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*Ciara watches as the small Keeper looks about the room, then heads towards the piano. The thin Ventrue blinks twice, a rather confused look on her face. Perhaps she should have told the Herald that she wished to talk with her, rather than set with her. Either way, Ciara can only giggle softly to herself; making her way over to the piano once beckoned.*
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Blush, Imbibe, Blush, Blush, Blush, Imbibe, Jennifer notices the new Deputy Burns with Regent Hart and her interest peaks. She glances about the room for a beat; searching for Dog. Not noticing his presence; she notes the oddity as she moves within the room. Her brown eyes regard the small groups with interest; her gaze flicking between Whip Powell and Seneschal Donovan and the pair of Priscus Grigoriev and an unknown kindred. The Nosferatu drifts along the room; her eyes moving between conversing groups. She had a mind to speak to someone; but she didn't see him. Most curious.
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The door to the Harpy's office opens and shows a man who still looks over his shoulder to Alice. Some may already recognize him as her ghoul, but the Harpy had never taken him to Court before. Still it is nice to try once, having someone to open and close the door. 'and leave it open please.' are the last words that could be audible to someone close at the door. Why should Conner be the only who takes his ghoul, and even his herd, to Court? And, why not if it turns out to be functional?
Nicholas, dressed in a dark Armani slim suit, takes his place next to the opened door. Thus he doesn't look like someone to stop Kindred from entering. Alice looks into the main area of Court from behind her desk. The evening has officially started. She smiles, almost ominously.
Alice
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Dillon catches Martha's invite just as he is about to approach the newcomer himself. Seeing that her beckon got them out of the way of the Court's main drag, might get the new guy Acknowledged, and provides Dillon with an opportunity to size up the fellow all under the guise of a pleasant conversation, he shakes his head just slightly. He wonders if there was anything more to the Herald's asking the biggest Beast in the room to join them, or if that was just because Ciara had already been with her.
That woman is a genius sometimes. Merely brilliant, others.
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The Legalicious Grangrel had been perusing the message board. Roxie had a slight evil smirk of a laugh while she was reading. Oh this will be fucking fun. After Dillon, who she saw in the hallway, had mentioned how interesting the last familyfightmeeting was, she was sad she missed it. Dillon may have said interesting, entertaining or whatever, but she wondered if he was just being polite at court.
"Hey Tracy." ( Jag )She glanced at something else, could have been another hot guy but who knows. There were a couple she met at the Claire, who talked her ear off. "Treating me fair." I'm fucking here aren't I?
"How about you?" She said with raised eyebrows, which could have meant she gave two shits... or she actually gave A shit. The pen spun around in her fingers as she turned to her cousin. Her eyes moved up and down her petite figure... at her dress....
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"That's good to hear," says Tracy, as her emerald green eyes gravitate to the pen in the Regent's hand for a brief moment. "I'm doing alright myself." The tiny Deputy glances at the message board, a little smirk forming on the corner of her lips.
"So it looks like you are going to be hosting the next family meet up, huh?" she says as she slowly turns her attention back to Roxie. "Do you think we'll get some use out of that pool?" Tracy gives the Regent a mischievous little wink, knowing that the other Gangrel would understand what she is implying.
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Chase Ankers, Lord & Supplicant of the Hunger, sat in his car brooding over the debug results of his latest program. He knew he was on to something with this algorithm but something was tripping him up down the line. His coding software could narrow down the search for the issue but it could only follow computer logic. It was doing what he told it to do but the end result was still wrong. Even his vampiric mind couldn't recall all the bits of code he had entered in the keyboard over a stream of seconds. He didn't want to bring his work into Court with him but he would have to save this for later. He stowed it under the car seat and left his car and headed to the back of the Avalon.
As he enters the Eternal Court he tries to diminish his presence, feeling an edgy mood take over him, his mind filled with code. He'll nod to those that acknowledge him but stay on the periphery of the gathering crowd of kindred.
As Castor descends into the Avalon, he runs his gloved hands through his hair. It had been too long since he had been to court. Of course there were the familiar Beasts of the Bishop, Herald, Seneschal, but there were other newer Beasts as well. Weaker ones too. Younger ones. For a moment Castor feels the raging drive of his monster begging for blood, but in a few seconds it subsides and he continues without hesitation.
There are a number of familiar faces in the crowd. Damned he should speak with. Promotions he should give congratulations too, but first he makes his way towards @Jennifer Hazelton. The fellow Haunt could hopefully shed some light on the new faces he didn't recognize. "Good evening Madam Notary. How have you been?"
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"Good evening, Mr. Drake." Jennifer replied with a pleasant smile. "How are you this evening?"
The brunette turned towards the room; evaluating the conversational groups. "What are you looking for, tonight?" The Notary asked as she slipped into conversation with her Nosferatu brother.
Jen & Castor continue here
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