entering Elysium, but she did not wish to use the word.
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Post by William H. Vane on Mar 21, 2016 8:08:21 GMT -5
William sits down in the chair provided and puts on a big smile. “Indeed, its always nice to see the others about. Ms. Knight and I have been sharing a very pleasant conversation. How are you this evening Sir?”
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Post by Prescott Thatcher v Lieberman on Mar 21, 2016 11:15:52 GMT -5
"I seldom have reason to complain," Prescott replies. "In fact, I have recently begun a new business venture in polymer replication. Quite a lucrative start-up, but still in the earliest stages..." he pauses contemplatively for a brief moment. "Enough about me, however. What have you been up to in Manchester? Anything interesting?"
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Post by Nick Andover on Mar 22, 2016 8:03:08 GMT -5
Nick motions for Paul to take a seat with him at his booth. Nick gives the man a raised eye brow and motions to the boon book.
"Anything I can do for you this evening?"
Nick asked, getting right to business.
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Post by Paul Turner on Mar 22, 2016 11:50:21 GMT -5
Paul comes off very quiet when he talks to the harpy, and is straining himself to be formal, "Yes sir, thank you sir. As you know, I'm new to Manchester, and I want to get my feet on the ground. I have a few boon related items to bring up."
He holds a finger up to keep track, "First, I'm offering a trivial boon to anyone who can introduce me to established members of clan assamite in the city."
A second finger rises, "I came here in response to the call to arms, and I'm looking for a sponser so I can focus on it."
And a third finger, "If kindred of the court need help, I'd like to let people know that I'm willing to get involved. Or if you have any kindred that don't want to owe a boon to a specific someone, maybe I could owe them and they owe me. That kind of stuff... Sir. I want to be part of Manchester."
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