The Regent Grand Hotel

The Tremere jaw half drops and her eyes widens, but she can't speak just yet to what the other man told her. Once she finds her words, she speaks to him as he leaves.
(Corinna) Sore.. ?! Good lord I cannot stand this. I'll let him know of your message if I see him.

She doesn't say "When" she'll see Lyle, but "If".

Chris pauses for a second, already standing in the doorway. He tilts his head, listening to the reply he gets, then contemplates his own response. He then turns around and begins to walk to where the Tremere librarian is standing, his smile entirely innocent.

subterfuge>2:

He comes to a stop before her, looks at her, then all of a sudden leans in a places a quick peck on her lips. With a wink, he steps back. “Do make sure to add that to the message when you see Lyle. Thanks, you're a doll.” Grinning, he turns around and leaves the room, leaving the poor Tremere behind in the Foyer alone to her thoughts.

Arriving at the Hotel, Estela brings the borrowed Vespa to a stop in front of the entrance. She shuts the engine off, then proceeds to take off the helmet, shaking her head a little to get her hair out of 'helmet mode'. In momentary silence, she looks up at the Hotel, hands still resting on the helmet. Then, as though only just remembering, Estela turns to William.
“Well, here we are.” An unnecessary comment. She waits for the Tremere to climb off of the Vespa, her fingers idly tapping the surface of the helmet. Estela's mind appears to be elsewhere as her gaze returns to the Hotel.

perception+empathy>5 or conscience>3:

“Have fun in there,” she says, not really looking at William even though this is clearly directed at him. “and do tell Lyle that I said 'hi'. If you see him that is.” In a swift motion, Estela puts the helmet back on her head, and restarts the engine with the intent to leave William to go into the Hotel alone.

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William studies Estela for a moment as he get's off the Vespa, during which he addressed her with a matter of fact tone after a short shoulder pat as thanks. "You are welcome to give Lyle a visit you know, nothing is stopping you from going. However, avoid Lord Tarcisus, he is eccentric to say the least and the oldest Tremere in Bordeaux at the moment. Nothing a Fledgeling Malkavian or Toreador should interact with, whichever you truly are. Either way, enjoy your evening, for pleasant company you are however."

He slowly walked inside the hotel, not exactly waiting for a response as he opened the door to the hotel reception. He gave a short nod to the receptionist if it is someone he has interacted with before and walks up to the Elysium and continued to the entry of the Chantry if there is no one present.

Duncan welcomes the woman with a smile.

Hello.  I'm waiting for one of your... regular patrons; a recent arrival named William.  I don't believe he's here yet, or the woman giving him a ride would be out here as well.  I'll just have a seat and wait for him, if that's okay?

Marie nods, understanding.
(Marie) I saw him leave earlier, but if you are willing to wait, please take a seat. Should I bring you anything?

A more careful look at the woman will give Duncan a strange information ; she's nervous for some reason, she is even shaking a little. The smell of coffee behind the lobby show she had a few cups, but it's just not caffeine kicking in. She's also a little pale, but that's normal considering night jobs.

Duncan looks at the woman thoughtfully for a second or two, before he shakes his head and replies.

No, thank you.  I'm not a coffee drinker, and you look a bit too... drained to help me with what I desire.  These night jobs take their toll, don't they?  Maybe some other time.  I'll just wait for my friends.

He points at the chairs, and walks over to a cushy armchair.  Once seated, Duncan sets the bag at his feet, and waits patiently; although he does take out his phone abd check the time.

Corinna enters the foyer, obviously coming directly from the Chantry. She looks like almost every night, and in contrast to the visibly shaken receptionist, she seems to be at ease - at least she is business-like as she always is in Elysiums.
She doesn't hurry through the hall, slowly walking over to where Duncan is sitting, and stops at a polite distance to his seat, offering an equally polite smile as a welcome.
"Good evening, Monsieur Oliver. May I ask what brought you here tonight?"
She clasps her hands behind her back, posture as straight as if she'd swallowed a stick, but her voice is friendly. The way she voices her question, she seems ready to offer assistance if necessary.

perception + empathy > 5 or auspex 2 or perception + subterfuge >5 :

William strides inside with a soft 'tik tik' of his cane as he made his way past the reception, giving a brief smile and wave towards the reception. Once he made his way to the Elysium, he pauses a moment as he sees Anson, shrugs and walks over to the other 2 kindred.
"Duncan, Corinna."

His eyes held a question as he observed Ansons' stance, without revealing too much to Duncan, he said towards Ansons.
"Has there been a... development?"

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