<br/><div class="floatright">(http://i46.photobucket.com/albums/f142/capwilly1/Westinghouse/LordJohnathanWeston.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Who:</strong>Lord Johnathan Weston<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Study Floor<br/><strong>With:</strong>Elizabeth Kingston<br/><strong>When:</strong>About 2pm<br/><strong>What:</strong>Deciding<br/><hr/><br/>John looked about the room as his head cleared. He actually felt quite good, better than he had in a long time actually, his senses were on the top levels, his sense of smell was keen, his hearing was so clear, the injury he suffered as a child seemed almost as though it had never happened, his eyesight was well was clear and crisp.<br/><br/><strong>“I feel sensational Elizabeth.”  </strong>John sprung up into the air letting the blanket drop.<strong>“What has happened to your face? I remember it differently than it is...”  </strong>He wasn't sure how exactly he remembered it, but it wasn't the face to match the voice that he had remembered.<strong> “You affect me as even more beautiful than the day I met you, how could it be so..”</strong><br/><br/>John moved about the room, seemingly unaffected by his state of dress.<strong> “We should borrow staff from our friends and neighbors for this event, but only include the young and attractive in the events, we will be in need of those to remain in their stations and it is only right that we have as many as needed, so as we invite, perhaps a request that they be accompanied by their personal staff's and others that they can spare.”  </strong>