<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/0gzSsUL.png)</div><br/><ul class="bbc_list"><li><strong>Character</strong>: James St. Clair</li><li><strong>Location</strong>: The St. Clair Residence</li><li><strong>Tagged</strong>: Luci Boivin</li></ul>James was just about to turn in and sulk in his office when a younger woman he didn't recognize stepped up to introduce herself to him. Her appearance looked goth, but her demeanor was more serious than her appearance suggested.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Thanks for inviting me. I know I'm brand new, but it's nice to see most of my neighbors. You said something about a neighborhood center? How much would you need in total?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>He considered the question for a moment, and said, "We haven't really crunched the numbers yet, but I expect a quarter-mil could at least get us to construction, if not the full project. Did you have some ideas for fundraising?"<br/><br/>He poured a pair of glasses of the Marquis d'Angerville, a low-production burgundy that he was fond of, and offered one. "I'm always looking for fresh ideas. I'm not much of an idea man, myself - more of a problem-solver."