May Ordo Dracul Meeting

[Max Heinz]

*The time had come for the next meeting of the city's Dragons. Those that had contacted Max or Martha were given an address and a time to meet at a large three story building that lay at the end of a long private driveway. The Dragon's Chapter House sat on a large parcel of land, an imposing guardian of the Order's secrets and the research they conducted.

Chapter House Exterior

As the guests pulled off to the side to park their vehicles, a late model black BWM was already setting deserted in the gravel parking lot. The first floor is well lit, the large double doors at the front of the house open wide so visitors did not have to knock before entering. As guests enter the first floor Foyer, they are greeted by Max's Ghoul, Samantha. Dressed in period clothing, she greets the arrivals with a soft smile from behind the large wooden desk on the back wall.

Samantha

She motions the arrivals up the staircase to the second floor, though she makes no such wave of the arm to Martha. She had been instructed by Max to leave Martha's mode of elevation up to the tiny Keeper's discretion, whether she would take the stairs or the small elevator hidden away a short distance from the main Foyer.

As the city's Dragons make their way up to the second floor, they will discover the double doors of the Order's Private Library are open; with Max already inside and seated at the head of the long cherrywood table that set in the middle of the room. Dressed in the usual white shirt, black slacks and vest he wore to meetings, the Grand Wyrm motions each new arrival in with the wave of the hand. Eight high-back office chairs are spaced evenly down the table, four on each side. In front of six of the chairs are hand-written name cards.

Seating Chart

Max tries to give off his normally relaxed air, but there is no mistaking the slightly pensive mood of the Grand Wyrm tonight...*

[Matamune]

Dr. Redfill is the first one to arrive. It seems that only yesterday he was a green neonate who was sent here from New York without money, contacts or anything else. Now, things were much different. The doctor is wearing an expensive black suit today and as he steps into the library, as instructed by Samantha, there is an air of confidence about him. His plans are progressing well and the digitization of the library is almost ready. With some luck, he will be able to enlist additional support today.


Before sitting down he approaches the end of the table and greets the Grand Wyrm with a bow:


"Good evening, Grand Wyrm Heinz."

[Vassagon]

Chase parked in the spacious lot outside the Chapter House facade in his Chevy Caprice and exited the vehicle, his eyes on his watch as he judged his own punctuality. Locking the vehicle behind him with a the familiar bloop-bleep he made his way to the entrance, admiring the architecture of the old-style building. Once inside Chase the Ventrue finds himself immensely pleased at the welcoming made by Samantha. Though she is unfamiliar to him he recognizes her attire as a servant, something more befitting the grandeur of a meeting of Dragons. He can already feel an air of importance at this needed congregation.

He smiles and says hello to the mortal woman but does not stay to chat, allowing himself to be directed to the stairs which he ascends curiously. He had not seen the second story yet and was curious of any surprises it may hold. It seemed harmless enough as he found the kindred gathered around the large table. The Lord is dressed for business formal, suit and tie and looks pleased with himself. He greets the Grand Wyrm with a deep bow straightaway, "Grand Wrym Heinz, good to see you," he says warmly and circles around behind him to his left. He extends a handshake to Dr. Redfill, "Supplicant Redfill, good you could make it." He in turn moves to Drake, leaving the stranger for last. He keeps his distance, cautiously. He is very aware of the Beasts within the room and while he has tamed his own from fleeing or fighting both Max and Michael's, he senses a challenge in Drake's. He allows a moment for this to settle, a quiver of lips between a smile or snarl. "Good evening, sir," he says simply.

Chase's attention moves to the name cards on the table, "Slave Drummond," he finishes. "Supplicant Ankers of the Hunger, a pleasure." At this he finds his own seat and settles in, fixing a smile upon his handsome features.

[wibblywobbly]

John shows up in his own slighty "has seen better days" car, wearing a simple white button down and some khakis. He offers a polite nod to the mortal woman at the door, however as he walks away he does a double take, John was a fan of Asian women, and makes his way up the stairs.

He offers a polite nod to everyone in the room.

"Good evening, Gran Wyrm, Supplicant Redfill, Supplicant Ankers."

He then pauses at Drake for a moment,

"I'm sorry, I don't think we have met. Name's John Mclean...Slave."

The word escapes his mouth as if it pained him to say it, offering the man a hand to shake. He would never get over that title, not until he finally learned a coil.

[Martha Villiers]

Martha had been upstairs dealing with some preparations for Slave McLean curriculum. Realizing the meeting was due to start, she made her steady way down the stairs nodding to Samantha as she hobbled along to the meeting room.

Emitting no Beast of her own, tiny Martha is attired in her usual English Edwardian style school uniform: a neat straw boater, a black blazer...a pair of scholarly spectacles are perched on the end of her nose. A long black gymslip shows her legs to mid calf...her long, now ebon, hair is tied into two neat twin tails, each tail is tied with a scarlet ribbon bow. A careful dab of lipstick added for the evening.

She wears a white kneesock on her flesh leg and a pair of carefully polished Oxford pattern shoes thanks to her C-Leg. A crisp white blouse is obvious where the gymslip reveals it, as is her red necktie tucked neatly into her gymslip. A satchel and walking cane complete her attire for the evening. A curtsy to offered to the Grand Wyrm as she enters...a nod of respect to her fellow Supplicants.

"Good evening, gentlemen. Good evening, Grand Wyrm...Supplicant Ankers, Supplicant Redfill...Slave Drummond...Slave McLean." a nod of respect to the Slaves also.

Smiling gently and leaning hard on her cane as she meditated to control the Beast within, she soon found time to watch and listen to see what the conversations revolved around and what might be taking place.

[Tracy Burns]

Tracy pulled up to the Chapter House on her bike, parking next to the cars already there. As she noticed the number of vehicles in the lot, she realized that it was quite likely that she was late.

Fuck. Not the way to make a good first impression!

The petite Gangrel tried walking as fast as she could in her heels, which she was still getting used to wearing. Back when she was a nomad, there really was no need to wear nice shoes and pretty dresses. Leather jackets and combat boots were her usual getup, so getting used to the way civilized Kindred dressed for important occasions was taking her some time to get used to. Yet, here she was, wearing a red silk dress and a pair of red heels.

"Hi there," said the redheaded Deputy to the Asian woman as she walked through the front door. She couldn't exactly recall if she had seen her before or not, but assumed that it was someone under Max's service. Tracy offered her a smile and then headed up the stairs as directed.

Once upstairs, it did not take her long to notice the open doors to the library, and the voices coming from inside the room tipped her off as to the location of the meeting. Tracy headed inside the room, offering a polite nod to those already present there. "Good evening, I hope I am not too late," said the tiny Savage, offering an apologetic smile to the other Kindred in the room.

She looked around the table for a brief moment, taking note of the name card with her name on it. Tracy then proceeded to take a seat on the chair across from it. Not being an official member of the Covenant, the redheaded Deputy didn't really know how to address everyone present. She knew that Max was the Grand Wyrm, which made him the one in charge from what she remembered. The Gangrel also recalled he mentioned the lowest ranking members were called "Slaves," but she didn't really know anyone's rank yet, so that piece of information was not particularly useful at that moment.

"I hope this evening finds you all well," she said, offering a sweet smile before she met Martha's and then Max's eyes respectively. After all, they were the two Kindred that she was the most familiar with in that room.

Tracy's Look

[Max Heinz]

*Max remains seated as the city's Dragon's file in, preferring conservation of motion for the moment..*

Good evening, Supplicant Redfill... *He offers Michael, giving the man a bow of the head before motioning the man towards his seat. A few moments later when Drake arrives, Max gives him a deep bow of the head also. He hadn't meet the man before, but he can only assume it was Drummond; an assumption that is confirmed a few moments later when Drake sets down at his seat at the table.* Slave Drummond... *Max answers in the same soft tone Drake had used.

When Chase arrives, Max once more bows his head to his fellow Dragon.* Good evening, Supplicant Ankers. *Max can't help but smirk ever so slightly as everyone began filing into their seats. The place cards made things so much simpler. It was also interesting to watch the interplay between each member as more Beasts began to file into the room.

His own Beast, cloaked by the powers of his Family's blood, growled just loud enough for Max to notice before once more growing silent.

He was momentarily lost in thought until John entered; Max quickly returning to himself to offer a slight nod to the next Dragon to enter the Libray.* Slave Mclean... *The thin Mekhet's voice was impassive, he would save any real emotion until the meeting officially started.

It is not until Martha shows up, as a brunette, that Max has his first surprise of the evening. It actually takes him a moment for his brain to rectify her hair with her clothing; he was so used to seeing tufts of blonde hair sticking out from under her various straw hats. Her curtsy is met with a deep bow of the head, his slight frown replaced with an amused smile.* Good evening, Supplicant Villiers. Decided on a little change this evening?

*The thin Mekhet tries to keep the amusement out of his voice, he had a very important point to make in a few minutes and would like to be taken seriously. Just as he manages to get his smile under control, the last guest for the evening arrives. If seeing Martha with dark hair was a surprise, seeing Tracy in a dress and heels was doubly so.

As she enters the room, a soft "Click" from downstairs can be heard by the Auspex-using members of the meeting as Samantha closes and secures the front doors. Max finally rises, keeping his face even as he begins walking towards Tracy, and the Library doors.* I suppose one cannot be late for the meeting of a group they aren't officially a member of yet. So, no, you're not late, Deputy Burns...

*As he gets close to the petite redhead, he turns slightly, placing a hand on the small of her back.* Please, take your seat... *His hand wasn't so much to guide his lover, but offer her a little reassurance in the unfamiliar setting, should she need it.

Max steps to the large Library doors, swinging the double doors closed so that the meeting could begin in private. Once the doors were secured, the thin Mekhet turns back to the other Dragons, offering everyone a slight bow from the waist.*

Good evening everyone. For those that I yet t become familiar to, I am Maximilian Heinz, Scribe of the Untamed Hunger, and Grand Wyrm of this Chapter House. I would like to welcome you all, and apologize for the delay in calling this meeting. There have been certain... events in the past few weeks that have required my attention. But we will get to those in due time.

With that being said, let's begin with formal introductions... *He looks to Martha, the second most tenured of the city's Dragons, to start.*

[Matamune]

As the other Dragons file in, Michael joins everyone in the greeting action.

Thank the Gods, there are no more of us. Had there been a couple dozen Dragons here, as in New York, we'd be doing this forever.

The only time he is somewhat shocked out of socializing is when Martha steps into the room. Somehow, he has become so used to seeing her as a blond, that brown hair looks completely out of place.

And it will be gone by next evening... But this is change, too.

The doctor listens quietly to the Grand Wyrm start the meeting, while glancing to Drake with a smile a few times. It's his first meeting, and they already have an announcement to make.