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Decmber 6, 1998 |
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Yosannah saunters into the Lobby. She removes her sunglasses and pauses abruptly before she realizes she isn't alone. "Oh, Hey, Lance." She glances at Bryce who stands at the window. Lancelot is sitting with a notepad in his lap. Yo moves behind Lance and glances at his notepad, "What's up with him?" she whispers.
Lancelot says " He's been standing there staring out the window for a while now."
Yosannah peers over at Bryce, "Ah.." She whispers to Lance, "He okay?"
Lancelot shrugs, "I guess so. He spoke to me earlier."
Yosannah stands behind the couch as she talks to Lance. She rests her elbows on the back and her chin in her hands, "So..." She whispers a little too loudly. Perhaps intentionally, "Yeah.. what did he say?"
Lancelot turns and tilts his head to speak with Yo, "He merely asked if I knew if Mr. Stone was going to arrive tonight. That's about it." and smiles.
Yosannah looks over at Bryce, "Hey, Prince ah.." she snaps her fingers and looks at Lance, "what is his name again?"
Bryce turns to face the other two, "Bryce. Just Bryce, please."
Yosannah nods, "Sorry. Stone was here this morning. Said he had 'business' I wouldn't expect him back any time this evening." She shrugs and teases, "not that 'I' would know anything about what 'you' club members do."
Bryce says "Don't you?"Yosannah tilts her head coyly and smiles.
Lancelot chuckles, "I believe that you know quite well Miss Yosannah."
Lancelot stops what he was about to say and looks at Bryce, "She mentioned the title 'Prince', may I ask what land or Shadow you are Prince of?"
Bryce considers Lancelot, "If you are Stone's man and here, then I will assume you can be trusted." Bryce pauses to look at Yosannah.
She holds her palms up, facing Bryce as if to offer a 'whatever' "Hey, I can cover my ears if you like. "
Lancelot smiles, "I would hope so, seeing as I'm his bodyguard."
Bryce says "De'alund."
Hel comes in from the lobby.
Lancelot casually flips to a clean sheet of paper and writes something: (you dated Mr. Stone, you know quite a bit.)
Hel peeks her head in before entering completely.
Bryce turns as the door opens. He falls silent.
Yosannah smiles at something Lance writes down before looking up at Hel's arrival. "Hel! Hey, girl!"
Lancelot nods, "I've never heard of that place Sir. No offense. Maybe someday you could show me around?"
Bryce frowns, "I am sorry, but we are not very welcoming of outsiders."
Yosannah does a double take at Bryce's words.
Hel dimples her cheeks with a smile and waves her fingers, "hi. didn't mean to interrupt. sorry."
Lancelot looks at Hel, "You are never an interruption M'Lady."
Yosannah smiles and shakes her head, "Actually, no. I just stopped by to get my car-keys and my car. I trumped out of here this morning and left it here." She nods at the keys on the end table near the couch. Yosannah smiles, then laughs, "Prin.. er Bryce. This is one of Stone's daughters. Hel, Bryce. Bryce , Hel." She mumbles at Hel, "He's new I guess.
Bryce says, "you were Skoll's sister"
Hel steps inside and bows toward Bryce, still smiling. "dozo yoroshiku, Bryce-san." then she adds with a nod, "hai. i am."
Bryce smiles, "She was a student of mine."
Lancelot interrupts, "Oh? A student of what?"
Hel's smile turns into an impish grin, "a better student than i'd make, i'll wager."
Bryce smiles, "Why not ask her?"
Lancelot smiles and reaches into his shirt. He produces a trump and stares at it . "I think I will."
Yosannah covers her mouth as she peeks at Lance's trump of Stone. "Very funny.." she mumbles.
Lancelot concentrates on the trump for a few moments. Soon he appears to make contact. He mutters something unintelligible, waits, nods, mutters something again and nods once more.
Hel saunters over to Lancelot, her hands clasped casually behind her back. "what color is her hair?"
Lancelot brings his eyes back into focus as he puts the trump away inside his shirt.
Yosannah chuckles some more.
Lancelot looks over at Hel, "I wouldn't know. That wasn't her. It was my database I was talking to." and smiles.
Yo just shakes her head and smirks.
Hel nods. "i see." she breathes a tiny stage sigh and shakes her head.
Yosannah laughs, "So.." she shakes the laugh off, "what's up, Hel?"
Hel smiles brightly at Yosannah, "profits. and my reputation. my movie should start filming in a week or so."
Lancelot whispers to Yo "Jeez, you're a big help."
Yosannah smiles lightly at Lance, "Movie" she turns toward the girl, "what movie?"
Hel takes a walk around Lancelot, circling him in causal scrutiny. looking the fellow up and down, she shakes her head as if disappointed about something then a nswers Yosannah, "girls and guns. it's called 'Hel of a Wedding'."
Bryce chuckles. "Mr. Stone accepted your request of a quick means to your club." re staring?"
Yosannah smiles, ignoring Lance's comment "Ah. That's rather catchy, Hel. I'm guessing you're starring?"
Hel grins at both Yosannah and Lancelot. "i am." she points a finger at Yosannah and winks.
Hel glances over to Bryce and puts a finger to her lips. "shh. don't tell my sister. it's a surprise."
Yo smirks, "Somehow I don't think Bryce will ever tell a soul."
Yosannah nudges Lance again, "What's with the notebook? You make people nervous."
Hel pokepokes Lancelot.
Lancelot looks up at Yosannah, "Merely putting my thoughts down on paper. I'd hate to forget important details." Lancelot chuckles and slightly leans away from Hel.
Hel sticks her tongue out at Lancelot, "no, I'm -paranoid-, not _typhoid_. it's not contagious."
Lancelot says "Actually, I'm multi-tasking right now. Compiling my notes from last night while listening to the banter here."
Hel walks over to Yosannah and wraps her arms around her waist in a spontaneous hug. Hel lets go of her hug and just leans on Yosannah's side. "Dad needs a -real- woman around here. Alayne just doesn't cut it."
Yosannah sighs dramatically and smiles, "I.... can only be in so many places at once, Hel."
Hel smirks at Yo, "ah."
Yosannah glances at Bryce out of the corner of her eye, "Come on, Hel. Seriously . Alayne isn't all that bad."
Hel wrinkles her petite nose, "i know i know. i was being silly."
Yosannah wrinkles her nose too, "Good."
Lancelot merely sits and listens and mutters nothing further.
Hel looks at Yosannah then Lancelot, then walks over to him. she crooks a finger, beckoning him down to her height. Lancelot straightens from his slouching and gains more height, eyebrows raised in question. Hel leans over and licks the tip of Lancelot's nose. Hel straightens back up and sighs dramatically, folding her arms across her chest. "you don't deal with unusual circumstances very well, do you?"
Lancelot shrugs, "Not someone licking my nose in mixed company." and smiles.
Hel grins, "and who dresses you? Dad?"
Yosannah mumbles, "...I think your dad's taste is worse."
Lancelot glances around, slightly embarrassed, "Um, can I plead the fifth on all counts?"
Hel snickers.
Yosannah laughs, "on that note." She practically skips over to the end table and grabs her keys. "I'll catch you all later."
Lancelot brightens up, "Tell you what. Give me a few minutes and I will go upstairs and change, ok?"
Hel leans down, reaches under Lancelot's cape and withdraws a trump. She waves it at Yosannah, "baibai."
Bryce waves to Yosannah.
Lancelot tries to snatch it back before she can look at it.