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[center][h1][color=c4df9b]Jeanette 'Mosi' Crane[/color][/h1]
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Location:  The Mournweald Estate then The Almack's.[/center]
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 After the chat with her father, Mosi was in clearly better mood. Her smile had returned to her face despite what she was dressed with and how her hair looked. Surprisingly enough she didn't mind it as much now as she simply wanted to get this show on the way. For formality's sake, she had agreed with her family that she'd leave first with a carriage and her parents and siblings will join later at the proper start of the event.

 [color=c4df9b]“We will meete later, be careful! Don't forget the weapons!”[/color] She called as she was climbing into the hackney. She was dressed in elegant long black dress typical for the current fashion of London, but made so it also had a certain air of simplicity to it. The design was clean without any needless elements. That said on the back of her waist there were the pair of axes she used, attached to their sheaths and around her waist. Finally the last detail that came with the dress as an accessory of sorts was a veil to cover her face. It was simple enough that she had nothing against using it. A fact her mother was very happy about, hoping to use how great Mosi looked in a dress to hopefully get some possible suitors and candidates for marriage. On other hand she had nothing against the veil cause she viewed it the same way she saw face paint.

 [color=c4df9b]“To the Almack's.”[/color] She said to the driver with a smile and moments later felt the bumping of the wheels on the uneven roads. Bad feeling was still present in the back of her mind. She really hoped this didn't turn into a meatgrinder or a bloodbath of sorts.

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  Sure enough Jeanette arrived in time and had gotten to inspecting the presence guards right away. She wasn't going to let willingly negligence be the fault of any possible tragedy. She did get some curios eyes from a passerby or two as she had left her hackney, but the invitation letter did it's intended job and soon she was inside and inspecting as her job was.