His Stepping Stone, Their Entrance.

Bliss acted against the coffee cup, not allowing it to touch the coaster with her telekinesis. She past out sometime early in the morning and just emerged from the basement. She wore a sly smile on her face as she leaned against the door post. "Morning." It was slightly after noon. She brought the coffee cup over to her and took a sip. She gave a slight look of disapproval before sending the cup back. "Decaf. You pussy. It must be tough getting old." She walked sluggishly into the office. Her clothes wrinkled in the awkward way she slept on a table last night. Her feet barely lifted off the ground as she walked, and she took her shoes off sometime before going to bed and never put them back on. She closed her eyes to try and move the crust to the center so she could wipe it away with vivacious eye rubbing. "I'm going to make real coffee. And then shower."

Percival only chuckled at her remark, she was right but he found humor in it. "Take your time, we will be going out today to get your things." Percival nodded at her as he retrieved his cup and sipped from it. Percival finished his scribbling quickly then shoved his papers into his drawer before rising. "I suppose I shall do the same."

Bliss gathered the coffee pot and ground coffee and went to the bathroom. She plugged the device in on the counter and began to make her coffee as she turned on the water. She stepped in and took her time getting clean. The smell of coffee filled the bathroom, in what can only be described as a potential fire hazard or electrocution accident.

She stepped out of the shower and poured herself a cup of coffee. After taking a quick sip, she dried off and wrapped the towel around herself, while holding the coffee cup telekinetically in front of herself. Now was the time to see what clothes in her wardrobe she liked. Clothes lines the closet in many potential matches. She settled on a pair of black pants and a green, short-sleeved shirt. She wrapped a gray scarf around her neck and hung the two ends of it in front of her. Her shoes still sat down in the lab, and she lacked the intention of going to retrieve them. She slipped her feet into a pair of black calf high felt boots. If she possessed a camera she would snap a picture and send it to Ashley to make her jealous. Oh well, she thought. She walked into the living room and sat down on one of the couches.

Percival stopped in the doorway to living room and leaned against the doorway sipping on his fresh cup of coffee, his hair was still a little wet, but he was dressed in a white pinstripe suit the strips being black. A solid black tie rested against his chest and his left hand rested his the pockets of his suit pants. Percival smiled at Bliss, "You look nice. Are you ready to go?" he asked as he got up from his leaning position and set his cup on the counter that wrapped into the kitchen. Percival walked over and offered Bliss his hand to help her off the couch, a villain yes, but he was also a gentleman.

Bliss took his hand and rose to her feet. She held a thick, black coat with large felt buttons over her arm and walked next to her larger escort. "Why thank you." She replied. "I had a rather late night, and may not be the most rested individual right now. I'll need a phone, and then I would appreciate coming back." She walked to the door and donned her coat, pulling the buckle of the straps around her waist.

Percival grabbed a tan coat from the rack next to the door and pull it over his suit. "That is no problem at all, but we should get going, we have quite a drive into the city." he said as he opened the front door for Bliss. While holding the door for Bliss he grabbed his fedora off of the hat rack and placed it lightly on his head nodding for Bliss to continue through the door.

Bliss walked out the door and moved towards the limo. "Last night was a good night." She muttered in a low voice. Not necessarily to herself, but hardly an overt comment to everyone around her. She put her hands in the pockets of her coats. She stood in front of the door waiting for Percival. "I'm not sure if I'll be staying here for long, or coming and going. They're both fine choices, but I may need to confirm that with a friend."

Percival stopped half way out of the door, "Then my contract wouldn't be fulfilled, I won't hold you against your will, but your pay will be effected in a direct correlation." Percival finished speaking and then continued. Percival pulled the limousine keys out of pocket and passed them to their chauffeur. "Let's go." he said with a smile.

Bliss stepped into the limo and took her seat. "The contracted money is really irrelevant to me. Chelle may think otherwise though, so I should probably avoid biting the hand that feeds for now." She crossed her legs over and looked out the window. She called Ashley when she arrived in New York, but that was two days ago. "I find your home very charming, and in no way wish to be apart from the laboratory for long, it's just I have prior engagements that I need to take care of." Her night in the lab reminded her of work long ago and all she could accomplish if someone just provided her with the materials.

"Go where you wish Bliss." Percival said as he joined her in the limo, It was only a moment before the car began to slowly move as it backed away from the country house. "What kind of man would I be if I held you here against your will, or prevented you from a private arrangement." he said as he flashed Bliss a smile, whether she was looking or not, and gave her a nod.

"Mhm." Bliss muttered as she kept her gaze along the treeline. She brought out her compact and looked herself over in the mirror. "The trip will be very short; I don't believe I'll be gone for more than a few days." She ran an applicator across her lips. "Don't worry, I'm fairly impressed with the bed you gave me, and the lab under your home is very important." She puckered her lips to make sure she applied properly with a pop. She turned her gaze over to Percival "I may..." She cut herself off and tapped her applicator to her compact as she drew the line between subtlety and necessity. "...Nothing. I'll be back in around a three days. The contract will need to be negotiated with Chelle, partly because she is the one recalling me for a few days. It should have been brought up, but I doubt it was. Anyways, I'll need to come back; if nothing else I left notes in your basement that I will need to retrieve." She turned back around and blinked as the sun peaked in and out of the treeline.