Meet and Greet with History

[Twist]

From her vantage point in one of the private Column rooms, Twist watched the shuffle of Lily patrons around the main floor. Though not choreographed like one of her shows, there were nonetheless patterns that were held. Routes walked more frequently than others, corners avoided, strong characters that held focal points for the whole room.

Given the atmosphere of the Lily, she hadn't changed from work outfit. A fitted grey suit, that at second glance was shown to be pinstriped. The grey of the stripes only a hair darker than the rest of the suit. A purple blouse was a splash of color to match her heels. Her dark hair was looped up in a relaxed bun at the nape of her neck, a few strands curling free of their restraints.

She fought the urge to slip out and into the dance of people, instead leaning back in her seat. Lance should be arriving any time now and his letter spoke of talking, not reveling in the press of humanity present at a bar.

[SrsBsns]

Lance desperately wanted to make a good impression on his Priscus. There were a lot of reasons - the Carthians had some kind of sword of Damocles hovering over them, as Prefect it was his job more than any of the others to project an air of responsibility and respectfulness to mitigate some of the damage the Movement has caused itself in the past. Learning about what happened in the past wouldn't magically fix current issues, but it at least could give him a roadmap on what long term residents expected and how to avoid those pitfalls in the future. He also wanted respect in the domain, he didn't want to be on the bottom of the pile any more than any other forward thinking Kindred did. You either climbed the ladder with help from above or you climbed it on a pile of corpses under you. Smart money was on help from above.

Also, she could tear him apart in a couple seconds if he looked bad. The incident at court proved that without a shadow of a doubt. Best thing to do is get someone that can do that to like you, even if just a little bit.

So he had gone to Dillard's the night before and bough new clothes, pressed cream slacks and a fitted dress shirt in a light fatigue green. The shirt came with a yellow and black striped tie that looked good at first but at the last moment he decided that it would make him look like a bumble bee, so he replaced it with a honey yellow silk tie. He thought the colors went well together. Arriving, he was guided over to Twist's location inside one of the Pillars. Closing the entrance behind him, he bows his head to her. "Good evening Priscus, thank you for seeing me tonight."

[Allison Black]

Allison had little information to go on, yet she had made do with less in the past. With a bit of research on the Lily, she was able to dress appropriately, wearing a lovely black dress. It was a tad revealing, but in respectable ways and it still left a lot for the imagination to create. She blends in with finese that was gifted to her when she was living and finely honed with the help of Jared, after her death.

She flowed through the patrons towards the central bar, enjoying the atmosphere while she searched. All she had to go off of was a name, Twist, and with that she didn't even know what gender her Priscus would be. As much as she blended in with the patrons of The Lily, she stood out to a select few because of her inquisitive scanning of the room from time to time.

[Schon]

Lenny glanced at the mirrored surface of the glass room that Twist was in and studied Lance as the Carthian joined her. He smiled slightly at the thought of the last Carthian Prefect Twist had spoken to.

"Huh."

The realization came that every Prefect had been a Daeva. He hand't made the connection before but it made him curious about the Clan traits and whehter it was coincidence or not. It took another few moments for the second realization to come, the pressure of another Beast, weaker than the first, but both still intruding like sandpaper across his skin. The second one seemed to blend in with the crowd even if he knew she wasn't a regular but her appearance still demanded attention.

He waited until she looked in his direction, and slowly and deliberately ran the tongue across his upper teeth.

[Allison Black]

Allison took a seat at the central bar and admired her surroundings. Her beast reeled, like she expected, but she still could not quite make out where the presence was coming from. She pulled out her i-phone and checked her text messages and e-mail quickly before tucking it back into her purse.

Glancing up her eyes somehow locked with Lenny. "Is that Twist, someone else, or just some creep..." She thought to herself. It was up in the air, but it was worth it to find out. She gave a friendly wave as her smirk turned into a full blown smile.

[Schon]

Like the proverbial angel on one shoulder and devil on the other Lenny's devil spoke in the barks and snarl of the Beast within a dull, angry rumbling at the insolence. The angel that was the conscience of The Man ironically had come to sound much like Arnoud with the calm patient cadence that was strained with compassion laced with paranoia.

He lifted his glass, swirling the alcohol in his mouth a moment before carefully spitting it back into the glass. Every year it tasted more like gasoline or rubbing alcohol and the dull throb and sting in his mouth and tongue took a little longer to evoke memories. Not so much memories as a feeling of when things were simpler. He pointed at Allison, and made a come here gesture.

There, Arn, a compromise.

[Allison Black]

Allison gave a nod and turned back to the bar. With a quick glance she snagged the bar-tenders attention. "Two parts vanilla vodka, one part Malibu, one part Frangelico, and one part Creme de Cocoa..." The bar-tender nodded and mixed up the shot, while Allison laid a twenty down on the bar.

She took up the shot and moved through the throng of people towards Lenny.

"Give this one a try..." She gave a wink as she held up the shot for him.

[Twist]

As Lance opened the door, Twist felt the faintest flash of another behind him and her beast stirred at both that and Lance's presence. But just as Lance closed the door, so too did Twist close the door on her beast.

Twist gave a pleasant smile towards Lance, "How could I say no?" Straightening slightly, Twist shifted to indicate that Lance should find a seat, "Make yourself comfortable." She waited until he had done so before continuing, "So- what would you like to know?"

[SrsBsns]

Ha, 'make yourself comfortable' says the ancient vampire that can disassemble neonates in less than three seconds. Still, he takes a seat at the request of his Priscus.

"Well, as you know I've recently become the Movement Prefect. One of the problems I'm faced with is the fact that we... well we honestly have no clue what's happened in the past." He smiles, the expression trying to convey how embarrassing and frustrating the situation is. "We're all new to the city, the last long-term member - Mister Pope, left for reasons of his own before I joined. I was hoping you would be willing to give me some history of the Domain and the Movement's part in it."

[Schon]

Lenny raised an eyebrow at the confection but took the shot. He gave it a small sniff and held it up against the backdrop of a light to see the consistency and how the liquids had mixed before tossing it back.

"Sweet but a little impertinent, with just enough mystery and tingle to pique the interest," he declared his judgment.

He set the glass down pointed at the bar. "Tell them to make you two shots of vodka with a half jigger of creme de cassis and garnish it with a lime -- and put it on Lenny Pope's tab."