<div class="floatleft">(http://imageshack.com/a/img844/7043/lb3w.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Thalia Linnea,</span><em>Medic</em><br/>2519, present day<br/>Mason Kincaid's Home, Southdown Hills, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Santiago<br/>Wearing - This dress (http://imageshack.com/a/img673/9948/464f8e.jpg) and earrings (http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/236x/01/c6/58/01c658d0da6ab7bf184cb84af91312e4.jpg).<br/>Location - Cocktail Party, Ground Floor<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Thalia got as far as the entrance hall maintaining her act, then she stepped around behind the door and burst into a fit of giggles. First it was quiet, then she broken down in uncontrollable fits of laughter, and wiped the tears from her eyes. She noticed a lone bodyguard looking her way, and he couldn't help but smile when she grinned at him. He'd probably think she had too much champagne. It was only when she'd regained her composure that she rubbed her hand on the side of her dress.<em>Oww... that hurt.</em>Poor Santiago must have felt it more. She grimaced at the thought.<em>I may have got into the act a little too accurately.</em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">"Okay, so now what do I do?"</span><br/><br/>Back at the bar, Santiago found the bartender less sympathetic but there was a bar towel, which seemed almost to have been placed there for such an eventuality (or spilled drinks). Chester was nearby with a pint of dark ale, which was more his style than fine champagne. The man drifted over to stand beside Santiago. "I haf'ta say I'm surprised. She seemed like a good lass, but with 'er nose stuck in the air a bit. Now that she's out of the way, we can talk business if you're of an interest to? I've got a job that needs doing and I'm looking for some men to do it."<br/>