<br/>Moon Over Bourbon Street<br/>Something Wicked This Way Comes<br/>Ximen, Heirarch of New Orleans<br/>Frederick, Heirarch's Provost<br/>'Burin' Elijah Warden, Thyrsus Free Council<br/>'Vulpes' Prof. Elliot Van Graaf, Obrimos Guardian of the Veil<br/><strong>S.J. Jones, Acanthus Free Council</strong><br/>'Damon Jones' Tsutomu Fujimoto, Mastigos Silver Ladder<br/>'Obsidian' Reine Valentine, Moros Adamantine Arrow<br/>Elizabeth Brown, Thysus Mysterium<br/>August 22nd, 2005<br/>Royal Sonesta Hotel – Private Suite<br/><br/>Sarah Jane Jones was not altogether pleased about being dragged to this hotel, ok so there might be free food but it felt seriously uncomfortable. Its not like there were not fackin’ perverts out there, she had met more than a few and she had made them think about doing again. Thus dammit the young mage was getting ready to defend herself. She could not give a rat’s arse who they were if anyone tried anything dodgy she was not going down without a fight.<br/><br/>Her one hand went to the huge dog that was sitting next to her though it could feel her mistress’s discomfort Horlicks appeared for the most, calm and was looking it seemed for food rather than dangers. On the other hand SJ was tense as she watched from dark eyes beneath her rather faded hood.<br/><br/>Oh and this was getting bloody better, just drink this…yeah sure, yeah do I look like I was brought up an the blaady banana boat and my name is fackin’ Alice. The thoughts burned in her head though for now she was silent. The girl sniffed the drink and then placed it down again. SJ did not like the idea of being given unknown beverages, whoever gave them to her. Trust was not something that came easily; she waited for the others to drink and even thought about switching hers for one of the others.<br/><br/>SJ sniffed again and once looked about the room at the others, the young mage wiped her nose on her sleeve. “Right looks like none of us know what the fack is goin’ on…bat we are not all talkin’ abaat goin’ tagevver right? I mean I ain’t good at vis ‘Arry Potter and Isure as  shite aint ‘ermione... I blaady don’t undertand most of it… but I do know vat a group like vis one is goin’ ta facking stick aat like we ‘ave a becon on our ‘eads.” There was a pause as she waited to see if anyone else took a sip if the drink. Hell the queen of England could offer her tea at a garden party and SJ would still be cautious. “I am likely singin’ ta ve choir bat if some big guy is pattin’ on vis sort of blaady shite then I am goin’ ta fink vis is not sam normal fackin’ crap.”<br/><br/>The dog had left SJ’s side and stared to scrounge in bags for food.<br/><br/>“HORLICKS.” The young woman called or rather shouted at the dog before she continued. “I mean I aint no expert bat I mean since when would, any of us pass ve time of day on a normal street? Fer Facks sake I don’t even buy coffee…” SJ toyed with the bag of marbles. Her accent was strong and was certainly ‘English’ likely from somewhere in London.<br/><br/>There was another pause as SJ eyed the drink, "Not vat I know nuffin bat I mean if we are goin’ ta ‘ave ta meet ap ven we do it wif brains.” There was a shrug from those thin shoulders.  As she finally took a sip after yet another sniff and watching the others carefully.  At least Horlicks knew the drill if she went down.<br/>