<strong>Victor Orestes, handling the front lobby</strong><br/><br/>Victor watched the two approaching him, particularly the woman as she seemed to move first, approaching the desk and speaking for the man. It seemed quite fascinating to him but perhaps she was some kind of assistant or perhaps another case of ‘property’. That concept seemed so foreign to him but he kept telling himself that he just needed to accept it and let it go. It was a wide world and filled with varying people who all had different tastes. Still he wasn’t sure he could ever be put in such a position.<br/><br/>Snapping his attention back to what was going on before him; he nodded and skimmed the books his artificial eye thankfully magnifying Tom’s writing so that he could pick it apart. “Hmm seems Tom has you written down here in room 102 in the west wing. He only has Mr. Wainright listed here but I take it you two share chambers? Please just sign here.”<br/><br/>Victor turned the books around and pointed to a blank spot next to the room assignment and Mr. Wainright’s name, guessing from the rest of the entries that this was the standard procedure. “As for your offer Mr. Wainright, I assure you that I am quite capable of discovering things for myself. It is not that I am unfamiliar with such going ons, I am merely not used to them being done in public with such a crowd around. Besides it did not seem proper to me for the man in charge of getting guests into the place to be so preoccupied that he was letting his duties slip, but perhaps that is just me.”<br/><br/>Once Jossete has signed the page, he turned the book back around and checked it. “Very good. If you would be so kind as to step over to George over there, he will take your weapons. We have a strict policy against weapons in the Dome and would appreciate it if you give all weapons willingly over. We tag them and store them securely so you do not need to fear them walking off. Once we have that taken care of we can give you the key and you can be about your business.”<br/>