Alessio instructs Severo to immediately drive back to Fattoria De La Nava Somesso. He calls Goergio, telling him that he will be arriving in half an hour and that they must speak.

 He picks up the phone," Yeah, swing around back. I'll be up, there is a birthday party for little Gina so I offered my house. Remember to give a bit to the pot," knowing Alessio can get sidetracked and Gina is a nice girl and what with the cleft lip needs a bit of reassurance.

Natasha had orginally wanted to come see Goergio, but little Gina found her first. Poor girl, thankfully she'll be old enough for plastic surgery soon enough and get rid of that ugly cleft lip. She pulled Natasha toward the party and then demanded for some entertainment. Natasha did not readily approve of the demanding behavior, but did not feel like listening to a temper tantrum. She calls Doug on her phone.
"Bring me my violin...oh, and be snappy about it."
Snappy means run bitch, run, and he did. He tripped on his way into the party leaving many girls and boys giggling like crazy. The violin, thankfully, is still in its case and slides across the room. Not anywhere close to Natasha, of course. Doug scrambles up and charges for the violin. He snatches it up and quickly hands it to Natasha.
"Thank you Doug, now go away," she says. Little Gina laughs and looks to Doug. "Yeah man, go away!"
It seems she has a small circle of friends at this party because they are all laughing at Gina's attmept to be adult. She sets the case at her feet and opens it. The violin was a gift, painted witrh black laquer and mother of peral inlays on the neck and base of the violin. She puts the instrument to her chin and draws her bow across it causiong it to make a squealing, high pitched note. The kids cover thier ears, but are soon soothed as she moves into Brahms Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 77. She closes her brown eyes and falls into the music, blocking out the other sounds around her. Its the only way she can play, if she gets into it.  

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 Upon hearing the violin I enter from the kitchen. Truly she has a gift for the instrument, something I never had. I glide through the family, speaking in hushed tones. The music captivating, enthralling the senses, imprisoning the soul. I appear next to Gina's father, Lucius, whom relinquishes his seat. I seat myself falling into the waltz, awaiting the crescendo.  

She starts with the allegro party and the part wildly dashes over the strings. The music fills the room, echoing through the chambers. She sighs softly, like coming down from a great high as the song slowed and finally ended. She opens her eyes and smiles as the kids and parents applaud. She stands and bows, her eyes falling on Goergio.
She gasps softly, setting her violin down befoire walking over to him with a fond and sweet smile, "Goergio."

 "Natasha, my dear that was a very moving piece. I am certain that Gina appreciated the lesson in civility." Glancing at the young girl with a smile. "Your cousin seems to be having some sort of difficulty and it appears to need our attention." I look over at Lucious, in a commanding tone, "We will be commandeering your kitchen, We shall not be disturbed." In a voice that clearly explains I will not take no for an answer.

I rise from my seat and take Natasha by the hand leading her into the kitchen just as I hear a car drive up.

Hero worship shown in her eyes as she looks to Goegrio. She goes with him easily. It had been awhile since she had seen him and there was so much she wanted to say, but now was not the time. Their cousin seemed to be in distraught, from what Goergio said.
"Of course darling," she says to him, walking with him to the kitchen.  

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Alessio enters the house, in the midst of the child's birthday party. While his face is emotionless, his eyes burn with anger. He walks through the house quickly, avoiding the guests and family, though he does drop a wad of money into the collection bowl [$1000]. He says nothing until he enters the kitchen. Seeing that he is alone with Goergio and Natasha, he releases his pent of rage.

"Figlio di una prostituta, bastardi! Taglierò le loro sfere e le alimenterò ai loro bambini!"

Alessio takes hold of himself, breathing hard. He looks to Goergio.

"I went to the White Rabbit, that gentlemen's club Downtown... and something attacked me. I walked through the door and my fucking mind exploded, like it was on fire. I barely made it out... I almost lost it... We have to deal with this."

 "Woah, Who the Fuck are you to tell me what we are going to do? Why don't you just shit on my plate and tell me to eat it, you worthless fuck! If its too much to tell the Capo of the details, I would like to hear it before you just pass off judgement. Know what the Fuck are you talkin about, and I want all the Fuckin details. Oh and kiss your cousin you prick, were you raised in a fucking barn?"

For a moment, Alessio is stunned... but he quickly recovers his good sense. He bows.

"My apologies, Don Goergio, for forgetting my place..."

Then, walking over to Natasha, he kisses his cousin on either cheek. "My apologies as well, cousin. It is lovely to see you."

Turning back to Goergio, "Again, I am sorry, I was overcome with shock and rage. It will not happen again."

 I sit, regarding my cousin and nod, offering my ring. "You just seem excited, know what exactly are you talking about?"

I kiss the Don's ring, the step back and compose myself.

"I went to the White Rabbit Gentleman's club for some... entertainment... and as I walked through the front doors, I was assaulted mentally by... something. I have no idea of knowing what, I saw no one, everything just exploded in my head. I was forced to flee before I lost control. I don't understand, I wasn't even their long enough for someone to get a look at me. It must have been some sort of trap i triggered... Thats all I can think."

 "Seems reasonable, who owns the place? That might lead us to more reliable information. Look into it, and send a couple of random family over to enjoy the atmosphere, nothing more. That should get us a reasonable idea about the place. Perhaps whomever it is that owns the joint has run afoul with the others in the city. Best we don't start stirring the pot until we can get a good idea about the cities political layout. It is good to know, you never know when something like this might become very useful. Especially if they don't know about the joint."

"I will see what I can do, sir. Please excuse me while I make a few phone calls..."

Alessio will use his Bureaucracy influence to trace the utility bills of The White Rabbit. Once that is done, he will use his Finance influence to trace the bank account.  

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She doesn't even bat an eye when Goergio barked at Alessio. Alessio quiets down and Natasha smiles. She was always impressed with Goergio's ability to command. She smiles and returns a kiss to alessio's cheek when he approaches her.
"Its wonderful to see you, and so full of....spirit," she smirks lightly, moving to a chair, she sits watching the scene unfold before her.
"I can send Doug to scope out the place. I'm sure that nasty little pervert won't mind the attanetion from those harlots," she says softly. She looks to Goergio as Alessio excuses himself.
"You know what that sounds like to me?"

"Oh, what is that my dear?"

"Those magicians, mages, whatever they call themselves," she smiles and stands walking over to Goergio. "They could be useful indeed if they are mages."
A delicate finger traces over his forehead, putting a stray hair back in place for him.

 With a quick eye toward Natasha, "Whatever would give you that idea? Did I miss something, or have we been ferreting little bits of information away? I remember hearing bits and pieces about an Orphic Circle two hundred years ago, but the chance of their continued survival is nothing and I know they aren't operating out of a nice skin bar in downtown Sanfield. No, I think this will just require a bit more investigation. I would chock it all up to one of those Warlocks the Cam likes to keep as court magicians. Until we know any different thats where my money lies."

"No ferreting, just sounds like them to me," she says simply, pulling back from him rather quickly. She walks back over to her seat and sits down. Is she sulking? Its quite possible.
"As you wish My Don. What is it you wish me to do?"

 "Come now my dear, it does not become you. I was going to ask you a personal favor. Through me the family has been investing in a local opera house, The Grand. I have heard there is a local singer with some talent in Italian. I would like a private engagement with this person to assess her abilities. I would like for you and Allesio to be there as well, unless you can determine her ability on your own? Either way I am going to be placing this under your capable hands. I am seeking a forum in which to entertain those kindred we currently share our town with. I believe this would satisfy them and grant us a venue to socialize and develop relations that limits our involvement to the Promise. Would you do this for us?"