<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/65/Judgehawkins.png)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Judge Warwick<br/><strong>Date:</strong>May 4, 1876<br/><strong>Time of Day:</strong>Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Courthouse: Judge Warwick's office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Marguerite Tuerny, Closed<br/><hr/>The Judge barely hid his amusement as the reserved socialite positively pounced atop the last book, his smile broadening at her show of enthusiasm.  He watched as she lifted and paged through it, amused by the way her normal reserve melted into intellectual affection.<br/><br/><strong>”A strange tome,”</strong>he said, nodding towards the book.<strong>”I’ve often thought the number of insights one finds within those pages is a troublesome gauge of just how long one and how often one has stared into the Abyss.”</strong>He waved her into taking it as well, leaning back in his chair.<br/><br/><br/>He gave another nod as she rattled off the list of things she’d need to do.<strong>”A great deal on your plate,”</strong>he assured.<strong>”And more to discover, I’m sure.  I’m no miner, and no mine owner.”</strong>He rose as she did, stepping around the desk as she sidled towards the door.<strong>”And a welcome delight to meet you as well, Mrs. Landry.”</strong>He enjoyed the smile, and seemed to mean the compliment genuinely enough.<strong>”Feel free to stop by whenever you like,”</strong>he nodded.<strong>”Whether for advice, or just to discuss the finer points of law and business in Gomorra.  Good luck with everything.”</strong><br/><br/>Blue perked up at the arrival of Elisabeth, still standing guard outside the courtroom and wiping the last crumbs of the pound cake from his cheeks.  He gave a wide smile to Elisabeth, eyes slipping appreciatively over the beautiful blond scientist.  The teenager glanced back toward the Judge’s room.  He pantomimed with his hands, chattering with one hand, and then chattering back with the other, a quick facsimile of two people talking.  As he pantomimed, the door opened, and he turned and craned his neck – it looked as though the meeting was coming to a close, and he gestured for Elisabeth to follow.  The Judge was standing in the doorway, just releasing the hand of a pretty brunette newcomer to Gomorra.