(Hijacked Post)
The evening of the party, Christine is making some last minute checks before people start coming in.  Everything does, in fact, look pretty good.  Decorated, but just a bit, giving an old west feel to things, even to a mustachioed bartender, character actors portraying some rather famous faces from the old west, Wyatt Earp and his brothers, Morgan and Virgil, Wild Bill Hicock, and off, seated, smoking a hand rolled cigarette is Doc Holliday.

Refreshements, decorations, security, all seems to be in place, even Christine in dressed as an old west Saloon girl, in a tight fitting, and rather low cut, at least in front red velvet dress, that ends in a froth of lace at her knees, black stocking, high heeled shoes, her dark hair up, with a red feather as accent.  Oh yes, and a garter, with what looks like a cigarette case tucked into it.

Yep, all is in readiness, for the guests to arrive.

(Descrïption by Meline)

Thomas would make an appearance before things began just to check in on Christines preparations and tell her she looks great as a saloon whore.

He would appoint Alexi, his ghoul, to pit boss the event and make sure the tables are run well and all goes smoothly. He is also told to let christine handle the Hosting, but he can help her if she asks...

Thomas will dissapear back up to his VIP lounge once the event starts. Since this is a private party there will be a pair of large bouncers at the front door checking invitations, and a full compliment of costumed waitstaff and dealers at the tables.

The first to arrive would be the cast and crew of the party, who just have to come downstairs from all the rooms they rented...

The cast are easy to spot. they are the threep ersonalities who host the show and are the on camera faces.

There is John Walsh, a tall skinny guy with long hair and glasses, Seamus Murphy, a bigger guy with a deep voice and tatoos, and Jennifer White, an attractive woman with frizzy hair and a great scream.

The producers and cast mix and spread out to gamble and drink.. it will be much harder to pin down a producer than the shows faces...

*after a few words to the seated 'Doc Holliday' Christine will be greeting the guests, making sure that everyone has their preferred drink, gambling if they wish, or over to the buffet, which will be kept up during the night.  The characters, well, get into character, to amuse, and generally add to the theme of the night.  Even Doc is over at the poker table, dealing a hand to some of the guests, doing a bit of the fancy dealing he's known for.  Well trained, indeed.

As more guests start to come in, she, and the others keep busy with making sure that everything goes as smoothly as possible.

Christine is easily able to locate Alexi from wherever he is in the room (except if he's behind Sebastion).  

Alexi is a powerful young man of Russian ancestry.  His keen eye, amiable personality, and striking looks make him an ideal candidate to watch over the party and report it's happenings back to Mr. Arturo.  

Peering out over the floor and to the dealers and staff he presides over, Alex makes sure to keep those important individuals in sight.  Christine is shaking hands, and representing the Casino well.  The cast and crew are jovially speaking with the fans who are present.  And thats when he picks up on him.

Calmly walking over to Christine, the towering, square framed young man leans down and whispers quietly into Christine's ear.

"Ma'am, the producer for Haunted New England has entered through one of the side doors, would you like me to direct him to you or shall I welcome him and seat him at one of our tables?"

The producer is not hard to spot, he is the gentleman wandering about somewhat tipsily calling out everyones names, camera crew, personalities, riggers, he knows all of them, and only the producer of a show would take the time to learn each name.

Christine gives Alex a smile, and a soft 'thank you' for the heads up, and goes over to greet the producer of the show.  Easily either dodges questions or turns the questioning around,as to whether she watches the show (she has) does she enjoy it (no comment, turns that one around) and then finds out his particular interest for the night.  

Making sure said producer is at a table, a glance of warning to the bartender, no need for a drunken brawl, even if this is a recreation of the Old West.  

With more guests coming in, she also has others who can handle introductions, its basically her job to make sure those intros are made.  For a formally shy girl, its a huge transformation, while she's not the perfect socialite, at least she's one pretty darn good hostess.  Training, perhaps?  

Other eyes follow her as she does her thing, some with interest (low cut tight fitting dress, does it every time) some with concealed pride, some just watching.

Alex nods his head briefly and returns to his duties in the casino.  

The clientèle ranges from the noted city officials to cast and crew of Haunted New England. Alex easily spots those that have snuck in, the teenagers in shorts, the well lubricated casino regulars that have wandered in aimlessly.

Many of them are easily removed, some require a bit more tactful persuasion.

Mentally noting all that he observes Alex makes sure to memorize all of the key persons involved, and any "others" that feel they need to make a public appearance.

Alex's earpeice is connected to his fellow pitbosses, and is accessable by Thomas Arturo's phone lines enabling Mr. Arturo to keep in constant contact of the main floor.

Its a near perfect division of duties, she can distract the rest of the crowd, while the partycrasher are dealt with.  She does, for some reason, spend a bit of time with the Doc Holiday actor...lounging on the arm of his chair, as he gambles, making it look quite natural.

Of course, thats only for a few moments, and can easily be explained away by her taking a short break...and makin sure the poker game is honest.

A shiny black Mercedes with tinted windows pulls up to the front of the casino.  It is one of those cars that must have someone important inside.  The driver jumps out of the car dressed in a chauffers suit and quickly runs around to open the car door and let the other occupants out.

First to step out of the car is a rather large man wearing a black pin stripe suit with a black vest underneath a suit jacket. He has a green tie, shades, a silver pocket watch, a black fedora, ivory cuffing and a weird silver tree broach for an accessory.  (ooc: Taken from Sebastion's earlier post in the Chantry.)

He shoos the driver away and offers his hand to a lady, the next person to step out of the car.  She comes out wearing a nicely form fitting black dress with a modest neckline in the front, and a plunge down to near her waist in the back.  The black has deep maroon outlines of large flowers on it that seem to sparkle very slightly as she moves.  She has ruby accesories and matching maroon pumps.

The two seem like old friend as they smile and talk.  Following close behind the pair a third emerges from the car and seems to shadow them.  He certainly is not a bodyguard but he stays near to them, not a part of their current conversation.

The couple makes their way into the casino chatting with each other and others as they make their way up to the event.  Before the lady can even ask for them the man following them produces three tickets to enter the event.  As they walk in they look over the room to see who is doing what and seeing Christine the lady smiles in her direction.

Christine will go over to the three entering, with a smile.  Greeting them, and welcoming them to the party.  Along with introducing them to various people, she'll also let them know the buffet is there, the bar over there, and should they wish to sit in on the poker game.

Yep, being a proper hostess, and making sure the guests are taken care of.  Good thing she's got a lot of energy, a night like this can be quite tiring.  

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After handing the three tickets over I quickly move behind the two again. I'm Wearing a dark gray suit with a white under shirt and oddly enough a yellow tie. The pendent i wear around my neck is tucked under my shirt.

As we proceed to enter the room I quickly make note of the two body bodyguards at the entrance and quickly scan the room for more. If something were to go in anyway we don't plan I'd like to know where the future threats might be. After looking for body guards I quickly make note of all doors leading out of this room and every room we enter into and every security camera.

Playing off as just an assistant makes it a lot easier to scan the room while still maintaining a close person space with my two friends.

As I walk forward to begin mingling with the cast and crew I look for Rose, Mr. Arturo or anyone else of some rank within the Toreador clan.  Not seeing them at the moment I whisper very quietly into James' ear "Quickly go and pen a note to Mr. Arturo thanking him for the invitation to this event and generally making our presence known to him.  I don't want him angry with us for not introducing ourselves to him as well.  I will sign it when you are done."  To everyone else it looks like I just happened upon something I wanted recorded and have asked my assistant to record it.

Then I turn with a smile to Sebastion and say out loud, "This should be an evening to remember, our favorite show right here in front of us!"

I focus very closely at everyones dress in the room, not knowing much about the film industry. I am trying to figure out whom everyone is, looking for the film crew, they usually stand out. I see a group of young adults looking like they are just out of college. They still have that wild streak about them with crazy colored hair and one of the guys has a mohawk, slicked back of course. I assume by their dress that they would have to be part of the film crew to be at this event as they are. “Jillian, would you like a drink” I ask and walk forward, bumping the guy with the slicked mohawk and knocking his drink out of his hand. I make  certain so as it does not spill on anybody. “Oh I’m so sorry sir; let me buy you a new drink.” I give him a slight smile and a look of embarrassment. “I’m getting a Macallan 25 on the rocks, its a fine single malt whiskey aged for 25 years in the highland. What's your poison?”

I nod at Sebastion "Yes, the usual.  Thanks dear."  Then I scan the room looking for the producer or anyone who could poitn me towards him.  I am a few steps away as Sebastion knocks the drink out of the guys hand and notice it.  I watch, but do not interact as of yet.  I know he has a plan.

I quickly pull out a pen and notepad from my jacket pocket. I right down the most formal letter I can In the atmosphere. As many people probably collide into me because I am more concerned in writing a prober note than everyone in the room at this moment.

Dear Mr. Arturo
  On the behalf of Jillian, Sebastion and of course myself we would like to thank you for your invitation to this grand event. I'm sorry that our introductions were not made to you from our first arrival. We just feel that your should know we have arrived and when you get the chance an audience with you would be nice

                       Friendly Acquaintance,
                       James Alex
(I find the nearest person of merit within this establishment and asked that it be delivered immediately.)

Alex seem to have the uncanny ability to disappear from the floor of the casino and reappear at nearly any door in the room.  Because of his exceptional knowledge of the casino floor he is able to move about as freely as need be.

He quickly notices the Kindred entering the casino (how can he miss them, Sebastion easily towers over a majority of all of the guests) and shortly there after is delivered a note by one of the Pit Bosses.

Walking behind the bar and picking up one of the house phones Alex dials Thomas Arturos personal line..

"Mr. Arturo a sealed note has just been delivered to me and it is marked for you.  Would you like it brought up or shall i report its contents to you?"

Peering out over the bartenders head Alex struggles to identify the source of the note, and in turn what might be inside.

Christine notes the person getting his drink knocked out of his hand, and nods to the bartender to make sure he gets another one.  She also keeps an eye on the person who bumped into him.  Along with her other duties, seems she might be very busy.  Well, yes,she is, on top of other things she's got going on.  Well, part of the fun of being a 'working' ghoul, lots to do, and little if any time to do it all in.

After leaving the message, which he asked to be delivered to Mr. Arturo as soon as he is available, Alex slips the note in his breast coat pocket and makes his way back to the floor.

Alex scans the room for any drunken party goers, vagrants, kids, or other trouble makers before heading over to Christine.

With a faint Russian accent..

"Things seem to be going well tonight, and I must say that you throw quite the party.  Though I have to admit that I'm somewhat surprised to see them here (nodding towards the towering Sebastian and company).  Here's hoping they don't pull out their ghost detectors during the party" Alex remarks softly with a small grin.


"Do you need anything before I return to the floor?"  

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Thomas would return a message to Alex's cellphone. He says to have the note sent up with one of the staff at his convenience.

For whatever reason Thomas will not make an appearance at this party, he is, however, watching the goings on from the security room, on the three dozen tvs linked to the cameras all over the casino floor...

The only people getting rowdy at all are the camera crew, two of which just won a big hand at a blackjack table and are drawing attention to the fact that they just made more here in a night, than they will filming in the 'God damn nasty as fuck' sewers for the next two weeks.

An older, calmer man at the bar comments offhandedly: ' Go ahead and quit then you ungrateful pricks... camera monkeys area dime a dozen..'

Alex quickly finds one of the desk staff and hands off the note, impressing that it must be delivered to Mr. Arturo immediately.

Curious by the commend made by the gentleman at the bar, Alex finds himself standing somewhat closer, and keeping a somewhat sharper eye on this man.