<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">GM Post</span><br/>Mason Kincaid's Party, Southdown, Persephone<br/>Tagging - Santiago, Babs & Thalia<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The party for the moment seemed to be on the lower floor of the house, with a large room set aside for the tournament to the left of the building. Stairs swept up to the next floor, but for the time being few people were up there. Music played subtly in the background, guests drank and mingled. There were two main types here - those with the look of nobility about them, and those who looked like they mightn't have belonged here if it had been all rich folk. An alarm sounded out front as the gun scanner picked up on someone trying to smuggle a weapon through, and several men in plain suits moved to intercept them.<br/><br/>Nearby, an elder man laughed. He was clad in brown, shirt and trousers, with a coat that could be called black if you were generous, but was more like a darker brown. "Man's got less than half a brain to think he could just bring a pistol through that scanner. There are windows, doors behind the house, there are null holsters, for fuck sake. If I wanted one, that's what I would do. Of course, a man like me's got no need of one," he said with a look that said, 'and if you believe that, you're as thick as that fool who walked through the door'.<br/><br/>"Chester Burton," he said, extending a hand to Santiago, then tipping his hat at Thalia and Babs. "My suggestion, if ya be listening to it, is to steer clear of that group over there," he said, nodding back over his shoulder. Four men stood around talking, all with suits of a similar type to Chester's but much darker. Grey and black, not even a flash of brown. "Mason shouldn't have brought some of this crowd together. There's gonna be trouble, most like. Blood before the dawn."<br/>