Gathering: New Guest Reception

[concierge]

The black sign positioned in front of the Dining Hall's main entrance reads:

New Guest Reception
TODAY
6 PM - 8 PM

All guests welcome

In the Dining Hall itself, the chairs have been pushed up against the walls and the long dining table turned into a buffet stocked with finger foods. At the far end of the room is a small bar serving beer, standard cocktails and non-alcoholic drinks.

Comments

[dogchasingcars]

Whirling around, the second half of a triple-dipped tortilla chip in your hand -- what can you say? That bean dip is addictive. -- you smile at the woman, looking her up and down.

"My, my," you murmur. "What have we here?"

Your eyes drift downward, then up again to eyes that likely sparkle in the pale moonlight. The devil would surely pause his dancing to get lost in that bewitching light.

"Nice shoes."

[iwillnotsettledown]

"Um, Louboutins?" she says, lifting one to show him. There are few ways to endear oneself to MacKenzie McHale that work quite as well as complimenting her shoes so she's not running away as she thought she might before.

"Thank you. Not that having designer shoes really matters in this place considering."

[dogchasingcars]

You circle around her, looking at the shoes in question. They are classy, and you always appreciate a higher class of, well, anything. People, criminals, crises...why should shoes be excluded from the list? That would be such an insane thing to do.

"Noth-ing wrong with looking your best," you return in a sing-song voice. "You never know who you mighttttt...run into."

[iwillnotsettledown]

"Very true. I'm MacKenzie, by the way," she says, thinking that introducing herself is probably for the best even if this man does make her a little uneasy. No sense in being rude, right?

"Did you just get here?"

[dogchasingcars]

At the introduction, you began to dig around in the inner breast pocket of your coat. No need to be im-po-lite, so a calling card is in order. That's proper, and you wouldn't want this woman to think you anything but. Ha, ha!

Pressing a playing card emblazoned with a joker upon it into her hand, you say, "You can call me The Joker."

Twitching a little, you put on quite the show of turning around and inspecting the room.

"Oh, no," you say when you face her again. "I've been here for a week or so, but it's just so de-lighful here that it feels like years."

[iwillnotsettledown]

MacKenzie isn't exactly certain she would call this place delightful but it isn't terrible. She thinks the Joker sounds like some sort of strange superhero but she doesn't comment.

"It's not terrible? It's still not Manhattan, though, which is my standard by which I compare all places in the world."