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Amen Fashion, on the runway
Who: Whisper and Seraphina
When: Late afternoon/early eveningish
Where: Whisper's home/office
Seraphina was beginning to like this city. She had little patience for American nowhere towns (and in her mind, anything but New York or L.A. qualified as nowhere), but there were a few here she thought would be worth her time. Some endeavors she was even looking forward to. Yes, she could stay for a few weeks, maybe even longer, without a great deal of suffering. More would need to be done to properly establish her in the community, however. The bombing had given her the perfect opportunity. Oh yes. Seraphina had plans.
An early step of these plans had been an appointment with Whisper Charlton. The fashion guru had outed herself recently, and despite Seraphina's mixed feelings on the fangers, she thought the two could come to a mutually beneficial arrangement. Sure, Whisper could potentially scent out what Seraphina was - but why should she care? She was of no threat to Whisper. At the moment. The fact that she'd instructed her son to observe a dream or two - observe, only observe - and tell her how to behave in such a meeting, well... what Whisper didn't know couldn't hurt her. Lazarus had been on his best behavior, and Seraphina felt confident that she'd received good advice. Flattery was the way to go here.
After opening Seraphina's door for her, the driver escorted her up the walk, umbrella in hand. Seraphina instructed him to wait for her, and rang the bell.
When: Late afternoon/early eveningish
Where: Whisper's home/office
Seraphina was beginning to like this city. She had little patience for American nowhere towns (and in her mind, anything but New York or L.A. qualified as nowhere), but there were a few here she thought would be worth her time. Some endeavors she was even looking forward to. Yes, she could stay for a few weeks, maybe even longer, without a great deal of suffering. More would need to be done to properly establish her in the community, however. The bombing had given her the perfect opportunity. Oh yes. Seraphina had plans.
An early step of these plans had been an appointment with Whisper Charlton. The fashion guru had outed herself recently, and despite Seraphina's mixed feelings on the fangers, she thought the two could come to a mutually beneficial arrangement. Sure, Whisper could potentially scent out what Seraphina was - but why should she care? She was of no threat to Whisper. At the moment. The fact that she'd instructed her son to observe a dream or two - observe, only observe - and tell her how to behave in such a meeting, well... what Whisper didn't know couldn't hurt her. Lazarus had been on his best behavior, and Seraphina felt confident that she'd received good advice. Flattery was the way to go here.
After opening Seraphina's door for her, the driver escorted her up the walk, umbrella in hand. Seraphina instructed him to wait for her, and rang the bell.