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Viktorins Odd Encounter Sr Deacon 240301
Viktorin's adventure begins in an unassuming setting—the weight room of an institute dedicated to personal development—when he receives an intriguing message from Deacon. Invited to a private party in a mansion, Viktorin's mission is to discreetly gather information on a "party" that Deacon suspects to be more than just a social gathering. As he sets off towards the opulent residence at 53 Sidney Way, equipped with nothing but his gym clothes and a sharp determination to uncover the truth, Viktorin prepares himself for an evening of espionage. Slipping past the security of the mansion with a blend of cunning and athleticism, he commands the scene with a mixture of excitement and a touch of naivety, unaware of the true nature of the event he's about to infiltrate.
Inside the mansion, Viktorin's quick thinking and adaptability allow him to blend in with the staff, donning a hastily assembled disguise to move unnoticed among the guests. His observations lead him to a disturbing discovery: the party is, in fact, a covert meeting of a vampire coven, using the mansion as a front for their nocturnal activities. The guests, pale and speaking in hushed tones about financial schemes and treating humans as mere cattle, drink blood warmed to a human-like temperature, confirming Viktorin's worst suspicions. Demonstrating impressive nerve and composure, Viktorin manages to collect the intel Deacon requested and makes a stealthy retreat from the mansion, escaping the potentially lethal grasp of the coven. His successful extraction not only secures him a valuable favor from Deacon but also marks him as a cunning survivor capable of maneuvering through the most perilous situations.
(Viktorin's odd encounter(SRDeacon):SRDeacon)
[Sat Feb 24 2024]
In the weight room
Sleek, metallic exercise equipment stands in regimented rows here, gleaming under the bright fluorescent lights that accentuate the polished, reflective surfaces. The faint aroma of sweat and metal lingers in the air, intermingling with the rhythmic grunts and clinks of heavy weights as dedicated individuals push their physical limits, underscoring the room's dedication to fostering strength and vitality within the Institute's holistic approach to well-being and personal development. The spacious, well-ventilated layout provides an expansive environment for focused training.
It is dusk, about 50F(10C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target has been invited to a party at a local mansion, which turns out to be a front for a vampire coven. They have to find a way to escape or neutralize the threat without alerting the hosts.)
Viktorin flicks through his phone, sitting on a bench. His lips quirk faintly and he mutters, "Mm. A party. Well... uh. Don't think I know Sam well enough to crash it. And I don't have a gift... so, really probably shouldn't go." His eyes shift guiltily and he murmurs, "Eh. A problem I can solve later." His eyes waver over to the exit, and he faintly knits his eyebrows together, remarking to himself again, his voice reverberating through the empty gym, "Annnd... I need to coax the dude into doing more sets. Maybe. Probably shouldn't be too pushy."
Speaking of parties ... there's a message that comes in on Viktorin's phone, beeping at him after a time. Checking it, he'll see that it's from none of ther than Deacon! :Hey there. Rented out the house for a private party, need you to check out something for me over there. You in?: The messages comes almost as if on the back of the very thoughts that start to have Viktorin feeling a little down. But hey, it's one party for another so maybe it'll provide something worth seeing? Only one way to find out.
A grin graces the Czech's face as he reads the message on his phone, muttering, "Oh. Sweet! A party!" Flickering thumbs provide the handiwork of typing, sending an easy 'sure' back as a response. Slowly Viktorin gets up and stretches, massaging the aching muscles from his own work out earlier, and with a hop, a skip, and a bounce, he starts walking through the halls, aiming to leave the school, ready to backpack his way to wherever he needs to go. Flicking another text towards Deacon, he responds with a 'what's the Addy', whilst he walks.
Another message comes crawling in as the assent comes through, and the man who's recently employed Viktorin offers his very own address at 53 Sidney Way. And with that, it's off toward the address! From the Paine Performance Center, hell it's only like a hop skip and a jump down the road to hit the little twist down Beach that turns into Sidney. Soon enough the large mansion of a home can be seen dominating the southern side of the street that leads to the beachfront itself. A third message will pop into the young man's phone next. :Just check on the guests without being seen or drawing attention to yourself. Got a tip, wanna know what's going on at this party. Hop the fence into the back yard and you should be able to come in through the pool.:
The advice given, that seems to be all there is to it! Blend in with the party, there's certain to be staff there at the place and gather a little information. But hey, at least he'll bank himself a favor with someone with a little clout around the town.
Viktorin wanders along the street, checking his backpack of course to make sure he's bereft of weapons. And with a pleased confirmation that there won't be any awkward giant daggers falling out of his pack, randomly, he makes way towards the mansion. Peeking at his phone as it beeps away, he notes the new directions and soon follows through when he comes across something he can really only compare to a behemoth, clearly by the way he practically oogles the architecture. Slipping his phone in hand, he sends a quick text, asking the "good ol' chief" several things. "So need some scouting out? What type of party, what's the lay of clothing? Formal shit or casual? Annnd what should I be looking for?" With the flurry of questions sent, he loiters on the side, making sure he's out of the way of any windows, and he banks himself against the wall. Clearly this isn't the Czech's first time crashing a party, as he's adjusting his sunglasses, and preparing a sharpie pen as he waits for the answers to come by text.
In reply, information comes pouring through text messages. A private party of some function that required fancy surroundings, but the party itself has little information to offer. The house itself has house-staff who wear a standard kind of uniform that could be easily duplicated or make-shifted if need be. Deacon himself seems a little uncertain as to what he may be looking for out of the information gathering, he can't quite put a finger on it. Anything unusual or out of sorts. Now this will come with a clarification of course, that by unusual or out of sorts he means something that crosses into outright bad news like animal sacrifices or ritual murder. If all Viktorin finds is a bunch of BDSM pervs - that's nothing to concern himself with.
Viktorin grunts and pinches his nose, looking down at his own gym-clothes. "Fuck dude... Well. Time for some quiet chaos, I guess." The man creeps forward, stowing his phone away whilst placing it on silent, attempting to hop the fence as suggested. It's probably the crudest he's ever done... and upon getting over, he scans the area, trying to get a lay of the land.
Hopping over the fence isn't too hard, it's just a simple nice wooden privacy kind of thing. The backyard looks as nice as one might expect from the house as it is, with a brick barbeque and all the fixings of a patio deck. The door is glass and leads into what can be easily seen as an enormous pool room, featuring a full-sized swimming pool and a tiki bar setup to go right along with it of all things. Getting in this way will prove easy enough, though Viktorin may have to look for an opportunity to swap out his clothes or pick up some semblance of disguise. Still, taking the time to look around Viktorin will likely find himself unable to deny the impressive nature of the place. Beachside Mansion indeed!
Sneaking through the pool area, voice will be heard, but the party hasn't even come in here once it would seem like - the denizens finding no use for the room it seems.
Viktorin shifts quickly on his feet, scanning around for the entry-way to the mansion. His eyes peer about, hawkishly so, as he confined himself to the 'mission' he was tasked, but helplessly he murmurs under his breath, "Nice digs, chief." Now he's moving again to wherever he can enter the building from, plastering himself against walls. However, it seems entering isn't his plan. Instead, he opens the entry point and coats the wall, whistling as loud as he can. Clearly the bait.
The whistle comes trilling out while Viktorin plants himself back against the wall .. and his luck is in tonight, at least partially. The man who comes through the doorway is one of the house-keeper staff not one of the party guests, and with a quick bit of work Viktorin will be able to over power them without much noise or worry since the house-keepers here aren't exactly private security! Granted, he'll leave a naked body behind if he's looking to swap the uniform but there itis. There's a window that looks into the main foyer area of the home which is qually impressive with black and white Italian marble and muted cream and beige walls. No party-goers in there but he can hear the voices a little more clearly with the door to the pool open! They're coming from two places. A door to the northwest of the main foyer, and from an open area archway that leads to the northeast presumeably a living room.
Viktorin swiftly lunges forward, wrapping his arms around the house-keeper's neck whilst squeezing with all his strength, making sure to cover the man's mouth with his hand. Warily, he scans the open door, counting off the mere seconds the man has before he loses breath, a desperate impatience miring the Czech's countenance. It seemed he was waiting for the man to go limp, and not a moment before.
Well, that part's done! the man goes limp and there's a nice and easy slide down to the ground with an unconscious man. That won't be a hard sell at all. Things are quiet for now, but that could change at anytime. There's no telling when someone's gonna be coming this way and fast! In fact, he can hear some voices coming through the wall to the west, now! There'a door there too, leading into a kitchen so whatever Viktorin has on his agenda next, he better hop to it pretty quickly. The thermostat in the house seems to be set pretty low, especially given the current season and weather.
Viktorin quickly shifts towards the doorway, planting the unconscious man against the wall beside it, mostly out of view. Shutting the door, he moves back towards the unconscious man, stripping him as quickly as he can manage, and mostly, only the surface stuff he can get away with. With each article of clothing that comes off the limp body, it's another article of clothing that quickly covers the Czech, as he prepares the best disguise he can manage on short notice. And then, as soon as he's complete, he's back, moving towards the door, opening it, and slipping inside, before the other man's absence is noticed for too long.
And now Viktorin is moving through the house, relatively undetected. The kitchen lies to the southwest of the main foyer, and waitstaff come and go with relative ease. None of them seem to notice that his face is different from a few minutes before, they likely cycle through from some service or other. Now - with a better view of the people that are mingling about in the living room the northeast he can see a middling group of folks gathered around the sunken pit in there. All of them appear pale in appearance, noticeably so. All of them drink glasses of a deep, red wine. They're discussing something among themselves, but there's already a plethora of information there to be gleaned already. To the northwest, the door is shut a little bit, so there's only a crack of view, but it seems perhaps more of the same.
Viktorin recalls something he noted earlier, and decides to figure out where the 'deep, red wine' is from, and so, wandering to one of the other waitstaff, he leans over and murmurs lowly, using carefully chosen words, "It seems one of our guests require some topping off of their glasses. Do you mind assisting me with topping the rest of them off. After-all, our guests must not be left wanting, no?" He fixes his jaw, locking it in place, making himself appear stern, brusque, the utter epitomy of the perfect servant...
There doesn't seem to be anything especially off the wall going on so far, but Viktorin only has a bit of at-a-glance to go on for now. Murmuring from the help seems to indicate that they are doing their best to keep a wide berth from the party guests as much as they can. Walking up to them is a bold move, but it pays off! Asking, the one he's addressing is now pointing him to a large state of the art fridge that's sitting on one wall of the kitchen. "They've got supply in there." Then he's pointing to a contraption on the island in the middle of the kitchen. It's like a water bath, for warming something up. If Viktorin goes to check? There are bags of blood in the fridge like .. a LOT of them. The water warmer makes more sense, easily fitting one of these medical bags without a problem. So that's a confirmation of a sort at the very least. "Alright, come on. In an out, before they notice one of us." Comes the reply from the one Viktorin's tagged and he's already moving to put one of those very bags in that warmer.
Smoothly, Viktorin walks with strict decorum up to the fridge, easily aiding his newfound and unwitting accomplice with the contraption and bag. There's some detes down already, but of course, the Czech is here for the full-ride. He falls behind, subtly allowing the man to begin making the strange concoction, before he's at the next step, getting ready to serve refills for the 'guests'.
Glasses are set and once the blood has reached a smooth 98 degrees it's set to be poured into those glasses and set down to be carried out. Grabbing up a couple of them, Viktorin can follow this man out in to foyer. First it's into the function room to the northwest. This room looks like it could house many things, and is likely used for everything from conferences to game night. Several of the pale vampires mingle around and those glasses are soon exchanged with half-empty or fully empty counterparts as the help glides through barely seen and not heard as they're trained to be. Then it's off to the living room, to repeat the process. Overheard levels of conversation seem jumbled, but there's a sense of ambiguity, of speaking around what's being spoken about in that conversation. Putting two and two together it won't take long for Viktorin to gather that this? This is some secret kind of meeting of a vampire coven who've taken the opportuniuty to use this party as an underground meeting! If this was dangerous before, it's life or death now.
Viktorin does a good job keeping his decorum for now - those tidbits of conversation range from speaking about humans like cattle, to speakign about financial plans that might the death of him for over-hearing. Who even knows what their plans are for the help in general?
Viktorin does as he must and pours the glasses as neatly as he can manage. There's some fear laced into his heart, but, steeling his nerves, he continues to bullshit his way forward, grasping the glasses and following his unwitting accomplice to where he must, eavesdropping on conversations where he can, careful to keep a neutral expression. Each step is smooth, confidence easily demonstrated from the natural haughtiness the man carries within his blood. However, as the tasks are finished, he keeps his eyes down moves back, away from the party, moving towards the same sliding glass door he entered the building through, ready to disperse the Intel he's been sent to grab.
Tonight seems to be the night for Viktorin to skin the cat, because he's managed thus far to at least get back to the pool room. The man he'd choked out isn't here to cause him any trouble ... but he's not here. Putting an urgency into the man's step perhaps at least he's got some information to provide! That may be important enough, because Viktorin can't help but shaking the feeling that the sooner he gets out of here, the sooner he'll be a whole hell of a lot safer than he is right now. Sending off information should be the easy part, once he's made his escape. Over the fence and back into the relative safety of the street lamps and sidewalks. When he does send off that information the reply he'll get is immediate. :Get out. I owe you.: A little behind the times, but it's as good a confirmation as any - he's got a favor in the pocket for this one.
OOC: Sorry this prompt wasn't a little more exciting but I had to pull a rabbit! Thank you so much for participating, and if you discuss this with Deacon at all I will do my best to kind of build on it maybe if it interests and make some story out of it! Please let me know if you need antyyhing or a teleport when you head down!
Inside the mansion, Viktorin's quick thinking and adaptability allow him to blend in with the staff, donning a hastily assembled disguise to move unnoticed among the guests. His observations lead him to a disturbing discovery: the party is, in fact, a covert meeting of a vampire coven, using the mansion as a front for their nocturnal activities. The guests, pale and speaking in hushed tones about financial schemes and treating humans as mere cattle, drink blood warmed to a human-like temperature, confirming Viktorin's worst suspicions. Demonstrating impressive nerve and composure, Viktorin manages to collect the intel Deacon requested and makes a stealthy retreat from the mansion, escaping the potentially lethal grasp of the coven. His successful extraction not only secures him a valuable favor from Deacon but also marks him as a cunning survivor capable of maneuvering through the most perilous situations.
(Viktorin's odd encounter(SRDeacon):SRDeacon)
[Sat Feb 24 2024]
In the weight room
Sleek, metallic exercise equipment stands in regimented rows here, gleaming under the bright fluorescent lights that accentuate the polished, reflective surfaces. The faint aroma of sweat and metal lingers in the air, intermingling with the rhythmic grunts and clinks of heavy weights as dedicated individuals push their physical limits, underscoring the room's dedication to fostering strength and vitality within the Institute's holistic approach to well-being and personal development. The spacious, well-ventilated layout provides an expansive environment for focused training.
It is dusk, about 50F(10C) degrees, and there are a few dark grey stormclouds in the sky.
(Your target has been invited to a party at a local mansion, which turns out to be a front for a vampire coven. They have to find a way to escape or neutralize the threat without alerting the hosts.)
Viktorin flicks through his phone, sitting on a bench. His lips quirk faintly and he mutters, "Mm. A party. Well... uh. Don't think I know Sam well enough to crash it. And I don't have a gift... so, really probably shouldn't go." His eyes shift guiltily and he murmurs, "Eh. A problem I can solve later." His eyes waver over to the exit, and he faintly knits his eyebrows together, remarking to himself again, his voice reverberating through the empty gym, "Annnd... I need to coax the dude into doing more sets. Maybe. Probably shouldn't be too pushy."
Speaking of parties ... there's a message that comes in on Viktorin's phone, beeping at him after a time. Checking it, he'll see that it's from none of ther than Deacon! :Hey there. Rented out the house for a private party, need you to check out something for me over there. You in?: The messages comes almost as if on the back of the very thoughts that start to have Viktorin feeling a little down. But hey, it's one party for another so maybe it'll provide something worth seeing? Only one way to find out.
A grin graces the Czech's face as he reads the message on his phone, muttering, "Oh. Sweet! A party!" Flickering thumbs provide the handiwork of typing, sending an easy 'sure' back as a response. Slowly Viktorin gets up and stretches, massaging the aching muscles from his own work out earlier, and with a hop, a skip, and a bounce, he starts walking through the halls, aiming to leave the school, ready to backpack his way to wherever he needs to go. Flicking another text towards Deacon, he responds with a 'what's the Addy', whilst he walks.
Another message comes crawling in as the assent comes through, and the man who's recently employed Viktorin offers his very own address at 53 Sidney Way. And with that, it's off toward the address! From the Paine Performance Center, hell it's only like a hop skip and a jump down the road to hit the little twist down Beach that turns into Sidney. Soon enough the large mansion of a home can be seen dominating the southern side of the street that leads to the beachfront itself. A third message will pop into the young man's phone next. :Just check on the guests without being seen or drawing attention to yourself. Got a tip, wanna know what's going on at this party. Hop the fence into the back yard and you should be able to come in through the pool.:
The advice given, that seems to be all there is to it! Blend in with the party, there's certain to be staff there at the place and gather a little information. But hey, at least he'll bank himself a favor with someone with a little clout around the town.
Viktorin wanders along the street, checking his backpack of course to make sure he's bereft of weapons. And with a pleased confirmation that there won't be any awkward giant daggers falling out of his pack, randomly, he makes way towards the mansion. Peeking at his phone as it beeps away, he notes the new directions and soon follows through when he comes across something he can really only compare to a behemoth, clearly by the way he practically oogles the architecture. Slipping his phone in hand, he sends a quick text, asking the "good ol' chief" several things. "So need some scouting out? What type of party, what's the lay of clothing? Formal shit or casual? Annnd what should I be looking for?" With the flurry of questions sent, he loiters on the side, making sure he's out of the way of any windows, and he banks himself against the wall. Clearly this isn't the Czech's first time crashing a party, as he's adjusting his sunglasses, and preparing a sharpie pen as he waits for the answers to come by text.
In reply, information comes pouring through text messages. A private party of some function that required fancy surroundings, but the party itself has little information to offer. The house itself has house-staff who wear a standard kind of uniform that could be easily duplicated or make-shifted if need be. Deacon himself seems a little uncertain as to what he may be looking for out of the information gathering, he can't quite put a finger on it. Anything unusual or out of sorts. Now this will come with a clarification of course, that by unusual or out of sorts he means something that crosses into outright bad news like animal sacrifices or ritual murder. If all Viktorin finds is a bunch of BDSM pervs - that's nothing to concern himself with.
Viktorin grunts and pinches his nose, looking down at his own gym-clothes. "Fuck dude... Well. Time for some quiet chaos, I guess." The man creeps forward, stowing his phone away whilst placing it on silent, attempting to hop the fence as suggested. It's probably the crudest he's ever done... and upon getting over, he scans the area, trying to get a lay of the land.
Hopping over the fence isn't too hard, it's just a simple nice wooden privacy kind of thing. The backyard looks as nice as one might expect from the house as it is, with a brick barbeque and all the fixings of a patio deck. The door is glass and leads into what can be easily seen as an enormous pool room, featuring a full-sized swimming pool and a tiki bar setup to go right along with it of all things. Getting in this way will prove easy enough, though Viktorin may have to look for an opportunity to swap out his clothes or pick up some semblance of disguise. Still, taking the time to look around Viktorin will likely find himself unable to deny the impressive nature of the place. Beachside Mansion indeed!
Sneaking through the pool area, voice will be heard, but the party hasn't even come in here once it would seem like - the denizens finding no use for the room it seems.
Viktorin shifts quickly on his feet, scanning around for the entry-way to the mansion. His eyes peer about, hawkishly so, as he confined himself to the 'mission' he was tasked, but helplessly he murmurs under his breath, "Nice digs, chief." Now he's moving again to wherever he can enter the building from, plastering himself against walls. However, it seems entering isn't his plan. Instead, he opens the entry point and coats the wall, whistling as loud as he can. Clearly the bait.
The whistle comes trilling out while Viktorin plants himself back against the wall .. and his luck is in tonight, at least partially. The man who comes through the doorway is one of the house-keeper staff not one of the party guests, and with a quick bit of work Viktorin will be able to over power them without much noise or worry since the house-keepers here aren't exactly private security! Granted, he'll leave a naked body behind if he's looking to swap the uniform but there itis. There's a window that looks into the main foyer area of the home which is qually impressive with black and white Italian marble and muted cream and beige walls. No party-goers in there but he can hear the voices a little more clearly with the door to the pool open! They're coming from two places. A door to the northwest of the main foyer, and from an open area archway that leads to the northeast presumeably a living room.
Viktorin swiftly lunges forward, wrapping his arms around the house-keeper's neck whilst squeezing with all his strength, making sure to cover the man's mouth with his hand. Warily, he scans the open door, counting off the mere seconds the man has before he loses breath, a desperate impatience miring the Czech's countenance. It seemed he was waiting for the man to go limp, and not a moment before.
Well, that part's done! the man goes limp and there's a nice and easy slide down to the ground with an unconscious man. That won't be a hard sell at all. Things are quiet for now, but that could change at anytime. There's no telling when someone's gonna be coming this way and fast! In fact, he can hear some voices coming through the wall to the west, now! There'a door there too, leading into a kitchen so whatever Viktorin has on his agenda next, he better hop to it pretty quickly. The thermostat in the house seems to be set pretty low, especially given the current season and weather.
Viktorin quickly shifts towards the doorway, planting the unconscious man against the wall beside it, mostly out of view. Shutting the door, he moves back towards the unconscious man, stripping him as quickly as he can manage, and mostly, only the surface stuff he can get away with. With each article of clothing that comes off the limp body, it's another article of clothing that quickly covers the Czech, as he prepares the best disguise he can manage on short notice. And then, as soon as he's complete, he's back, moving towards the door, opening it, and slipping inside, before the other man's absence is noticed for too long.
And now Viktorin is moving through the house, relatively undetected. The kitchen lies to the southwest of the main foyer, and waitstaff come and go with relative ease. None of them seem to notice that his face is different from a few minutes before, they likely cycle through from some service or other. Now - with a better view of the people that are mingling about in the living room the northeast he can see a middling group of folks gathered around the sunken pit in there. All of them appear pale in appearance, noticeably so. All of them drink glasses of a deep, red wine. They're discussing something among themselves, but there's already a plethora of information there to be gleaned already. To the northwest, the door is shut a little bit, so there's only a crack of view, but it seems perhaps more of the same.
Viktorin recalls something he noted earlier, and decides to figure out where the 'deep, red wine' is from, and so, wandering to one of the other waitstaff, he leans over and murmurs lowly, using carefully chosen words, "It seems one of our guests require some topping off of their glasses. Do you mind assisting me with topping the rest of them off. After-all, our guests must not be left wanting, no?" He fixes his jaw, locking it in place, making himself appear stern, brusque, the utter epitomy of the perfect servant...
There doesn't seem to be anything especially off the wall going on so far, but Viktorin only has a bit of at-a-glance to go on for now. Murmuring from the help seems to indicate that they are doing their best to keep a wide berth from the party guests as much as they can. Walking up to them is a bold move, but it pays off! Asking, the one he's addressing is now pointing him to a large state of the art fridge that's sitting on one wall of the kitchen. "They've got supply in there." Then he's pointing to a contraption on the island in the middle of the kitchen. It's like a water bath, for warming something up. If Viktorin goes to check? There are bags of blood in the fridge like .. a LOT of them. The water warmer makes more sense, easily fitting one of these medical bags without a problem. So that's a confirmation of a sort at the very least. "Alright, come on. In an out, before they notice one of us." Comes the reply from the one Viktorin's tagged and he's already moving to put one of those very bags in that warmer.
Smoothly, Viktorin walks with strict decorum up to the fridge, easily aiding his newfound and unwitting accomplice with the contraption and bag. There's some detes down already, but of course, the Czech is here for the full-ride. He falls behind, subtly allowing the man to begin making the strange concoction, before he's at the next step, getting ready to serve refills for the 'guests'.
Glasses are set and once the blood has reached a smooth 98 degrees it's set to be poured into those glasses and set down to be carried out. Grabbing up a couple of them, Viktorin can follow this man out in to foyer. First it's into the function room to the northwest. This room looks like it could house many things, and is likely used for everything from conferences to game night. Several of the pale vampires mingle around and those glasses are soon exchanged with half-empty or fully empty counterparts as the help glides through barely seen and not heard as they're trained to be. Then it's off to the living room, to repeat the process. Overheard levels of conversation seem jumbled, but there's a sense of ambiguity, of speaking around what's being spoken about in that conversation. Putting two and two together it won't take long for Viktorin to gather that this? This is some secret kind of meeting of a vampire coven who've taken the opportuniuty to use this party as an underground meeting! If this was dangerous before, it's life or death now.
Viktorin does a good job keeping his decorum for now - those tidbits of conversation range from speaking about humans like cattle, to speakign about financial plans that might the death of him for over-hearing. Who even knows what their plans are for the help in general?
Viktorin does as he must and pours the glasses as neatly as he can manage. There's some fear laced into his heart, but, steeling his nerves, he continues to bullshit his way forward, grasping the glasses and following his unwitting accomplice to where he must, eavesdropping on conversations where he can, careful to keep a neutral expression. Each step is smooth, confidence easily demonstrated from the natural haughtiness the man carries within his blood. However, as the tasks are finished, he keeps his eyes down moves back, away from the party, moving towards the same sliding glass door he entered the building through, ready to disperse the Intel he's been sent to grab.
Tonight seems to be the night for Viktorin to skin the cat, because he's managed thus far to at least get back to the pool room. The man he'd choked out isn't here to cause him any trouble ... but he's not here. Putting an urgency into the man's step perhaps at least he's got some information to provide! That may be important enough, because Viktorin can't help but shaking the feeling that the sooner he gets out of here, the sooner he'll be a whole hell of a lot safer than he is right now. Sending off information should be the easy part, once he's made his escape. Over the fence and back into the relative safety of the street lamps and sidewalks. When he does send off that information the reply he'll get is immediate. :Get out. I owe you.: A little behind the times, but it's as good a confirmation as any - he's got a favor in the pocket for this one.
OOC: Sorry this prompt wasn't a little more exciting but I had to pull a rabbit! Thank you so much for participating, and if you discuss this with Deacon at all I will do my best to kind of build on it maybe if it interests and make some story out of it! Please let me know if you need antyyhing or a teleport when you head down!