Lotus: Art of conversation

[Jennifer Hazelton]

When you move through the entranceway, a walk-in coat check where Liam waited to accept coats and accessories was to the left. The next door led to a small room with a few seats along the wall, yet mostly open space. This space was where ghouls and proxies were sent while business was conducted. A small hallway with two locked doors led to an upstairs area, reserved for a small office area for managing the salon.
Liam leads guests as they arrive down a hall.
You leave behind the hallway that leads to the small ballroom and the closed door of Jennifer’s private study. The door across the hall, where the First Estate have met at a boardroom table, is closed this evening. The second door stands open. Two large glass globes with small openings at the top were just before the hall. Within these globes, lotus flowers floated in clear water.
There are expansive brocades of gold silk draped over the one far wall. A low side table along the far wall was decorated with small vases bearing roses, alternating pattern of a red rose to a white rose. There is a half wall facing the doorway. Upon this wall and the east and west walls, paintings are on display.



If one knew art, they would recognize that the paintings were a part of classicism. Classicism was a separate trend in Baroque European painting, a style of art in which adherence to accepted aesthetic ideals takes precedence over the individuality of expression.

Jennifer stands in the room, looking over the painting Apollo and Daphne by Nicolas Poussin. Immediately across from the painting on the small half wall, Cephalus and Aurora by Nicolas Poussin was on display. On the east wall, The Muses Urania and Calliope by Simon Vouet was displayed.

Jennifer had described a business dress code and was dressed in the style with a green blouse and black dress pants. She wore the ring that had meaning to her, and the emerald ring that she thought of as symbolism for the Nosferatu.

[Alessandra]

One thing Ale would always do was support Jenn. And that included accepting the invitation to this art evening she had planned.

The Savage wasn’t sure what to expect as everyone had different tastes in what made art…art. Her own tastes were particular and she liked what liked. The collection she had built over the years was massive and worth more than most would make in their lifetimes.

But again, this was about supporting Jenn.

So, she had Gabriel drive her in the Aston, Blushing her skin along the way. Giving herself a warm flush, her skin naturally pale, but at least it looked alive now with stolen life. She had not covered the ink on her face, neck or hands. Hints of more ink on her torso peeked out here and there. Long dark hair was pulled back into a low pony and the only makeup she wore was a blood red lipstick.

Passing through the checks, she doesn’t carry her guns these nights unless it’s a special business meeting. This wasn’t one of those meetings.

Her Beast snarling as it senses Jenns Beast, weaker, and wanted to add the art of Jenns skin and bones to the walls. But that wasn’t going to happen, so Ale pulls the chains, putting back into its corner.

“I’m usually the last to arrive.” Humor in the Italians voice.

[Otto Schneider]

Otto was dressed in the same style of pin-striped Navy suit that had been popular in the 60s, though it was evidently a much newer piece based on its condition. The Priest also wore an accompanying hat, though he quickly surrendered it to Liam's custody upon arriving at the Lotus. "Good evening," he offered a rare greeting to the Ghoul before following the man to where his mistress would be.

The Ventrue wouldn't describe himself as an art afficionado, but he could appreciate its value. Both creatively and monetarily. And so, while he didn't know the names of the pieces on display, he did recognize that they had thematic consistencies. And they're all fanciful depictions of Pagan deities. At least there aren't any Crone here to rave about them... Still, they brought to mind a very specific piece that was hard for him to forget.

As he spotted Jennifer, Otto approached and gave a slight bow. Court or not, it was only polite. "Good evening, Seneschal. I am pleased that you invited me, you have a lovely collection on display." There was sincerity in the compliment. Even if he preferred different subjects, he could not deny the quality of any of the pieces. A slightly impish smile crossed his features as he decided to ask about the painting that was gnawing at him. "No painting of Kronos devouring his son?" Even if he had a passing knowledge of art, it wasn't enough for him to realize that the piece he had in mind didn't match the theme of Classicism... or that Peter Paul Rubens had done a piece on the same subject that was closer in style to the art on display.

The scared whimper of the Beast alerted him to a far more powerful presence, and the Priest whirled around to note the presence of the Prince. He had no idea how he had missed her... "Your Grace." He greeted quietly, bowing deeply.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

"Hello," Jennifer greeted Ale with a sincere smile. "- yes, you are." She agreed with the Gangrel Priscus.

Jennifer moves over towards the entrance to the gallery room to speak conversationally.
No matter how often the Gangrel was encountered, that mighty Beast still quelled Jennifer's own beast. Jennifer assuaged her own Beast back to its' rib cage.
"I am glad that you are able to attend. I know that you have been collecting." Jennifer states to Ale.

The Priscus of Lords arrived. As he did so, Jennifer responded with how she behaved in public and not the more relaxed behavior that she had been exhibiting with Alessandra while they were alone.
"Priscus Schneider." Jennifer responds in her serpentine voice. The Nosferatu Beast was less able to hide. The Priscus of the Nosferatu displayed this as her voice slithered and coiled as she spoke. The Priscus of the Nosferatu bowed her head in respect to one that she sees as recognized in the Domain, which required a deeper bend of her head.

"No. There are some things that I am glad to see as art. Yet that piece," She shook her head slightly. "- I find much too visceral and polarizing. I would hope that these," A half turn to look over the paintings on display.
"- are able to inspire conversation on art. And other matters."
Jennifer did hate to place limits on conversation.

"Thank you both for coming." A look to Alessandra with the sincere smile. A look to Priscus Schneider, pleased with his attendance.