Igraine was awoken by the hated voice of Persephone coming through the announcer in her room.  In contrast to the content of the message, Persephone's voice sounded timid and weak, making Igraine wonder why Father let Persephone make such an important announcement in the first place.  But one word came to Igraine's mind, concidentally, the same word her father used to describe the situation to Persephone with: "War".  This was war, and not even hearing Persephone was enough to spoil Igraine's excitement.

Hopping out of bed, she picked her favorite outfit, the frilly black and crimson dress.  It was considered extravagant, gaudy, and childish, 'trying too hard to be cute', but Igraine had earned her eccentricity with drug money and service to the House.  To finish it off, She put on long black lace stockings and crimson high-heeled ankle boots and burst out of her room, running down the hallways to the foyer.  Leaning on the railing, she shouted for all to hear, [color=ec008c]"Our House will make an offering to Lord Tepes with six pints of the bluest blood to be found in all England!  The blood of the Queen herself!"[/color]  While it might seem stupid to blurt out her idea in the open, what Igraine was counting on was forcing as many people to bear witness to the fact that she had come up with the idea first.  Granted, the idea itself wasn't particularly clever, and Igraine hadn't in the slightest considered the difficulty and the nuance such an operation would entail, but Igraine thought little of details.

Having succeeded in her mission, she smirked and looked around the grand hall, spotting Elizabeth and Laurent approaching each other for a conversation.  Elizabeth she had to respect for her rank, but Laurent could as easily be Igraine's rival and competitor as much as a co-conspirator and ally; either way, neither held sway over the other.  Grabbing the edge of the railing, Igraine somersaulted down to the hall, bypassing the stairs and landed deftly like a cat.  [color=ec008c]"Lady Parks,"[/color] Igraine greeted respectfully, [color=ec008c]"Monsieur de Liberté,"[/color] she greeted with a not-so-hidden smugness, caring little that she was interrupting their conversation, [color=ec008c]"What think you of my idea?  Of course it will take a dedicated team to pull it off, and I wouldn't mind sharing the credit and working in concert with present company.  After all this is for the glory of the House, and [i]my Father[/i], not for personal gain."[/color]