!Q7t.srvWZ6 03/04/12(Sun)19:49 No.18206065|
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You attempt to not stare at the supposed not-robot that is Amelia, and talk a little with Ashwood. He offers to get you a drink, but you decline, deciding to wait for lunch.
Shortly, Walter opens the doors from another part of the Penthouse, with two people following behind him. One is Mr. Graves, the lawyer from last night. He continues to look gaunt at lawyerly. The other one is clearly Lady Ashwood, herself. She looks pretty well for a woman in her late 80s, wearing a white dress in a fashion that is now probably out of date, a huge edwardian hat, a long white flying scarf draped in a particularly dashing fashion around her neck. She walks slowly, with a cane. She is also wearing some dark tinted goggles, like a combination between snow glasses and flying goggles.
Ashwood walks over as she enters, gesturing for you to follow. "Ah, Grandmother, so good of you to join us. Fortesque, may I introduce my grandmother, Marchioness Victoria Ashwood. Grandmother, this is Daniel Fortesque, a colleague of mine from the University." Lady Ashwood stops in front of you and Alexander, and wraps her cane against the ground "Ah, yes, the psychic cum magician, yes. Alexander mentioned you last night. How do you do?" You're about to politely reply, when she cuts you off. "No need for formalities here in the colonies, young man. Lady Ashwood or Lady Victoria will suffice, what what?" The woman is so cheery its infectious. "I heard you thrashed those villains at the Museum last night, right and proper. So good to see young people doing a little of the old adventuring these days. I've tried to convince Alex to do so, but his Mother keeps talking him out of it. Says he should do his duty for Queen and Country in the military or the civil service."