Winter Wyrms

[Joseph Hartman]

Joseph finishes moving chairs and tables around shortly before the meeting was due to start. Out of place in the nominally stoic library is a small evergreen tree in the corner. Red, White, Orange, and Blue lights decorate the small tree, a subtle attempt at the humor of fire. The blue Joseph wears is darker and deeper than the bright almost cheerful color on the tree. He had chosen a button down short sleeve shirt for tonight, long sleeves feeling unneeded inside of the Chapter House.

Joseph sits in a chair and waits for the others to show up. He glances around the house as he waits, making a mental note to at the least coordinate with the others in adding some protection to the house.

[Vassagon]

Since there wasn't a bus route that would take him anywhere this deep into Florin Chase had called a taxi and grumbled at the incense flavored air and rough worn seats. As they rolled along Wilton Road he knocked on the separating window for the driver to stop. He handed some bills of cash and stepped out of the vehicle on the side of the road. There was a long driveway ahead but he preferred not to be seen riding in a cheap taxi by the other Dragons.

Chase trekked along the asphalt in black laced derby shoes, his black pleated trousers swishing in his brisk walk. An open black sports coat reveals a black dress shirt cherried by a thin red tie, cut flat at the bottom. Despite the darkness he wore sunglasses that form-fitted to his face and a black fedora hat that kept his long blonde hair pushed back. Upon reaching the Chapter House he tests the door and finds it unlocked, letting himself in.

Knocking on the wooden walls he signals his entry before entering the room that housed Joseph, a man Chase had not laid eyes on before. His beast causes the hair to stand on the back of his neck. Removing his hat and sunglasses Chase gazes at the man once more with clear blue eyes and bows slightly at the waist, with hat in hand placed at his chest, "Chase Ankers, Dedicated Supplicant of Hunger. Do I have the pleasure of addressing the Grand Wyrm?" Hmm, I must have arrived unfashionably early...

[Martha Villiers]

Not for the first time Martha had shunned automotive transport and hurried over to the Chapter House on her bicycle. She had made an effort to wear adequate hi-vi safety clothing and a helmet.

Knowing that to carry her crutches on the bike was folly, she had struggled to cycle with her metal peg leg.

Arriving not long after Chase, Martha took care to lock her bicycle safetly by the side of the Chapter House. Having divested of her safety helmet and tabbard, neatened up her gymslip and tugged her red and black long Oxford college scarf about her, she limped over to the main door. All smiles and clearly excited at the prospect of the meeting.

Martha is dressed neatly in her usual black school uniform. Her straw boater has by now replaced her safety helmet and is perched on head, her satchel at her side. Her blazer is clean and fresh. She had made no effort to Blush so was alabaster white at the small exposure of skin.

She knocked on the main door and let herself in. Anxious and wary. No one to greet the guests? It seemed odd. She stayed at the doorway and was now alert. Martha Heightened her Senses and listened for sounds of trouble. Advancing carefully until she can hear something...anything! Likely as not, Chase and Jospeh talking.

She returns to gently close the main door behind her and hobbled off to greet them both. Lowering her Auspex as she did so.

Martha pauses and respectfully knocks at the door where the gentlemen talk. Awaiting permission to enter.

[Max Heinz]

*It seems the Dragons of Sacramento were providing ample employment to the cab drivers of the city tonight. A few minutes after Martha makes her way into the Chapter House, a Yellow Cab van pulls out in front of the meeting place. Max grumbles softly under his breath, annoyed at being late for the meeting. Something about "Herding cats...". The thin Mekhet is dressed casually for the evening; black slacks and a a dark maroon, long-sleeved, button down shirt.

He hands the driver the fare plus tip, hopping out of the passenger's side front seat and opening the siding side door to allow the night's cargo to unload itself from the back seats. As Max holds the door open, four young women pile silently out of the van. They too were dressed conservatively, at least by collage standards; the four mortals decked out in jeans and a collection of assorted sweaters and blouses. They certainly wouldn't have made the city's Deava jealous of the former Reeve's Herd, but each were attractive enough, in a "quiet girl next door" sort of way. Max holds up a hand, signaling them to wait while he made sure everything was safe in the Chapter House.

A few silent moments at the door let Max's enhanced hearing pick up the muffled sound of conversation inside, the Mekhet happy to see others were already inside; but making him more than a little annoyed that waiting for the cab to arrive had made him late on arrival. It couldn't be helped now, Max opening the door and motioning for the girls to come inside.

He waits for everyone to come inside, before closing the door, Max then leads them to the parlor, the same room he had listened to Martha play the piano some time ago. He busies himself making sure the young women are comfortable and situated properly before he'll worry about joining the others. With all that had happened within these walls recently, he wanted to make sure everything was perfect for the meeting.*

[wibblywobbly]

John McLean, Arrived in his own car to the Chapter house.

The Carthian soon to be Dragon stood for a little while pondering about what he was about to do.

Tonight he wore the best suit he owned, which by no means was absolutely amazing but it was still a good suit. However over that he wore a coat with a hood that came low over his face.

He didn't want to be seen right now, it felt like what he was doing was almost shameful. He was about to leave everything he had ever known as a vampire behind, and he could not help but wonder if it was the right choice.

"Change is Necessary." John mutters to himself and then makes his way into the building.

[Joseph Hartman]

Joseph stands as a blond kindred enters the room. A handsome looking meal as well....kindred.

"Yes you are, I'm still not used to that title." He chuckles briefly. Talk with Max about that.. Joseph's head tilts as he hears movement outside of the room.

"We're in here." He calls to whomever is in the hallway. Joseph extends a hand to Chase. "Pleasure to meet you as well Mr. Ankers."

[OniShadowWolf]

Aodh had the cab driver drop him a street over so he could walk the rest. After walking for bit, he came up to the place that looked like it. He looked at the address and looked back down at his phone, looked back up and then down again. Aodh walks up to the door, looks around listening. "I hope this is the right place?"
He knocks lightly on the door and waits a few seconds before trying the doorknob, opening the door and stepping into the hallway while making himself known. "Hello, anyone around?"

Walking down the hallway scanning the area, Aodh stops to admire some of the pieces on the walls.

[wibblywobbly]

John recognizes the the Grand Wyrn's voice and makes his way toward it.

He enters the room hesitantly, scanning the whole place. the Library seemed right as well as the artifacts, but John had been expecting something much...Grander.

This felt more like a pleasant summer home rather than the headquarters of the secret society of scientific minded vampires who claim their founder was the infamous Dracula.

He see's Martha and Joseph, he also recognized the former Sheriff, other two he did not know.

John had yet to remove his hood, as he stood in confusion and awe of what he was looking at.

[Vassagon]

Accepting The Wyrm's gesture, Chase shakes his hand and offers a friendly smile. He took it that the Wyrm's mannerisms were more casual then the pretense of Court, unless of course his brief hold on his title made him lax in his formalities. Either way Chase relaxed visibly. "I've been looking forward to meeting with you and the rest of the Ordo Dracul since my arrival in Sacramento. I've felt quite out of place without members of our covenant close at hand..."

Chase pauses to turn and see the new arrivals as they filed in one by one through the door led by Martha, the dear Herald of the Realm. He quickly bowed his head, his right arm crossing over his chest with palm raised, "But of course Madam Villiers has always been quite available to me in the meantime. A good evening to you, my lady." His smile spreads into a grin, always pleased to see the diminutive and knowledgeable kindred. His gaze spreads over the others, trying to place their names. He quirks his eye at the large crowd of women surrounding a dark-haired gentleman, and was even more surprised at the absence of beasts from the lot of them.

[OniShadowWolf]

Realizing he became distracted, Aodh continues on to the closest alcove and open the door.
Seeing the small group assembled, Aodh smiles at everyone. "Well this is where everyone is. I'm Aodh Olcán Seanáin, good evening to everyone. "

Looking around the room, Aodh finds a spot to situate himself.