[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=orangered]Caesar Gonzalez[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://i1.wp.com/hombre1.com/wp-content/uploads/stories/dt%20machete.jpg?w=1170[/img][hr][b] [color=orangered]Location:[/color][/b] La Hacienda 
[b][color=orangered]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A [hr][hr][/center]

	The music becoming quieter did lower the overall energy of the viewing. It was to be expected, really, as this might be the point in time when a normal party would be winding down. Start to wind down, anyway. But this was a special occasion, if an occasion that was somber and colored with grief. Caesar and Thalia were both decorated with skull facepaint, matching the vast majority of the others present. It was intended (at least in part) to unify everyone as equals in the presence of Death. For a visual, it seemed to do so admirably. A large jug of spirits was passed around, finding its way to Thalia. Despite her differing skin tone and more urban appearance, she was able to tilt it back like a born and bred local, after which she passed it along to her uncle. 

	Caesar nodded his approval and performed a similar action, drinking deeply of the homemade spirits before himself passing it to the person next to him. It was an odd sort of ritual. They all were, to anyone unfamiliar with the family. It was a seamless blending of the Old Religion with the New with bits of superstitions thrown into the mix. Not so much because they believed in the superstitions, but because they had become harmless and nostalgic tradition, symbolizing actions from centuries ago that were no longer feasible to practice in full form due to legalities, barbarism, or simply good taste. 

	The thought hit Caesar that he had not seen his brother in a while, and Maria even longer than that. The two of them should feature prominently in the hubbub of the evening, though he could understand why they might want to be left alone. Things seemed to be in order here. Perhaps it was time to locate the lady who would be running part of his business for the foreseeable future and the father of the young lady he was allowing to return to California with him. He was certain that they had something to discuss. 


[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b8860b]J. Keystone[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]http://bodypower.loxblog.com/upload/b/bodypower/image/mariusz-pudzianowski.jpg[/img][hr][b][color=b8860b]Location:[/color][/b] Queensguard Industries R&D, (just outside) Elizabeth's Office
[b][color=b8860b]Skills:[/color][/b] Leadership, Security Procedures [hr][hr][/center]

	Just like that, Keystone was dismissed as if he were delivering Thai food to a board meeting. He was not happy with this turn of events, not at all. But he was technically The Help, and they were the important people with whom he rarely associated anyway. He maintained the appearance of a dutiful security agent, which technically he was supposed to be at that moment anyway. Luckily for him, there was still the lady he had left inside of Ms. Queensguard's office for protection before he left to usher in Mrs. Pye from the main gate. Keystone spoke into his comm, which to the best of his knowledge had not been compromised just yet. [color=b8860b]"Vinters, keep tabs and brief me later on, yeah? I ain't invited in, looks about."[/color] 

	As it was, Keystone could very well have gone back into the party room, greeted old friends from across the pond and done a bit of Cockney'ing about, but there were more pressing issues at play right then. Starters being the fact that he'd gotten no more word from the rest of his team, including Alicia's people from Seattle. He was wary as hell about the whole situation, and very close to chucking it all and calling it a night, all the while daydreaming about setting the whole place ablaze and dancing naked among the ruins like a drunken pagan. But that would be a horrible dereliction of his duties. Instead, he used his comm once more to try and get some sort of hold on their original situation. [color=b8860b]"Huang, Whitmore, Ibanez. Report. All of ya, now. Where're we at? Start with Ibanez."[/color]