(2604)Eternal Court

[Alessandra]

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.

Eternal Court is open once more...

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

Eternal Court is not a singular event. Always open and in constant motion, a compression of the comings and goings of Kindred within Elysium throughout the nights. As such, Eternal Court is also never truly empty; this can include 'faceless masses' of Kindred beneath notice, ghouls, herd members, devotees, or even officials in their offices.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer strode into Elysium with ladylike grace. She wore a classic ball gown in black, wearing her dark brown hair in an elegant French twist. Liam walked two steps behind his Regnant, stopping at the coat check to turn over his Lady's item in a three foot long delicate white linen case and his own kicked black box.

Liam stop by the wall. His eyes moved around the room and watched those present. Jennifer moves around the room slowly, her dark brown eyes marking the Kindred and Ghouls present. She notes that those present were those who escaped any recognition from those who mattered.

Jennifer moved to the table near the far right. After a moment of observing the room, Jennifer looks through a leather bound handwritten journal.

[Seryna]

The faceless kindred continue to mill about.

After a moment, a relatively young kindred burst into the room. His expression was wild.

[Alessandra]

Eternal Courts were usually a toss up for the Savage, sometimes she went, sometimes she stayed in her office.

Tonight, she felt like going.

Gabriel opened the door, Cain stepped out, followed closely by the Italian, who was casual in expensive dress pants and a lace top. Which exposed most, but not all her upper body ink when she removed the jacket.

Pausing, she looks over the room, seeing Jenn, she lets the weakness wash over her as her Beast does what it does. Snarl with rage, making demands for the flesh of the Haunt, wanting to see her blood adorn the walls. But there would be no violence tonight, and Ale pulls back on its chain, putting it back in its place.

A respectful bow of her head was offered to Jennifer Hazelton , on befitting her stations and the respectful the Savage had for her.
Then her dark eyes snap to the disturbance of the quiet ambiance of the Elysia, narrowing as her lips curled into a partial snarl.

“How dare you burst into my Court like that!” billows her Italian accented voice. “I highly recommend you have a damn good reason.” Her tone cold.

[Otto Schneider]

The Reverend Otto Schneider, Reeve of Sacramento, had been in a fell mood when he descended on Elysium. It wasn't any one thing, really, it was several small things all frustrating him over an extended period of time. However, being aware of that fact did not make it any easier for him to quell the negative emotions stirring in his mind. He was terse with the Ghouls staffing the venue, ever more than usual. And when he entered Court properly, oh his Beast reveled in it. It was only by the grace of the Prince's overwhelming presence, even when she wasn't physically looming over Court, that he was able to keep his worst impulses in check.

The Reeve counted every individual face in the venue. Yes, counted. He tried to commit their details to memory as best as he could, but he ultimately was settling for reducing them to numbers. He nodded at them as appropriate, albeit only just as politely as propriety dictated. As he spotted the Seneschal, he bowed to her, muttering 'Good evening,' as he did so. Still, no smile crossed his lips. His response to the Prince's own presence was actually much simpler, instead stooping his head low enough during the bow that it was impossible to see the impassive expression on his face.

When the younger Kindred suddenly burst into Court, shattering decorum, the Lord was literally beginning to quake with rage. It was just one more thing, one more damnable thing... and something that, in lieu of a Keeper, was his responsibility as Reeve. It was almost an afterthought, really. But he had begun to stalk towards the other vampire with the intention of giving a verbal dressing-down that would stretch limits of propriety when the Prince intercepted the other man first. Otto was almost angered by this as well, but there was an oddly soothing sensation that started to flow from it. Ah... schadenfreude.

A soft sneer spread over his features as he kept a respectable distance from the Prince, though still kept himself apart from the rest of the faceless masses. Should she desire him to act, he would. But in the meantime, he could see her flex her might up close without being on the receiving end. A rare treat.