The Imperial Pub « Thread Started on Aug 7, 2005, 12:24pm »
The Imperial is not a great pub, but it is not poor. To it's merit it does have a reasonable outside grassed area and is reasonably spacious on the inside, as well as not being filled by loud music. It is, however, a cheap place and often frequented by students and other undesirables.
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #1 on May 29, 2008, 7:36pm »
-- 14/09/05 Early Evening -- Mrs. Wiggington is not easily recognised, she sits in the pub with a glass of orange juice, it is currently not busy enough for the free seats at the table have become occupied though it is by no means deserted. She appears to be well into her thirties and is dressed a attractively, but tastefully so, with bright but not garish colours and a respectable show of jewellery. Only someone who knew a lot more would know she's here for a reason. That person is Christof.
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #2 on May 30, 2008, 11:06pm »
He's stood at the bar for a while, watching people watch people. Seeing if anyone watches the people he watches, or him, for that matter. Dressed in a casual suit and dark shirt with neatly trimmed hair and a clean shaven face the short and stocky man doesn't stand out from any other punter in this den of student iniquity.
With a bare trace of his heritage in his voice, Christof orders another glass of water.
(hopefully) Satisfied that no-one cares about their rendez-vous, Christof takes his drink and steps lightly through the milling drinkers to take a seat at Mrs. Wiggington's table.
He's careful to keep his body language casual and friendly, as if she were a friend or aquaintance from work. Not so casual so as to appear to be flirting (she was a married woman after all and standards of conduct must be maintained) and not so formal as to appear to be in a meeting such as they were. It's a fine line to walk, but Chris is a people person.
"Good evening. Christof Marik, we spoke earlier in the week."
I was walking down Exeter high street today and there was this crowd waiting outside Boots, it must have been a fire drill or something, and I couldn't help myself, I just had to shout out: "It's a Bomb!"
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #3 on May 31, 2008, 11:27am »
There doesn't appear to be any sign of unwanted observers, so Christof arrives at her table unmolested. She looks up and smiles at Christof coolly. "Good evening Mr. Marik." Her mood is, clearly, quite serious. She does look a little nervous, but she's doing her best to keep it under control.
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #4 on Jun 1, 2008, 11:38am »
Mindful of the fact that he's in the presence of decent upstanding people and not unliving scum, Christof avoids the direct approach, instead allowing her to determine her own pace. She no doubt had her own moral qualms to assuage before the night was out. He takes a sip of water.
"I trust you are well? My friend has been delayed a little. He should be here in a few minutes."
Not only his slight accent but also his choice of words set him apart, the overt formality of one not speaking in his native tongue. Neither Piotr nor Christof use much slang.
I was walking down Exeter high street today and there was this crowd waiting outside Boots, it must have been a fire drill or something, and I couldn't help myself, I just had to shout out: "It's a Bomb!"
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #5 on Jun 1, 2008, 7:37pm »
"Yes, well enough." The terse conversation is further indication of her tension. She seems to be taking an inordinate amount of interest in Christof's collar between periods of looking around for anyone paying more attention than she'd like. "So what exactly is your interest in this matter?"
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #6 on Jun 4, 2008, 8:57pm »
With a nod and a smile, Christof is happy to chat and set her at ease. Like any Ghoul he loves to talk about his Domitor.
"The circles you work in, you know of Mr Kiruschenkov?"
He trusts to Piotr's local minor Fame to set her mind working. They had cultivated a sterling public image for these situations. Still, he avoids launching into a monologue, better that she cone to her own, favourable conclusions. Certainly he will not be able to railroad her. This is, after all, a middle-aged woman...
I was walking down Exeter high street today and there was this crowd waiting outside Boots, it must have been a fire drill or something, and I couldn't help myself, I just had to shout out: "It's a Bomb!"
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #7 on Jun 4, 2008, 10:12pm »
"Yes, I've heard the name. Named heir to Mr. Mardon, a man of some repute in his time." Whether this information went over well was not readily apparent. "I've heard of his connections or I wouldn't even consider this. My interest is what you - or he - would gain from the information I might have." Clearly, trust is in short supply.
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Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #8 on Jun 13, 2008, 6:17pm »
Contemplatively he leans on one elbow and bites his lip for a moment as he composes his thoughts.
Where lies are dangerous, truth suffices.
"It is something hard to explain to one who has never been homeless and without family. We came here with nothing and this place welcomed us with open arms, we few sick and disfigured orphans. You gave us homes and a future. We are grateful. Piotr and I take a great interest in Exeter. We have invested time and money into projects to the benefit of all, to return the favour. We know and understand that the foundation upon which all this rests is stable governance. To see corruption and sedition within is an offence. It undoes all the good that has been done."
Because if another Kindred has a controlling interest in the Mayor's office then ours is lessened. One day my inner monologue will come back to haunt me.
I was walking down Exeter high street today and there was this crowd waiting outside Boots, it must have been a fire drill or something, and I couldn't help myself, I just had to shout out: "It's a Bomb!"
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #9 on Jun 14, 2008, 9:26am »
Mrs. Wiggington listens politely as Christof spins his sob-story and when he's finished she nods in symapthy. As she replies, she has a little trouble meeting his eye after her initial mistrust of these poor orphans only trying to return the kindness of the society that took them in. "I might know some things about..." She hesitates, not really ready to say anything particular publically. "...my associate. Things that could be seen in a questionable light, but are not strong enough for official questioning. These things I might know are almost certainly things that someone like me shouldn't know... or share." At least Christof doesn't seem to be losing his touch.
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #10 on Jun 14, 2008, 6:24pm »
Nodding sympathetically, Christof sips from his glass as she sketches out her worries. He has the traditional solution. When he replies his voice is pitched not to carry far, and carries warmth and an absence of recrimination:
"I appreciate your position, and your professional integrity will not be compromised."
He makes the last words a promise. Christof feels it important to cultivate her as a source, not just to wring her dry and discard her. After all, another point of contact in the Civic Centre is a valuable asset.
"You are not alone, and neither are we. Anything you pass on will be a part of a greater work, facts can be confirmed from other sources and built upon. If our suspicions are confirmed then we will act accordingly."
Discretely, with a minimum of fuss to avoid scandal and put the tool of another in our pocket.
Again he tries to make a point with his last sentence, implying his lack of prejudgment and an even-handed approach. People so often only remember the last thing they hear.
I was walking down Exeter high street today and there was this crowd waiting outside Boots, it must have been a fire drill or something, and I couldn't help myself, I just had to shout out: "It's a Bomb!"
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #11 on Jun 14, 2008, 7:39pm »
Christof earns himself a tight-lipped smile, a small sign of confidence as he reassures her of his understanding. She continues in what could seem like a complete change of subject to the casual listener. "So suppose someone wanted to give this friend of yours some information, without wanting to take credit for it. How would they do so?"
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #12 on Jun 15, 2008, 6:18am »
He finds it kind of cute in a childish way how Mrs Wiggington cautiously dips a toe into sedition and espionage, choosing her words carefully. Sad though, that she didn't know what she was getting into.
"With the greatest of ease, and in the manner of your choosing. You can meet him yourself, or tell me. You could come out to the house, we could meet at yours, or I could hire a private room somewhere."
He finishes just a shade quieter.
"We do generally avoid the use of phones and email for sensetive issues."
And we should definitely do something nice for you. Perhaps without your knowlege? Yes, much better that way. Another thread among many to tie you.
I was walking down Exeter high street today and there was this crowd waiting outside Boots, it must have been a fire drill or something, and I couldn't help myself, I just had to shout out: "It's a Bomb!"
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #13 on Jun 15, 2008, 9:54am »
All the excitement is beginning to get to her a little, so she sips at her orange juice to mask it and calm herself down. "I suppose I... they would go to meet him. Then they could discuss it out of the way in privacy." Christof had briefly derailed her approach, but she was back on track shortly.
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #14 on Jun 16, 2008, 4:49am »
Fair play to her for sticking to her guns and trying to remain obtuse. Christof humours her. As if it had vibrated on silent, he looks briefly at the screen of his mobile before putting it away again.
"As it happens Mr Kiruschenkov is unforseeably forced to work from home this evening. Mardon house is a most private location, and comfortable also. "
With a wry glance around them he makes the favourable comparison to a chain pub in the early evening.
I was walking down Exeter high street today and there was this crowd waiting outside Boots, it must have been a fire drill or something, and I couldn't help myself, I just had to shout out: "It's a Bomb!"
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #15 on Jun 16, 2008, 9:20am »
Another sip of the orange juice and another nervous look around the bar precede her reply. "I'm not sure if they are available tonight. Their spouse might worry. They would be able to visit in a week maybe?"
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #16 on Jun 18, 2008, 5:14am »
"Time is of the essence. From what we have learned events are moving on."
He pulls back and inclines his head, indicating acceptance.
"Nevertheless, as soon as they can manage will be soon enough."
Reverse psychology. A very old trick but suprisingly effective. 'You see how important this is, but that's OK, do it in your own time. Feel the guilt, how your selfish delay costs society as a whole...' It works best on children and lovers, but Mrs Wiggington might be far enough out of her comfort zone, and if not, then all he had done was indicate the urgency of the situation and then accede to her wishes.
I was walking down Exeter high street today and there was this crowd waiting outside Boots, it must have been a fire drill or something, and I couldn't help myself, I just had to shout out: "It's a Bomb!"
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #17 on Jun 18, 2008, 1:21pm »
The manipulation is perhaps a little too transparent, Christof is not talking to someone that is either young or inexperienced. The trust he'd earned with the pity line diminishes and whatever gentility she'd allowed to enter her expression hardens, though she's still pleasant enough. "That will be next week then."
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #18 on Jun 25, 2008, 10:28pm »
With a rueful smile to let her know that he knows she knows, Christof sets down his drink.
"Of course. Here is my card, should anything come up in the meantime. I am available at any hour of the day."
He attempts to repair the damage done with careless words with a sincere apology:
"...and I apologise if you have felt pressured. I fear I can become too fixated on the business at hand to the exclusion of courtesy and consideration."
It's always better to get these things out in the open, a small festering slight can sour an entire business relationship whereas open apology establishes trust. It's just not a sneaky thing to do.
I was walking down Exeter high street today and there was this crowd waiting outside Boots, it must have been a fire drill or something, and I couldn't help myself, I just had to shout out: "It's a Bomb!"
Re: The Imperial Pub « Reply #19 on Jun 26, 2008, 8:58am »
She nods curtly and takes the card, skimming it briefly before placing it in a pocket. "They would probably be able to visit at... oh... about this time next week, if that is suitable?" Christof can't be sure if he's gained any measure of trust back, but in the least he hasn't done any harm.
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