It is currently 21:41 Pacific Time on Tue Mar 9 2004.
Currently in Saint Claire, it is a cloudy day. The temperature is 48 degrees
      Fahrenheit (8 degrees Celsius). The wind is currently coming in from the 
      southwest at 6 mph. The barometric pressure reading is 30.46 and steady, 
      and the relative humidity is 73 percent. The dewpoint is 40 degrees 
      Fahrenheit (4 degrees Celsius.)
Currently the moon is in the waning Gibbous Moon phase (76% full).

Andy's Old Fashioned Donuts
A small quaint donut shop, tastefully done in blue and white. A glass case,
      showing a variety of fresh donuts stands at the back of the store. 
      Standing behind the glass case, a small old woman, looking to be in her 
      sixties, is busy with customers. A young girl, slightly taller than the 
      old woman and looking to be around sixteen rushes back and forth through 
      a swinging door, bringing out trays of donuts or coffee or other 
      delicious smelling items.
A sturdy door to the south opens out onto the street. Small round metal tables
      have been set out near the window, '+help places' will assist you in 
      seating.

Konstantin's already sat in a secluded back wall corner booth. Plenty of
      privacy. He lifts his hand as he spies the brooding Walker enter the 
      donut shop.
Salem enters with a newspaper under his arm. He returns Konstantin's greeting,
      then heads over and joins him. "It's on," he says, getting right to the 
      point.
Konstantin lifts his chin. He doesn't really react beyond that. "Donut?" he
      offers, casually. He pushes a small box of glazed across the table toward 
      the tall man.
"Don't mind if I do." Salem glances in the box, then helps himself to one of
      the glazed donuts.
"I think it'd be smart," the ragabash says, "to get everyone together at the
      "conference" center. Go over the plan for our "meeting"." He takes a sip 
      from a cup of coffee in front of him. His cell phone rings, but he 
      reaches into his pocket to silence it.
Salem nods, taking a bite of his donut. "Do you think there'll be any, mm,
      problems getting the man of the hour to the party?"
"I doubt it. He's been hard to get a hold of recently. But I should be able to
      confirm within the next two days. I know he's eager to hear about my 
      proposal." The Shadow Lord's eyes flicker toward the door. "How many 
      guests do you think we'll have in total?"
Salem takes another bite out of the donut. Sitting back, he does a passable job
      of looking relaxed. "A handful at _most_. Quality people. It'll be nice 
      and intimate."
"Good, good. You know what they say -- too many chefs spoil the broth. I don't
      want my business partner to feel overwhelmed by all the attention."
"Of course not," the Walker replies. "I'm sure he'll be quite comfortable."
Konstantin nods minutely. He smiles faintly. "So, have you given much thought
      to what you'll do after we have our meeting?"
Salem's expression turns somber. "I've given it a lot of thought, actually, but
      I won't bore you with the details. This isn't the place." He finishes off 
      the donut in another couple of bites.
"I'm looking forward to having that discussion. We'll meet again soon?" He
      starts to slide out of the booth, pulling the box of donuts with him.
The Walker nods. "Almost certainly. Take care."
Konstantin takes the box with him, and without looking back, exits.