Camden Spit and Ladder

[Kray]

This Scene was Rp'd on discord during site down time, the first few posts have been ported over.

OG Post: Kray

https://www.camdenspitandlarder.com/


Having heard of the London inspired eatery the Ogre had promptly made his way to it, the closest thing he had found to food from the his mortal stomping ground had been a public house, the Fox and Goose and it had well not meet his standards, neither in truth would this place the food he sought when this mood hit him had long been gone from the world but still it might be close. So with mask hardened so he needn't worry about tonight being disturbed, by fae business anyway, his order was placed.


An entire table outside, easily done in the colder weather had at least two of every item on the menu preciously balanced and the giant was chowing down with gusto in no particular sequence, often moving between unfinished plates.

(1 glamour spent to harden mask)

[Alessandra]

OG post: Alessandra

It was a rare night when the Savage got the chance to walk the city. Usually, she had fires to put out in the Domain, or had to direct her men on business matters to attend to her, or hell, attend to them herself.


But tonight, she had a couple hours to herself. There was a pager on her hip, a disposable flip phone beside it, plus another one in her jacket pocket. One for Kine business, one for Kindred business. Both would be replaced before the sun rose.


Her long raven hair was down, her jacket was a deep green color, a rich, expensive material, her pants black. No makeup tonight, the cold air giving her warm skin a flush of pink from the chill.


It was easy for her dark eyes to spot the giant, not only being the only one outside, but men his size don’t go unnoticed. He would have made for an excellent Ghoul, clearly powerful in his own right, only to be push to the limits with Kindred blood. Such a waste.


Walking up, because she owed this city, a smirk on her face, “All by yourself? Now that is a shame.” Pulling out a chair and taking a seat. Sofia needs no invitation, not if one is looking to make a name for themselves in their business, well, her business. “How have you been?”

(1 vitae spent to blush)

[Jennifer Hazelton]

The Nosferatu stepped into this place, her dark brown eyes moving over the area with care. The brunette had been pulled by the unmistakable pull of the Alder Prince's Beast and a keen interest in the nights activity. Study and contemplation had filled the Nosfertu's nights these past few months. It was time to stretch her muscles. These muscles were the muscles flexed when interacting among the Kine. Before she left the house, she had adhered a flesh colored scarf to one shoulder and her neck. A black, grey, and cream silk wrap was now artfully draped and pinned with a sterling silver Celtic style pin to hide her neck. She wore a simple black dress and golden style sandals, deciding this could work for the eatery.

She moved with a calm confidence and lady - like grace into the eatery. She had donned cream eyeshadow in emerald green, a nude lipstick and green eyeliner to draw out her brown eyes and hair. Her hair fell loose in large waves. Stolen blood flushed through her skin, giving the illusion of life and health.
The Nosferatu gave a wife smile towards 'Sofia'. "Hey, how have you been?"
She spoke in her sibilant voice. The Curse hung heavy in the air.

Jennifer turned to the man and focused. Wasn't this the man who had a sparring match with Helen?

"We've spoken before." She states, letting the man respond with what he would.

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[Kray]

He was just in the process of lifting an oyster to his mouth, with a generous helping of mignonette of course, the shell looking especially tiny gripped in his large hands when He registers Sofia's approach and lowers the molluscs a few inches, given the queen of Sacramento's underworld was arguably the most powerful mortal in the city a social call seemed rather unlikely. Not impossible but ogre's mind starts working as only one that lives in a constate of varying paranoia can.

Still some things are only proper regardless of what happened next, his other hand goes to the moth eaten fedora upon his head and lifts it clear placing the accessory briefly over his broad chest before returning it and casting pale eyes into its shadow once again. "Hm. Is it now? Alone can be peaceful." That and either his demeanour or certain fae magics tended to keep him off most invitation lists. Still she remembers me well enough it would seem. "Ah. But good company is better still." And that was truthful enough. "Uh. Speaking of good company, can I get you anything?" The offer of something fresh seemed reasonable, better then the plates upon plates of food going cold in the night air.

When someone like Sofia De Luca asks how you've been it could just as easily be idle conversation as a chance to confess some wrong doing. His network was spreading no question about it, but surely nothing he did would have filtered up as to attracted the attention of the high and mighty, for good or ill? "Oh. I've been well enough thanks for asking." Was it the club? That was the only thing that came to mind as a possibility. "Hm. And yourself, how have things been?" If his activates had gotten under her skin, enough to come find him personally, it was doubtless he would have to wait long to find out.

And the night seemed wasn't done throwing surprises at him. At first Jennifer goes unrecognised, until she speaks, the ruined voice setting an unpleasant creeping sensation that has nothing to do with the cold in his guts, a spark of memory in his head, it was hard to forget that voice. "Uh. Yeah we have." And she was acting friendly with Sofia? The question was then suck up or friend? Is this meeting about that night in the gym then? That had been some time ago now. Regardless the new arrival with the air of lady like dignity is not invited to sit, not by him, it isn't his table anymore, not with Sofia sat there.

[Alessandra]

And just like that, her Beast takes notice of another close by. It begins to pace, its hackles raised, razor sharp teeth bared as it snarls in anger. Dark eyes glance around for the weakness, and land on Jenn. Her Beast settling ever so slightly, it knew this Beast, but still required the chain to be pulled back, shoved in its corner, ignored.

A slow smile, “Jenn, good evening, I’ve been quite well, and yourself?”

Back to the giant,

“It certainly can be, and I know I enjoy a quiet evening to myself here and there.” A nod and smile, “Is this one of those evenings, or am I intruding?” manners were still good. “Oh, how generous, I’ll just have a coffee thank you. I had a business meeting earlier, a dinner and I don’t think I could eat anything else. But thank you for the offer.” A slight bow of her head.

“Good to hear.” Truth be told, he wouldn’t have a meeting with her personally, it would be with one of her men. She only handled Kindred matters personally. Cattle matters were beneath a personal touch. “I cannot complain, my restaurant is doing well, and my other endeavors are doing even better.” a knowing smile.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer makes a small agreement indication with a minute nod towards the large mortal.
To Alessandra
"I have been well. A great deal of activities to navigate of late."

Dark eyes take a moment to look between the two. More time would be needed to ascertain a surface level understanding of this rapport between the giant and the Mafia Queen. Decades in politics have provided keen insights. In this situation, experience was what she leaned into.

"An interesting cuisine," The words slither like a serpent on dry, dying leaves.
"- I shall need to take a closer look." A polite smile is presented to Ale and the acquaintance.

Jennifer was very careful to present her personas that she dined with Kine as different from who she truly was. A masquerade that monsters must do to not alarm the well. Tonight's persona was a calm and lady - like woman, who possessed social charm as she makes a polite nod and moves to the long table outside. This walks her a little ways from the two others present. Her eyes look over the offerings with interest. She observes the continued behavior of Alessandra and the unknown one, as discreetly as possible.

3 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2025-12-06 04:49:03	Jennifer Hazelton rolls 7 to Observing (Empathy) (10 Again)	2, 7, 7, 2, 9, 7, 10, 8	3 successes

[Kray]

So they do know each each other then. The short exchange is all the giant needs to feed one of a dozen sausage rolls into his mess of broken teeth, he eats very very quickly, to those of an observant nature it would suggest an extended time in life of knowing profound hunger, although by the overly indulgent spread and his current day bulk that must surely have been many years past.


Then Sophia address him again. "Ha. If I was set on a peaceful night alone, I would have stayed inside." Going out meant a level of interaction whatever he did, it also sometimes meant opportunities. "Hm. Your company is quite welcome." Seeing as she didn't seem to be laying down the law. "Ha. Besides is it even possible for you to intrude?" Who would send her away? What would she do to the one who did? Not worth finding out. And when the request is made a large hand knocks sharply on the glass wall of the restaurant to summon a waiter, unsurprisingly they didn't seem eager to bus his overflowing table. "Uh. One coffee, however she would like it." Indicating Sophia, you couldn't just order a coffee these days.

The knowing smile about other endeavours being good seems to suggest he isn't in hot water, not tonight anyway, still can never be to careful, this could still be the calm before a sudden nasty turn. "Oh. A restaurant, very nice." And very Crime boss. Hang on a moment. And the great head turn to look at here building they are all sat by. This could be awkward. "Uh. You wouldn't mean this restaurant would you?" Good thing he hadn't said anything one or or another about the food yet.

The poised woman's shudder inducing voice continues to be well no other word for it off, putting, but until he knows her role here better to play nice. "Uh. Closest thing to London grub I've found in the city." So he wouldn't call it interesting, welcome but interesting. Then again if you weren't familiar all kinds of experiences could seem interesting.

Conceal emotions/motives 1 success (Jennifer wins the contest)

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2025-12-06 06:22:05	Kray rolls 3 to Conceal emotions/motives wits+subterfuge (10 Again)	10, 1, 2, 2	1 success

What Jennifer can read on Kray

The giant is not a subtle creature, in fact he is quite easy to read. He seems to experience his emotions rather intensely.

Sophia's presence has thrown him off balance and he is struggling to navigate the social situation. The show of deference and respect indicate he is aware on some level of her place at the top of society and has he has no wish to upset that apple cart.

A healthy dose of Paranoia is present, which leads him to feel unsafe. But he is not acting on that feeling rather it seems to be channelled into a source of motivation. However, tensed tendons shown in the how sharply he knocked on the wall, the way his eyes flick briefly to soft tissue areas on whoever he speaks to show this unease and indicate a base urge to solve that problem with force and bloody violence but the giant is exerting notable effort to keep those impulses in check.

Confusion is also present he has no grasp of the full social dynamic at the table. Focused specially on who is Jenn? And what is her standing with Sophia? Is this some he needs to worry about?

The last dominant emotion is curiosity as much as Sophia's presence has puzzled him, he in equal part wants to know what has caused her join his table tonight. This is evident by what he is leaving unsaid, he has not asked her directly why she is here rather played around the subject relying on pleasantries. But the Observant can see the question in the squint of his pale eyes.

As for his motives in this interaction: Pretty simple, he wants to enjoy his very indulgent meal, but he also wants to get through the night without earning the ire of the queen of crime now she is present, this ties into the motive to resolve this encounter without the use of violence.

[Alessandra]

There was a nod of understanding to Jenn, “There has been quite a bit of that as of late. Seems rare that to have a night off to just enjoy things.” And yet, she was still working.

The Savage can’t hide her emotions, never really has been able to. Call it a flaw if you will, but it’s just who she is if you ask her. She rather enjoys toying with the Kine who know her standing in the criminal world. What you would see with a cat and a mouse, a cat curious how long the mouse was going to last before the cat got bored of its toy. Predator and prey.

A smile to Kray, “That is always welcome to hear, I’ll keep that in mind for the future then.” A soft laugh. “Of course it’s possible for me to intrude, I never try and rude with my presence. Even if one can force their way into a conversation, doesn’t mean they should, manners never go out of style and should always be adhered to.” She was also Invictus, and etiquette was important after all. “Etiquette is always remembered.” Even more than your name sometimes. An eyebrow raises at the sharp knock on the glass and a friendly smile offered to the waiter, “Americano please.” See, manners, important.

Another laugh, this one more genuine, “Oh, no no no. Mine is an Italian restaurant, as genuine as you can get. Vino Veritas, you should stop by sometime if you favor the best damn Italian food in the city, just let them know I sent you and you’ll be taken care of.” Sometimes it was good to help those making a name for themselves, and this one hadn’t been making messes in the city.

failure

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2025-12-06 21:56:18	Alessandra rolls 5 to Conceal Emotions? (Wits+Sub) (10 Again)	1, 1, 7, 7, 5	failure

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer is discreetly turning her head to study the tall man and the Gangrel Priscus. She slowly moves along the table to make it appear that she is browsing the selections. The fact that Alessandra had thrown off the unknown man was to be expected. She was greatly intrigued at his demeanor towards Alessandra. Was it worthwhile to pursue?
A look over Alessandra. Dark eyes linger for a moment, curious if this was someone who Ale was cultivating.
Jennifer delicately attracts the waiter’s attention as he walks away with Ale’s order with a delicate raised hand.
“A flat white, please.” Jennifer requests politely.

Jennifer moves gracefully to the table and claims a seat with an eyeline with Ale.
“Yeah?” Jennifer says to the man. "I don't eat a lot of food that I would consider London cuisine. Do you enjoy the salmon?"
Jennifer delicately selects a plate of King salmon. It looked interesting, although would it be worth burning the blood to eat it? Not likely.

“I would love to know what you think of the ambiance of Vino Veritas, if you decide to visit.” Jennifer states, her eyes lingering on the tall man.

[Kray]

Did that mean he would be seeing the queen of crime drop into his days nights more in the coming months? Or was she just being polite. This could complicate things a bit. A fork finds a pork chop and is swiftly joined by a knife to cut a strip. "Hm. Depends what you mean by manners. Some do go out of fashion." The length of meat vanishes into his maw and is handled quickly, but he does not talk while he eats. "Hm. Some things are proper is what I was taught." And some things must be abided he had learnt at great cost. As for etiquette well from improvised youth to street thug to cannibalistic pit fighter for a thing of nightmares that had never made into his education. "Ah. I was some fancy magic show and meal place the other month they had a lot of that. Dress code, different forks and what have you." A slow shake of his great head. "Ah. None of that ever made a lick of sense to me." That is what he seems to think etiquette is, not a man of high society. Besides mortals tended forget such precise details as what fork he used, a little faerie magic made sure of that.

Even when the big boss of the city bursts into laughter the giant doesn't relax, he honestly does not know her well enough to have any idea if that's a good or bad thing. Some gangster could laugh right before taking a swing at your head. But as she speaks it seems to have been alright. "Oh. Well that's good." The giant had no desire to step onto her turf so blatantly as she had found him this night. "Uh. Very kind offer." But indebting himself was a serious no no, something he was very resistant to do. So instead he smiles in nasty way with his broken teeth and flicks one of his cauliflower ears. "But. With a name like that sounds rather classy and I am, well I am not that." He had been accused of being many things but never, not once, classy. If he ever ever were to visit the restaurant of the Mafia queen it would not be until he had far more sway of his own.

Pale eyes move slowly back to Jennifer at the question, hesitant to to look away from Sophia she had just given a speech about manners and he had no idea what she considered such as he continues to struggle navigating this dynamic. "Ah. there's not much I would say counts as London food in the city." The dish in question. "Uh. A little delicate for me, but hazelnuts and orange really save it." Whoever the chef was that had paired those, knew his flavour palettes. "Hm. More of a pie and steak man myself." But tonight he had needed to try everything to know what was good.

Okay so this other women knew Sofia's restaurant? Or was she asking because she wanted to know what it was like inside? The double guessing, the paranoia was starting to make his head spin, at least he wasn't to hungry right now. "Uh. If." And it was a mighty big if. "I ever find my way inside and we meet again. I'll let you know what I think." That was easy enough to agree to, it was a situation he felt he actually had some control other, Jennifer would observe the giant semes to like that, having control over his dealings.