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	In the Music Room, where the vast amount of fuckery that was afoot seemed to be occurring right then stood Jasper. He had received one version of this story from Mr. Titian. And while he had been given a different story from Dr. Swamp, it wasn't completely different. It seemed to just be abridged. Then came the third tale and this one was far different. Yet it was clear that Jasper wasn't exactly buying at least one of these tall tales. Which was though was yet to be revealed. "If it were not for the mess I would have to clean up I would as soon as run you all through than listen to anymore," he stated flatly. There was a pause before he continued. "Yet that is not up to me, that is up to my master." Holding his hand out towards Walnut. "Give me the key before I change my mind." There was still shaking at the other side of the door which lead into the Joyous corridor and then a knock, followed by a feminine voice. "Just a moment Jane," Jasper called out and the fidgeting with the knob ceased.
	
	Over in the Lunar Ballroom, there was less fuckery, at least so it seemed. Three of the unmasked men were converged towards the northernmost area of the room conversing quietly among themselves. The male attendant up on the small balcony above watched the scene as more came in but he said not a word. The only one speaking was the one addressing Miss Creme. Leaning against the edge of the piano. "Unexpected surprises so far but pleasant ones, more than I say for others from the sounds of it," he said in passing. Granted he hadn't heard the gun shot. No one that had been in the ballroom had, that noise hadn't quite traveled far enough. "Though I would like to get to our performance so I can do." There was a pause. "Other things."

	There was the sound of footsteps on the stairs that lead down from the floors above out in the Central Hall. It was Lord Bardolf. Oliver's head swung on a pivot to look at the man who came over to him. "Alert the kitchen staff of the changes and then inform Margarete of attentions that must be made," he said to Oliver before catching a glance of Amaranthine rushing to keep up with Quinton. The boy nodded and rushed off through the door to his east, to the area of the manor the uninvited guests were not privy to at this time. The door closed behind him as he watched Quinton move into the Grand Vestibule. Quinton didn't see the Lord of the Manor as he did and Bardolf's lips thinned. 

	(Cobalt and Blush will be receiving PM's shortly.)