The Inn of the Singing Rose

Date: 01/11/09'
Setting: The Theatre de Santorus
Players: Satine and Rasha
Synopsis: Satine arrives at the theatre and asks Rasha about sanctuary there.


Satine wonders 'I would be safe?'

Rasha lounges in a chair near the massive staircase that leads to the level above. The lobby was quiet at that time of day. She regards the girl in front of her before answering. "Yes, Christian protects his actors and actresses...you need only join the theatre my dear." she says, lazily twirling one of her strawberry curls about her delicate finger. [Rasha]

Satine thinks on it a moment. "I was actually considering the theatre when I came to Irae, though I've gotten wrapped up in something I don’t think I can escape. Do you think he'd want me here?"

Gray eyes, void of compassion regard her as she slowly sits up straight in the chair. "If you want to make it here, best learn to keep your secrets. Our rules are...strict, but necessary. Simply ask for Christian's protection, I am sure he would grant it." she says, sitting back into the richly upholstered chair. "You can act?" she inquires, returning to twirling the strand of hair. [Rasha]

Satine grins. "Of course I can. And also I’m a very good study. What I don’t know I can learn." She watches the woman a moment. "When can I find Christian, I don’t think I have met him before."


Her expression turns pouty for a second then smoothes as she waves a hand to dismiss what she says as nothing important. "He is out of the city, looking into another actor." she smiles then. "You should, for now, speak with Lady Esta, she will see to getting you a room here. There is rent to meet, of course." she comments wondering just what this girls story was, not that she would ask of course. "I'm Rasha Moncreiffe." she introduces. [Rasha]


Satine smiles and nods. "Pleasure to meet you. I am Satine LeClaire." She smiles happily at the woman. "How much would rent be if you don’t mind me asking."

"A trifle, really, but it depends on what size room you want. Since you are new, likely you get a smaller room...but cozy is good, yes? Those rooms usually run 50 silvers a month." she says, still twirling the strand of hair. [Rasha]

Satine smiles softly as she watches the woman. "You play with your hair often don’t you? You know it will get oily that way." She giggles softly as she continues watching her carefully.

Rasha raises a delicate brow. "Oils are for the living." she says, having only paused a moment. After another moment, she rises from the chair, her deep blue gown was hugging every curve on her lithe body. "Safest thing too...is to remember your place." she says, her voice coming out in a hiss as she starts for the staircase. With a delicate hand on the banister, she pauses, looking back over her shoulder, her strawberry curls brushing her waist. "You can...wait here for Christian." she says in parting. [Rasha]