<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img537/5809/gv0yiL.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Mason Kincaid,</span><em>Contact &amp; Party Host</em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Samson<br/>Wearing - This tuxedo. (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/500/PwfubZ.jpg)<br/>Location - In his parlour<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Samson was one of the few people at the party who looked to be going somewhere. Most stood around talking and mingling or had made their way over to the registration table for the poker competition. He saw two large tables and a multitude of smaller ones in a large side-room, each laid out with green velvet covers in preparation for the night's entertainment. He could see, from among the guests, that not all looked like rich folk. He could be pretty sure that friends had been invited from Mason's smuggling days, while some gave the appearance of professional card-players, some of which had likely travelled from off-world for this very competition.<br/><br/>No one blocked Samson's way as he climbed the stairs. Mason's parlour was on the upper floor, and the door opened before Samson reached it. A man exited the room - tuxedo, cowboy hat and one of those dressy swords strapped to his hip. Not the strong combat kind but the type noblemen wore and those who wanted to make an impression. He was an older man - hair lightly greying and he gave Samson a wary look as he turned his head to say something through the gap in the door, before he continued down and past the ship captain.<br/><br/>He'd obviously alerted Mason and the other men in the room, because the door opened fully before he made it there. Mason was standing behind a desk, pouring himself a whiskey. Two other men - one dressed in a suit, another in the more casual clothes of a bodyguard, sat at chairs on the opposite side of the room. He couldn't be sure which had opened the door. All eyes were on him before Mason spoke. "I think we're done here, gentlemen. I've got some business to attend to." The bodyguard responded, "you sure about that Mason?" to which he received nothing but a cold look. The men cleared the room, leaving Samson alone with Mason.<br/>