<strong>Tom O'Riley ...Continuing at the Front Desk ....seems to be a busy place ...as the noise of others arriving ...Security moving in and out ...helping to secure vehicles and such .</strong><br/><br/>Well that was one guild member taken care of anyways ..as Tom stood there not amused by the flamboyant arms creator and his theatrics . Though what can one do but watch as the one thing he was never quite good at unfold before his eyes this thing called social etiquette more commonly referred to as  " bullshit ". All these pleasantries about ...how nice everyone looked and the wonders of society and civilization . Yea whatever ...really what all that meant is let me fluff my feathers like a proud peacock ..and hopefully I might be able to get in your pants later. As he let out a heavy sigh ... George would frisk them all down for weapons .<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> Finished with his greetings, Mephiston whirled upon Tom, striding towards the desk and fumbling for his guild passport.<br/>"Tom, Tom, good ol' Tom: haven't forgotten you yet.  Now where is that, I know I put it somewhere here, terribly embarrassing, is it here, no, not here either, aha!  Put it right here so I wouldn't lose it or forget about it.  How silly of me, you must think of me a fool."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Tom rolled his eyes and took the passport .... " A good evening to you as well ... Dr. Bahl .."  of course Tom already knew the man ...stamping his passport and already moving to put him into a room . Moving the security level on the place up a notch or two , the dude was insane in Tom's book anyways . As he raised an eyebrow at the whispered words in his ear.  Looking up at the man with a scrunched up mouth to one side and his nose bent out of place . Thinking over those words of wit expressed with a deep thought process ...<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Now, I understand that Mister Chang simply does not tolerate weapons within the dome, but my profession as inventor means that I do require a method to display my wares.  On top of that, I must remark that it has been a nervous several weeks... months... a long time, and I must say that I haven't been carrying myself around lightly if you understand my meaning.  Now, usually, I would turn my weapons in here but I wonder if I could beg for an exception this time.  Quite alright if you can't, don't want you to get into trouble, but I would dearly appreciate it."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Tom's first reaction was no ...and hell no . Dissecting all the information and there was a long ...long pause before words came out Tom's mouth . Slipping a piece of paper into the passport ...<strong>" Your accommodations have been made my good man ...Suite 106 ought to take care of you nicely . Though sometimes the front desk tends to loose the name of the individual staying in that Suite when doing an overall check for all guests when the man arrives a asking bout such things that aren't really in their jurisdiction . If such a list is asked for , you shall be advised. " </strong>nodding his head as if to re-affirm that no information on the guest staying at the Dome are given out if requested and it sure sounded like a request had been made. Tom was good at reading between the lines so to speak<strong>. "As far your interesting display ....I shall send a notification up to the owner Lee Chang ..and we might be able to arrange ..a demonstration ....outside perhaps if need be and beef up the security to protect your wares on display . Though on your person there will be no weapons permitted inside the Pleasure Dome . "</strong>as he pointed over to George ...<strong>" George will assist you in tagging in those ...that can be collected upon your departure . Welcome to the Pleasure Dome "  </strong>The subject matter was now closed ..rules were rules and for a reason .<br/><br/><br/>Now for this music man ..or delivery boy ... checking to see what that was all about always good to get a heads up . Seeing a notation in the logs about a harp being ordered by Roxanne . Oh good lord ...he had never even heard that lass sing let along play an instrument of this caliber . Tom had to chuckle to himself , Roxxi ...Roxxi ....Roxxi ....what are you doing now ...too much energy for your own good . Some ploy indeed was a working here ..best get the man a good room anyways . Rather grateful for the lingering others as the inappropriate looking minstrel did not seem to have a name recorded . For God sakes , did she order something from a total stranger.<br/>