<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/36/68/13/3668135e7257e12a9d6d14483073c7bd.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_u"><strong>Adelaide Meeks (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=269826.msg13302961#msg13302961)</strong></span><br/><br/>Place:     A strange room with stranger people.<br/>Tagging:  The Wicked and the Dead<br/><br/><br/>Adelaide watched the girl with the dull eyes scamper away, wondering precisely what it was that had reduced her to that... and if she could get her hands on any of it. A chemical that could bring about the total submission of a certain penthouse pet she had her eyes on before she had passed on? Typically she prided herself on her craftsmanship when it came to forging obsession but sometimes, you just wanted to have a lazy day. It was not the most pressing concern at the moment for her.<br/><br/>Meeks was MOST keenly aware of the wine. She helped herself, sniffing curiously at the deep red liquid. Her previous paranoia from the first chamber was much reduced now that she had clothes and was armed. She was simply concerned with the vintage.<br/><br/>"<strong>Personally, I slept like the dead. Thank you for allowing us to sleep in.</strong>" She quipped as she took up her place, leaning against the wall by the wine. Rule number three at a mingling of this nature was to keep close to the wine. It always lubricated discussion and other things. Despite her thirst, Adelaide did not drink, so much as simply enjoy having the fine glass in her hand. It was reassuring, a prop she was familiar with when she was hunting. Besides which, she was a firm believer that anticipation was the best seasoning for any vice. As she swirled the glass about idly, something occurred to her and she nodded solemnly to their hostess, "<strong>Oh yes, before we begin... I wished to apologize on behalf of Miss Wisp. She clumsily broke some glassware in the previous room! She is very contrite though, I assure you!</strong>"