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Detention - 10/4 - Saturday morning

On the door, then names were written.

Amber Atkins
Myn Donos
Claire Fisher
Peyton Sawyer
John Sheppard
Cal Stephanides
Eric van der Woodsen

Abby Irene had been working most of the evening in the Danger Shop and so her hair was a little bit out of sorts as the students walked in. Smiling, she straightened it with her hand before looking over the assembled.

"It seems that you young ladies and gentleman have proven to be unable to conduct yourselves properly in an academic setting. Thankfully, we are not living in my day and age and have been provided this lovely educational tool with which to perhaps correct as opposed to simply punishing such behavior."

"You will be attending a small party from my own world and it will be your duty to act as fits the circumstances."

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Duke Richard had his own social circle on one side of the hall. His position was a strange one: representative of the Crown and Duke of New Amsterdam, of course, but for those who felt New Amsterdam did not need a representative of the Crown, and even in some cases a Duke, certain relations were strained.

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This gentleman's appearance caught Amber's eye and she wandered closer, obviously staring though absolutely trying to appear as though she weren't.

He was a handsome man of some age with light hair worn down for the evening. When he caught her eye, he smiled to her thoughtfully.

Blinking, she returned his smile, hers somewhat sheepish. Having been caught, so to speak, she decided a greeting would be decent of her and offered a polite, "Good evening."

"Good evening," he said smoothly, his voice deep and low and warm. While he was studying her even before she thought he'd noticed her eye on him, he could still be friendly.

Friendly, she mused silently, and this only had her opening up. "I'm Amber Atkins," she said, extending her hand towards him.

"Atkins," he thought to himself for a moment before leaning down to bow over her hand.

"I'm unfamiliar with the name," he admitted with a brief self-depreciating smile.

She chuckled, though flattered by his gesture. "Not many know it, I'm aware." Unless people here knew about Mount Rose, Minnesota but somehow, Amber didn't think that likely in the least. Besides, Abby Irene did say her own world.

"And how did you find yourself here tonight, if I may ask? Do you know the hosts?"

"I was a tad disruptive," she said without thought, "and am being punished. By attending a party, I'm not exactly sure..." her brows knitted together, curious and perhaps wary of what might could possibly happen this evening. Amber really had no idea.

"A party for punishment?" And Richard laughed.

"I know there are enough bores about this party to tax a politician, but I can hardly believe that a young lady such as yourself would call such dull company."

Amber lifted her shoulders in a light shrug, an impish grin settling about her mouth. "So far, sir, I don't find much dull about this party."

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