Le Grand Théâtre

William nods at the Elysium keeper and waves at Fred, then turns to Miriel to respond to het question but is interrupted by her partner.
"Right, that definitely pushes things along."
He looked around and studied the group.
"I think the best method of transportation seems to be to simply walk over there, unless someone has a better idea?"

William will most likely just follow the group since they know the area a lot better then he does.

OOC:

The Gargoyle looks about as everyone discusses how to get to El Bodegon, then gives a slight sigh.

"I'll meet you there, then."

Rufus then proceeds to walk to the roof.

Miriel uncrosses her arms and puts her hands on her hips, responding to Duncan's comment about Fred wistfully, He's scared pissless of me. She shakes her head, smirking slightly at the thought.

She doesn't speak again until William asks for suggestions about transportation, We can take the tram, but we have to go now if we want to catch the last one.

Duncan watches the gargoyle exit the deambulatoire and turn toward the 'up' staircase, and he sighs too. I hate the tram. Those ticket booths too.

Very well. At least it won't be crowded.

Duncan does a self-check to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything, such as his laptop case. Then he looks at William and Estela.

Ready?

"Fine by me."
William responded as he looked around for everyone's responses and followed the group.

Laure speaks with Fred as she leaves, but stops close to the entrances for the play, and signing Celine hello as she passes by. She makes sure they aren't on the way of the others when they'll leave.
(Laure) I'll need you to keep a close eye on the Sheriff, Fred, to investigate him or his doings. I can't follow him myself, I'm not crafty enough, and I do have to continue the work. I know he is Malkavian, so I don't really understand him, but something isn't normal. I don't doubt his loyalty towards the Camarilla nor the Prince... but...

She's unsure. The stress is making her be paranoid. The Sheriff and herself were the ones who brought Robert Degrelle to his final death for covering a Sabbat nest, which had caused Laure's daughter's death in 2000. Doubting him now is certainly something to think about.

Is it because of the woman? Has he done something to her that the Camarilla doesn't approve of?
Ah! But what of the promise I made to Mister Lehin to ensure your safety?

Estela's eyes widen when the gargoyle appears and approaches them, not in fear but surprise. She follows its every movement with close, curious observation, seeming to try and memorize every little detail She blinks in distraction when she's greeted by Miriel and Duncan, regarding them only briefly. The young kindred sends them a bright, friendly smile, but quickly returns to her observations of the Gargoyle. Only when her name is mentioned again does she look away from the creature, her gaze showing some confusion because she'd missed parts of the conversation.
“Ah, you can just call me Estela. I much prefer that.” She gives a small smile, beginning to follow the conversation. She nods at what Miriel says. “Should be possible to catch that one, yes.” Estela stands from the chair, ready to move out with the others. “I don't have anything still to do here, so I'm ready to go.”

Duncan nods as everyone says they are ready to leave. After the last one, he promptly heads out of the deambulatoire, and downstairs to the Theatre exit.

As they start across the Place de la Comedie toward the tram station by the Regent Grand hotel, Duncan starts a little idle conversation with the Tremere.

So, William... are you into the new technology like Kersten, or are you a wands and eye of newt kind of guy?

ST lets you guys continue into the Place de la Comedie topic, where the tramway passes. You can carry on the discussion there, for the tramway travel as well, and then eventually go for the Victoire plaza/macdonalds and Bodegon bar topics (if needed, you can skip the Victoire plaza topic and go directly to the bar).




Laure raises an eyebrow, curious about Fred's words, but she doesn't ask.
(Laure) Do not worry about Jerome, he thinks I'm a weak flower because I am a woman, but I am quite as strong and capable as he is. We did what we had to. The play will soon end, here, and I know Primogen Darvault is there. Speak to him, would you ?

Ponders for a very short moment before nodding and smiling.
Very well! I shall speak with Primogen Darvault and then follow my uncle.
Should I tell the Primogen of your current objectives or is there another matter you would have me discuss with him?

Thoughtful, Laure stays silent a few moments after she heard Fred's questions. She looks away, shutting herself down a moment then gives a certain optimistic look at him.
(Laure) I'll let you think about it yourself, Fred, you must grow up and make decisions yourself. You're smart enough, Fred, and I trust you know what to ask and to do. Ask Primogen Darvault about the people he saw...

The Toreador smiles and nods.
(Laure) Gregory is a kind person. Use what you know and put pieces together. You'll manage.

She turns to leave but doesn't run off without letting a chance to the Malkavian to ask her something.

Fred speaks in a mumble to himself rather than directly to Laure.
If she keeps on walking, she will be free of her babysitter duties!
I don't understand. What should I tell him? Why would she ask of me to speak with him if not told what to speak about? This world is so strange sometimes.

Fred slowly begins moving to inside the theatre in search for the primogen. If he finds the primogen he will take a moment before approaching assuming the primogen isn't obviously occupied with something.

Fred tries, and fails, to gain entrance to the theatre at which point he wonders around aimlessly around the place while mumbling to himself. After a short moment he walks outside and begins wandering there instead, heading towards the Regent Grand Hotel.

Fred slows down and tries to calm himself to prevent making a scene.
Lacking success in tracking down the Primogen, he instead searches for employers to ask. Naturally -for the sake of convenience- this leads him to Celine.

Good evening and pardon my rush, can you by chance tell me if Primogen Darvault is still in the theatre, and if so, where?

It's also because most staff of the room do not know all kindred by name. Celine is obviously the link between them and the kindred world, keeping them apart. Celine notices Fred and offers him a very polite smile. She makes sure she is not being heard around, approaching and lowering her voice for privacy's sake.
(Celine) Actually he is. I'm afraid he did not find his date interesting enough to bring home. If you are not so much in a hurry, you could wait until he is done with his date. If you want to interrupt him, he is still inside. He was seated on the balconies.

Fred likewise lowers his voice.
Ah, that is a shame indeed.
If I seat myself near this location, would it be guaranteed that he arrives through this path once his date is over?

The ghoul nods to confirm the Malkavian's thoughts.
(Celine) We'll probably see him leave through these doors. I will tell him to wait if I see him. In the meantime, would you do me a favor ?

Ah! It is only fitting for your assistance.
What can I assist you with?