Hand in A Honeypot, Part Two
Summary
Phillip, Grigory, and his ghoul Kailie attempt to get a closer look at the items in the Damascus room in order to hopefully get their hands on The Author after the Damascus Room exhibit but find that they have competition, Valentino and a showy, ashen-haired man among them. Somebody planned a raid of the museum: alarms blare, kicking off chaos on the floor above. As the bedlam breaks out, the Lasombra jumps on opportunity by plunging the Damascus exhibit into darkness to escape with an artifact. But he's not alone: Kailie thinks fast to grab a promising relic from the exhibit before she is blinded by the unholy power of the priest.
Phillip intercepts the flamboyant stranger among them as hell breaks loose when he realizes the man seems to be part of something like the raid that can be heard above, but he's only one man and the ashen-haired stranger is only one of his many, Masquerade breaching problems. As mortal witnesses Brian Medina and Doctor Carter recoil and gawk in horror, it's up to him and Grigory to bail on the senseless scene, get the kine out of sight and put the night out of their malleable minds.
Log
The Setup...
As the speech wraps and people start to hob-nob, there was some time where Phillip was chopping it up with Carter and Wagner. Soon, the conversation is driven towards one between Phillip and Carter in particular, as Carter is the man with the passion and Wagner the one with the wallet. In the crowd, there's a man wose fashionable suit suggests he's flashy whenever he can get away with it, but tonight, in formality, he's toned it down. Still, his bespoke suit pushes the limits of what 'subtle' can be, in a black, satin-matte brocade that lends a Victorian gothic flamboyance to his presence. This is a man who knows what 'jacquard' means. I personally don't know what the fuck 'jacquard' means. Anyway, his sharp lapels shimmer with silvery counter-stitching, the silk ascot tie he has on is a color like a ritzy merlot, and the two-tone monk strap shoes add that final stroke of panache with their decorative brogueing and shiny buckles. "Oh! Doctor Carter!" The ashen-haired man in his thirties calls across the room, moving in to interrupt the conversation with Phillip, Wagner, and his business partner. This gives Wagner an excuse to depart, and after he tolerates an ear-beating from the fancily dressed man about how wonderful the presentation was and so on, Wagner turns, heading out toward the exit. He's accompanied by two other individuals, both young men, dressed more business casual for a nice presentation night. They flank him on their way to the court-yard, past the CCTV screen in the lobby.
