Location- Manor kitchen<br/>Time- Three p.m.<br/>Players- Oliver Sykes<br/><hr/><br/>Coffee. The first thing one misses when in Britain is usually coffee, particularly if they've been using it to drink their blood first thing in the morning for the last few centuries in some attempt to appear normal. Tea can't really hold blood well without discoloring and altering the taste of both to the point of unedibility, and yet it remains the cultural drink of choice on that side of the Atlantic. What a pity.<br/><br/>In any case, Oliver was glad to smell coffee brewing for the first time in a month as he sat alone in the manor's kitchen atop the counter as if meditating over the black elixir brewing before him. To his left sat his blade, the ebony steel that usually remained at his side whenever he was home or at a meeting. To his right sat a coffee mug and a bag of O positive waiting to be mixed. It would be a strange sight to anyone that didn't really know the Shade or his habits, but most around these halls would at least know Oliver well enough to leave him be when he's thirsty. One doesn't make it past 700 without a bit of a history.<br/><br/>Having returned to the manor only an hour before, Oliver pondered why he received overnight first class tickets for some trivial trip to a club. Of course, he was usually left out of the loop when it came to matters of the council. That of course is why he was glad to know someone on the council. If he really needed an insider's look, then he could just ask. However, this time he would just let things be. Sometimes it paid to just do as one was told. Of course, nothing was going to be done before he had a drink.