(2502) Formal Court

[Seryna]

Eternal Court

The Nox Populi is an upscale experience that will take Sacramento nightlife to a whole new level.

In the heart of downtown Sacramento there is a place of intrigue, excitement and entertainment. The modern flare of this venue is host to exclusive parties. The seduction of this establishment may take you away as you drink, dance and socialize. There are private services available upon request. The best DJ’s in town are in line to play a wide variety of music. Some of you may dine…as long as you have your VIP pass.

However the Kindred arrive they are discreetly met and led to the back of the club. The space downstairs is decorated in dark, rich woods and expensive furniture. There's a coat room that will also hold one's 'unmentionables'; namely, weapons, at the foot of the stairs. There are also private areas, dark, and furnished with soft couches, as well as meeting rooms with conference tables and chairs, and an area with several televisions. The Court area is decorated with long black and brown silken drapes cascading from floor to ceiling. Draped in elegant bunches and gathered into valances across door frames and between supporting pillars; the lighting is intentionally low, but without the pulse of the music from above, the place has the feel of a sepulchre.

The common area circles the Court proper, and it becomes apparent that this is not decorated for a single evening. Small symbols note areas for Kindred only that branch off of the Commons, which will be necessary once those Kine privileged enough to see behind the Masquerade filter in: ghouls, herd members, or even devotees. The furniture setting is familiar now: a set of elegant chairs, all dark wood and red leather, arranged in a circle. The baroque lighting leaves the corners of the Elysium commons in deep shadow.

Another evening; another Danse. For some it will their first, for some it shall be their last. After all, this is the Prince's Elysium, and subject to the Laws of the Domain.

Formal Court has now begun...

Please remember that Predator's Taint is in effect and role-play is expected, or rolls will be asked for!

This is a great place to get Acknowledged


You now have 1 Week to enter Court before the Doors Close.

Formal Court a specific event. Announced to the Domain, you are expected to attend or you will find your Acknowledgement revoked. After 1 Week, the doors to Court close (no new entries into the thread). Once you have left Court, you are not permitted to return. Court is never truly empty: this can include 'faceless masses' of Kindred beneath notice, ghouls, herd members, devotees, or even officials in their offices.

[Seryna]

The faceless masses begin to enter Court. Mr. Jake is first to enter. Mr. Jake looks paler than normal. His deep brown eyes dart around the room as he checks who is present. He moves to a corner of the room where he can watch the door. It is noteworthy that he does not enter with Ms. Clark and Ms. Sanchez as he normally does.
Ms. Perez enters Court, wearing the 3/4 sleeve length dress and her short hair brushed back into clips and presentable for Court. Her scar of three scratch marks is visible in the dress. Vincenzo enters court, his knuckles scuffed and his cuticles in ill repair at the sign of his Life before his Embrace.
Mr. Waldorf enters Court and glances about, wearing a severe expression. He notes Vincenzo and moves towards him in conversation.

A new vehicle pulls up to Court. It is a luxury vehicle in deep black. The driver opens the door for the passenger. A woman exits and walks into Elysium proper.

The woman was dressed in white and grey, a flowing white gown of white silk with ľ length sleeves in an A – line cut. A grey shrug embroidered in a floral motif on French lace, it was certainly expensive. She arrived alone, with a regal bearing and a polite expression on her face. She checks a long floor length grey coat at coat check and steps into the room. Her skin is a deep and dark tone, her eyes a deep brown. Her hair is a deep black, as black as hematite.

[Alicia Silvers]

Stepping out of the car wearing a black and red dress, having taken the careful time to apply some makeup to the areas she normally kept hidden upon her hands, eyes darting over the entrance as false life flushes through her system, taking a deep breath and starting her walk inside upon hidden heels of roses and silver. Stepping inside to get her usual escort to the back with a light touch upon her ring, not the one she was used to but still one that did function for her fidgety hands. Hanging of her jacket with a touch upon the earrings, making certain they were in proper place, along with gently guiding her fingertips through her raven black hair to check the stylings for the night best she could. A final glance to her nails, trusting that her eye shadow and red lips would maintain their stylings. Nearly shivering at the thought, to not have her purple lips nor stepping inside with anything purple shown how dreadful, and what hassle it was to get her lips properly sorted.

Taking her final steps inside followed by a rosy floral scent, paired with warm creamy vanilla in a mild dosage. Eyes looking out over the gathered crowds, not giving anyone more attention than the last amongst the faceless masses before spotting the white and grey woman with a slightly lingering look before making her way to a more central position with a calm composed look upon her.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer entered Elysium, dressed in a brown suit that she has worn to Court before. The Nosferatu is Blushed, stolen blood lending pink cheeked vitality to the pale brunette. Jennifer walks with Liam to the coat check, where she checked her coat, the scarf that hid her scar and a long item sheathed in white linen.

Jennifer walks into Elysium proper, the ghoul walking two steps behind her. Jennifer has removed her scarf, which reveals a gruesome scar on her neck that looks like a beast has ravaged her neck, taking a bite of flesh with some large maw.

Jennifer looks around the room and notices who is not present. One would think someone would be eager to speak with the most noticeable Daeva, Jennifer thought. She looks over the stranger.
Jennifer gives a small nod towards Ms. Silvers. Smaller nods of respect to the others in the room, for respect must be given.
"Ms. Silvers." Jennifer states with her Cursed voice that slithers like a snake through crumbling leaves.

"Who is this new arrival to the Alder Grace's Domain?" Jennifer inquired of Ms. Silvers.

[Seryna]

Mr. Jake wore a simple black suit, white dress shirt and a purple pocket square. He was a Black man wearing his natural hair about two inches long.
Ms. Clark wore a rose-colored calf length gown with 3/4 length sleeves, her blonde hair falling in cascading waves. Her fair light skin was carefully made up with peach lipstick and light brown eyeshadow, bringing out her blue eyes. Mariposa Sánchez is Mexican American and wears a midnight blue a line dress over her plus size figure, a sparking diamond tennis bracelet on her left wrist. Ms. Sánchez accented her dark skin with shimmering gold eyeshadow that looked fetching.

“What that mean, Jackson? He sayin’ we stupid?” Shane demands.
Mr. Waldorf is an older gentleman with white hair, styled in a well-groomed fashion from the 40's. Dark grey expensive suit with amethyst cuff links and a matching tie bar were his accessories. The tie pattern was grey, silver and purple interlocking chains, well made. At hearing the Nosferatu’s question, he walked over and glanced between Vincezo and Shane.
“One must maintain decorum in Elysium.” He states calmly.“Which extends to personal insults, sir. Vincenzo, I am sure that you were taken out of context?”
Vincenzo raised an open hand. “I merely suggest that you would like to partake of the activities that the Domain has to offer, gentlemen.”
The two Nosferatu look at one another. Their Nosferatu Curse hangs heavy in the air. Does it make those near them uncomfortable?

“Have you seen the Gangrel Whip or Ms. Dawson?” Mr. Waldorf inquired. As he spoke, a dark haired beauty in a purple dress walks up to him.
“Madame Rebecca McIntyre, Clan Ventrue.” She introduces herself. “I have not noticed those you mentioned. Has the Ventrue Clan entered Court this evening?”
Mr Anthony Hoyle quietly walks into the room.
The gathered Kindred carefully make deep nods or bows to the Seneschal. Alicia Silvers is given a slight nod of respect.

OOC Character face claims

Rebecca McIntyre portrayed by Eliza Dushku
Waldorf Portrayed by: Jim Abele
Mariposa’s face claim is Grisel Paula

[Seryna]

Mr. Jake wore a simple black suit, white dress shirt and a purple pocket square. He was a Black man wearing his natural hair about two inches long.
Ms. Clark wore a rose-colored calf length gown with 3/4 length sleeves, her blonde hair falling in cascading waves. Her fair light skin was carefully made up with peach lipstick and light brown eyeshadow, bringing out her blue eyes. Mariposa Sánchez is Mexican American and wears a midnight blue a line dress over her plus size figure, a sparking diamond tennis bracelet on her left wrist. Ms. Sánchez accented her dark skin with shimmering gold eyeshadow that looked fetching.

“What that mean, Jackson? He sayin’ we stupid?” Shane demands.
Mr. Waldorf is an older gentleman with white hair, styled in a well-groomed fashion from the 40's. Dark grey expensive suit with amethyst cuff links and a matching tie bar were his accessories. The tie pattern was grey, silver and purple interlocking chains, well made. At hearing the Nosferatu’s question, he walked over and glanced between Vincezo and Shane.
“One must maintain decorum in Elysium.” He states calmly.“Which extends to personal insults, sir. Vincenzo, I am sure that you were taken out of context?”
Vincenzo raised an open hand. “I merely suggest that you would like to partake of the activities that the Domain has to offer, gentlemen.”
The two Nosferatu look at one another. Their Nosferatu Curse hangs heavy in the air. Does it make those near them uncomfortable?

“Have you seen the Gangrel Whip or Ms. Dawson?” Mr. Waldorf inquired. As he spoke, a dark haired beauty in a purple dress walks up to him.
“Madame Rebecca McIntyre, Clan Ventrue.” She introduces herself. “I have not noticed those you mentioned. Has the Ventrue Clan entered Court this evening?”
Mr Anthony Hoyle quietly walks into the room.
The gathered Kindred carefully make deep nods or bows to the Seneschal. Alicia Silvers is given a slight nod of respect.

OOC Character face claims

Rebecca McIntyre portrayed by Eliza Dushku
Waldorf Portrayed by: Jim Abele
Mariposa’s face claim is Grisel Paula

[Alicia Silvers]

Answering each nod of respect and making certain to give each and everyone a nod in accordance to their status once she has positioned herself in the center, curious of what the night would come to bring.

Lightly curtsying with her head slightly lowered before the seneschal, knowing full well how not to stare on parts she should not by now and being prepared for it before speaking in her well honed voice, having practiced with all her free time to reach a sufficient level before this night.
"Seneschal Hazelton, Priscus of the Nosferatu and Baroness Notary of the First Estate, a pleasure as always." Slowly rising herself back up, a gathering here where she would not be the first one to talk to almost seemed strange by now, the times she had appeared here so had the two of them always been first or near first to talk. "If she is a new arrival of whom you do not already have knowledge so do I reckon there is a chance she might be my first task to deal with." Falling back into her curtsy. "If you would kindly excuse me for a moment."

Listening in on the talks of the masses with no deeper reactions to them as she moves over to the new arrival with a light nod of her head as eyes carefully scans her over.
"Good evening, I have not seen you around this domain before. I hope that you have been properly welcomed and had your affairs set in order? If not so would I offer to lend my assistance and point out who you might be seeking."

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer notes the light curtsy with her expression of approval to give Ms. Silvers information to continue. "Ms. Silvers." Jennifer responded in her Cursed voice.
Jennifer paused as she listened to Ms. Silvers.
"If she is a new arrival of whom you do not already have knowledge so do I..." Jennifer tilts her head or a minute. That sentence was a lot to try to understand. "I do not understand what you are trying to convey." Jennifer states simply.

Ms. Silvers moved off and Jennifer glanced around the room. A very quiet night. Jennifer frowned.
Why were Kindred not interested in using the boon of a safe Elysium that the Alder Prince Alessandra provided? Were Kindred not interested in forming Alliances? Did they have no goals to further, and were just idling like goldfish in a bowl?

[Seryna]

"I am Reeve Eden Ai, Intrepreter of the First Estate and Whip of Clan Daeva.

The Prince Warren of the Domain of Las Vegas has requested that I act to set up an important meeting with the Seneschal and perhaps the Alder Prince Alessandra regardng an important danger we are seeing to Kindred.

As you are the first to speak to me, I have not been properly welcomed." The woman states in a clear voice with confidence.

As this was said, the coterie of three approach Alicia and Reeve Ai.
"I am Eddison Jake of the line Ventrue, Childe of Madame Yvonne Felding. My Coterie,” A look to the two ladies with him. “Ms. Stacey Clark and Ms. Mariposa Sánchez, of Clan Daeva and Clan Makhet. May I ask who you are?”


The Kindred around the room continue to speak and navigate Kindred politics. Jackson, Shane, Mr. Waldorf, Madame McIntyre and Vincenzo continue to speak together.

[Otto Schneider]

Deep breaths, Otto. The Priest felt a vague sense of deja vu as he tried to calm himself. As he approached Elysium's staff at the coat check, he realized that he had had similar thoughts when he first came to Court. Back then he was nervous because he knew his Beast would react to a room full of unfamiliar predators and he would be forced to keep it in check. Now he was trying not to seem irritable. He wasn't actually hungry, not yet, but the Beast seemed to know that it wouldn't be fed until the end of Quadragesima. It might not be mad enough to induce Wassail, but it was making its disapproval known. It especially didn't like having its Vitae taken away for the purposes of decorum and Otto nearly had to bite back an unconscious growl as he felt his skin flush with Counterfeit Life.

He counted it a success when he managed to surrender his hat with little more than a curt nod. He hadn't bothered to try anything fancy with his wardrobe, his usual navy-blue suit and tie combination with black dress shoes and a pin over his breast pocket bearing his covenant's heraldry. He had hoped that the familiarity would help him maintain his composure. Deep breaths and prayers. The Priest mentally recalled some of his favorite quotations before deciding to bite the bullet and enter Elysium proper.

At first it seemed like he would be able to get by without much trouble. He surveyed the room briefly before stepping past the doorway, spotting a few familiar faces. The Beast protested, but the repeated exposure had helped to placate it somewhat. Unfortunately, Otto spotted visitors to the Domain soon afterwards. There were more unfamiliar Kindred in Court than usual, it seemed, and that set the Beast off rather quickly. Thankfully for the Ventrue he had only crossed the threshold so not many Kindred would have heard the low, animalistic rumble that briefly escaped his mouth. The Priest promptly and painfully stifled it, biting down on the inside of his cheek. External pain might have led to true Frenzy, but the controlled punishment, something he could stop or start at will, helped ground his conscious mind.

Still, he didn't want to draw too much unnecessary attention. He briefly approached Alicia and Jennifer, giving a slight bow and then a forty-five-degree bend to them respectively. "Ms. Silvers, good evening. Seneschal Hazelton, good evening. I hope you are both well." He hoped that his tone conveyed that he was just making pleasantries for the moment before he made his way towards Vincenzo. "Legate Vincenzo, good evening." He said, putting on the politest smile he could manage under the strain and bowing. "May the Dark Prophet bless you with an easy fast this Quadragesima." Once he was close enough to physically position himself to be side-by-side with the other member of his Covenant, Otto turned to the unfamiliar Kindred.

"Ah, and good evening to the rest of you. I am Reverend Otto Schneider, Ventrue and Sanctified Priest of the local congregation." It was a bit rushed, but he managed short bows to each of the unfamiliar predators. Don't bare your teeth at me tonight, I'm not in the mood.