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[grahamcommawill]

[The video opens to a distinguished dark-haired gentleman looking with an air of imperial coldness at his undoubtedly jealous audience. William von Graham is sitting upon a lavish, plush seat that, of course, looks brand new. Everything he owns looks this way. Except Richie. But he's still new.. His accent may have faded a tad since he moved here a

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[no_fastolfe]

How lovely to see you again this year. I'm sure we'll all come to know and love your... new addition.

[All the disdain. Lisa Foster was raised rich, the heiress to Foster Research Labs, but after her split with her father she rejected his name and his money. As Lisa Allen she's made a name for herself in the technological world, CEO of her own cutting-edge security firm at 30, with her own damn fortune.

She's never liked Von Graham, but she's too well-bred to show it.

She's already planning this year's passive aggressive Christmas card.]

[no_fastolfe]

Allentech is doing quite well, how kind of you to ask. It's so sad, of course, that our current boost in success should come with tragedy at a rival corporation.

[Her jaw tics neatly. After enough alcohol the effect spreads to her eye, but she's only had a few glasses this morning.]

You being in Henry Foster's circles, you of course know of his sad death by stroke. [See if she calls the old bastard 'my father' after he replaced her like that.]

That his successor [Smarmy suckup] was involved in a car crash recently, well, Foster Research has taken a blow. Poor young Mister Olivier is recovering well, but it will be some time before he can resume duty.

[If said car crash hadn't killed Lisa's best friend, she would be in the office this Christmas season solidifying her lead, but things being as they are, drinking and psychiatrist-recommended 'vacation' are the order of the day.]

[cannibalmind]

Oh dear, and here I needed some opinions on the shrimp puffs. [Hannibal comes sashaying in, still in his apron, holding an enameled tray from which tempting smells wafted.]

Come on, gather round a moment, you two can always make an equation out of them if you simply must be mathematical.

[cannibalmind]

He'll master Algebra soon enough; he merely has a confidence problem. [Oo, kisses. Yay. He chases another one.]

Oh, I don't doubt myself, but it's not proper until it has your approval.

I'm going out for supplies in a little, before the snow gets worse. The rarebit needs fresh cheese and tonight's croquettes fresh eggs. Are you craving anything in particular?

[He hesitates a moment. There's something he's been eyeing for Richard, something Will likely wouldn't approve of but which would help both him and a neighbor. Richard needed to learn responsibility, and was likely to do better if inspired rather than drilled. Thus when he went for eggs, he was also going to drop by the Ranch to ask about a buy-and-board of a horse.]

[brbculling]

God, shut up.

[Arthas is from an old family but they cut off his trust fund in May because he kept getting arrested for assault, battery, and both.

He's been to your boring parties, von Graham. He's occasionally made A Scene. :|]

[brbculling]

Don't talk about your mother that way, von Graham. You know she doesn't turn anybody down.

[yup: when in doubt, "i had sex with your mom."]

[strangehstorian]

Well, my party is pretty open-door, but you're welcome to stop by if you like!

[ichoosefight]

Fancy suits do not a gentleman make.

[ooc | Steph is Trip's niece from out of town. She's not a bad kid, but she's totally out to make Trip's life miserable and cause as much trouble as possible. ]

[ichoosefight]

Brainwashing, you mean.

I'm totally sneaking this kid some weed. Really cheap weed.