<strong>Victor Orestes, approaching Front Desk</strong><br/><br/>Victor hurried along, wisely sticking to the shadows when he crossed along the edges of the Playground. He even slowed his pace, though tried to keep it brisk. He felt that it would no look well to be running through the place that held so many paying patrons and drawing attention to him self. Still he wanted to get to front desk and his pace only increased when he happened to spot Tom carousing with a female and knew that he did not know about the waiting guest. Pleased with the thought that he might get a pat on the back for being so prompt in greeting the guests and running the desk while the main greeter was preoccupied, he took the steps up to the lobby two at a time.<br/><br/>At the top of the steps Victor paused to take a steady breath and to make sure that he did not appear rushed. He figured that appearances played a big roll here and so took the time to collect him self. Putting on his best ‘welcome’ smile, he moved out of the shadows and into the lobby, noticing the woman standing at the desk who seemed to be inspecting her nails. “Greetings and welcome to the Pleasure Dome. Please forgive me for not being at the desk when you arrived, I was seeing to something else.”<br/><br/>Reaching under the top of the desk to grab the registry book, he set it before him and flipped to page holding the current day and the various guests who had requested rooms. Running one finger down the list, he watched the signatures until he came to one that was not signed and checked off. “Hmmm, would you be Doctor Helyanwe Herring? If so please sign here and hand over any weapons that you might have with you. It’s our policy so that arguments and debates do not turn deadly.”<br/>