<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/18/Eldersign34.jpg)</div><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong>Character name:</strong></td><td>GM POST</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Location:</strong> </td><td>55 Beacon Street Dining Room</td></tr><tr><td><strong>With:</strong> </td><td> All of the PCs, Frank Walker, Dominic</td></tr><tr><td><strong>Doing:</strong> </td><td> On to Dessert</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><hr/><br/>All good things must eventually come to an end, and so the delectable meal drew to a close. Not without a sweet surprise, however, as Dominic brought in silver covered dishes and placed them in front of each guest. Ladies first, naturally. When all had been served Frank removed the cover from his plate, indicating that his guests should do the same. Dominic was only one man, after all, with only the standard allotment of two hands. The shiny domes revealed crisp meringue clouds concealing pistachio ice cream served over a moist sponge cake. "I hope that everyone has saved room," Frank remarked. "Martin's Baked Alaska is renowned in this city."<br/><br/>Frank wrinkled his nose slightly at Jonathan's liquor consumption, though the would-be mobster knew well that Frank kept a well stocked cellar himself. "Funny that you should mention the basement. I don't think a speakeasy is in the cards; I've given over half of it to the darkroom. Photography's my game now, and not just shots for the paper. I'm trying for something a bit more artistic these days. In fact, I would love to beg a favor from all of you once we're finished here. You see, I'm trying to get a gallery showing -- I know, it's terribly indulgent." He seems to be slightly ashamed; those of you who know him well can tell that he seems quite invested in this endeavor, more than in many of his past dalliances. "In any case, the gallery scene in Boston is rather tightly knit, and I'm worried about making exactly the right impression. There's a movement afoot, sort of an 'Art For the Common Man' philosophy. I was hoping to solicit all of your opinions on pieces I might put up for show. A genuine cross section of humanity, if you will."<br/><br/>The speech seems to have somewhat flustered Frank, a man who is perhaps more comfortable helping others than asking for help himself, even of this fairly innocuous sort. "I won't impose though, of course. If you'd rather peruse the library," with a nod toward Markus, "or simply enjoy each other's company, you're very welcome to do so. I'll sweeten the offer, though, and say that there just might be a bottle or two of stronger stuff hiding downstairs as well, if anyone is so inclined."<br/>