*A Lunch Party at the Foundation*

[ibn_al_xuff]

The wounds left by the robotic dinosaurs still ache, but with the proper medication and salves, they should heal nicely. He wished he could have meditated a few more days at the Tower, but business requires his attention

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[ivy_lady]

One more ball. One more chance to hunt while looking like nothing harmful at all. She's blonde this week with blue eyes. The just above the knee little black dress manages to be formal and alluring. The actual escort Charles Dadis hired for the evening will awaken in about 30 hours with half her pay and a copy of Susan Cole's Power Surge: Sex, Violence and Pornography and hopes she gets the hint. There is little worse than a woman who tries to conform to a man's power in order to boost herself and nothng else in the world. She has her plants and she allows a brief vision of this room choked with vines feeding off the corpse of those here before returning to work.

The goal is simple. Charm and attempt to seduce Ibn Head, Bono, and the man on her arm at the moment. Take whatever biological samples she can gather in the process back for analysis. The news once placed him with one of the Titans - one of the seductive aliens if memory serves. This will be an interesting dance in several ways.

[ibn_al_xuff]

Ibn takes his turns meeting each of his guests. He tries to seem interested in each of them. The idea is to establish himself as a player. The earth has enough resources to save it if only people had the will.

He introduces himself to Ivy and her date. He doesn't seem to care much about her looks, but he does make an effort to make eye contact with each of them. He discusses possible alternative fuels with her date. He doesn't ignore her, but he's not drooling on her either. His girlfriend is quite hot and really, even if he is annoyed with her, he loves her.

[ivy_lady]

She extends her pheramones along with her hand. "It's a pleasure, Mr. Head. I have seen much of of your work in the papers." She's trying a slight Russian accent today. The goal is to sound exotic, far away from home, possibly trapped, but educated. A spout in the wrong container and allow him the illusion that he can transplant her to safety. Harley's psych training and profiling was going to came in handy today.

She looks shyly away from direct eye contact all the better to look like she needs his philathrophy. "Dr. Dadis doesn't have a lot of time to explain it, however." Lower the pitch...come on softly. "Maybe later?"

[ibn_al_xuff]

Ibn isn't one that likes to look around. But this woman is interesting. He's never thought of anyone else. Mar'i has always been his guiding angel.

"What don't you understand? I'm here to help."

[taliahead]

The luncheon is a well appointed affair and the guests are dressed to the nines, but few of them can hold a candle to the predatory grace, personal presence and exotic beauty of the most recent arrival.
With a small entourage of dangerous looking, yet well dressed, men following a few paces behind her, Talia Head, The Demon's Daughter, makes a striking entrance.

[ibn_al_xuff]

Ibn makes his way from an older businessman and a rather attractive blond woman. She might look familar, but it is difficult to say at this distance. "Mother," He says warmly. "I'm pleased to see you."

[taliahead]

Like a tigress she moves to meet her son.

"How could I miss an event such as this?"
She offers him her hand to take in his arm as they walk.

In an easy yet hushed tone, "Are we dispensing with the fiction that I am your sister?"

[ibn_al_xuff]

"That would be up to you, of course. My apologizes. I felt rather light-headed there for a moment."

He glances back at the blond woman and promises himself that he will look into her a little closer.