<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/fJ9JoZV.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:  Madame Celeste (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13127459#msg13127459)</strong><br/><br/><strong>STAFF</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Business as usual<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The repair gnomes did their work, as usual, quickly and efficiently, masked in illusion to provide even more entertainment.  Debris, dust and splinters had danced and swirled in the air, movement all nicely choreographed to the music, and before you could say 'collateral damage', tables and furiture were all back in place, looking as good as new.<br/><br/>Mister Jeffrey would no doubt voice his disapproval, but Celeste knew that he secretly loved it.<br/><br/>Everything seemed under control, more or less.  Perhaps she should go see what Semele was up to, no doubt trying to purloin the talent ... as if there weren't enough to go around already.   That was one advantage of sanctuary in the Bazaar - things that were needed, even things that were badly wanted, usually had a way of showing up, though the Bazaar worked on nobody's timetable -- a fact that the powerful beings that inhabited their own little corners of the Bazaar found rather frustrating.  Celeste wasn't frustrated by it in the least.  If anything, she found it reassuring.<br/><br/>Let Semele have her fun.  Celeste would devise a way to get even, in her own time.<br/><br/>For now, though, drink in hand, she made her way through the laughing, talking, nourishingly lustful crowd, and headed back to the office.  There was an old movie that she was in the mood to watch ... though it was sadly lacking in seductive detail.<br/><br/>-------------->  Exiting the reception room