Sutter Medical Charity Ball

**Miach** · May 28th, 2012 11:37 AM

With the ongoing work on the various buildings of the Sutter district, the hospital management had decided that they needed to communicate about the various donors, to keep the money flowing. A great Charity Ball had been organized at the Convention center, where the most generous donors could make a display of their benevolence in front of all the caritative foundations, medias, and members of the local who's who. And of course the hospital staff.

Dr Jonathan Blyes had been kindly invited. Of course, there was this "Attendance is Mandatory" note by his chief, that left him little room to evade the evening. No choice but to play the part, then. Dressing up in his most formal black tuxedo, the Acanthus arranged his bowtie, and entered the main room, where lots of round tables were set up. He was early, though, and there wasn't many people yet, so he went to the bar, and asked for a cocktail, waiting for his higher-ups to come and pat themselves. How could this be but a boring evening ?

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May 29th, 2012 10:19 PM

A black tie event? Sacramento as yet has seemingly had very few of these. Time to shine! Tickets would set him back a pretty penny, but it's not like a political fundraiser. He'd just live gently and work a bit harder for a month. Though he would certainly get to meet the establishment, so it would probably pay for itself and then some. At the very least, he might be able to make connections with the bartenders.

Chambitas shined his shoes and belt. He preferred to do this himself. It gave him a sense of ownership and mastery. Chambitas actually owned his own tuxedo for just such occasions. That should be dry cleaned. A new bow tie and cummerbund would be required. The last one a dance partner had spilled a stubborn wine stain upon. Sure dark red stain on black would hardly be noticeable to anyone else. But getting dressed isn't just for everyone's amusement. The Mastigos knew getting dressed was for control: control of self, and control of others' perception.

A fresh stack of business cards. A fine black pen, and a second as one as the first inevitably will get "borrowed." His ever present bottle opener concealed against his arm, just in case.

The boutonniere this evening must be eye-catching to contrast all the black and white the gentlemen were expected to wear. Just having one was likely to make him stick out in most crowds. Tonight, a red rose.

Chambitas, in his daytime identity Roman Gabaldon, arrived a on time, but probably a bit on the early side for most of these crowds. Ostensibly to get the first crack at the food and liquor.

Roman makes his way to the bar and requests a few drinks he knows the bartender won't have as a means of giving a business card and a friendly request to be contacted for a greater variety. Settling on an off-brand scotch and ice. It was terrible, which was perversely good for his mission, it means he could nurse it before getting inebriated as the evening wears on.

Looking around he saw one of the people from Ricardo's Gym he had suspected of being a fellow mage. Who, or what, else might show up in his first really big night on the town?

Chambitas decides to throw a little power into his drink. Not because he's especially curious. Just to grab the attention of the bored-looking young man down the bar.

How could this be but an exciting evening?

**Asa** · May 30th, 2012 09:31 PM

Asa arrived fashionably early, wielding his invitation like a parking ticket.

Dressed in a midnight blue Valentino tuxedo, blacker than black under light, he was at his charming best with smiles and handshakes. After all, to adapt a phrase... The Blood Must Flow. Like a broker keeping tabs on hedge funds, he always made and effort to keep his eyes on the blood banks. That, and it was a good write-off.

Suffused with a healthy pink flush of life, he ordered a Manhattan and began to mingle.

With a small smile, he wondered who he might find here.

Asa Clarke
Presence 4 (Confident) • Mask of Tranquility
-1 Vitae Blush of Life

May 30th, 2012 11:20 PM

The fundraising gala, a spectacle Reverb was very familiar with. He had been going to them since before he could walk, literally. On his mother's computer he was sure there were pictures of him mini-suits, napping in a stroller. Hospital galas were not his usual fare. The Royces tended more toward the cultural, not that there wasn't a wing back home at Huntington Memorial with their name on it.

Still, it was a gala and since he was now in Sacramento he figured it was one way to keep his family happy at a distance. Black sheep he may be, he was still a Royce and had to conduct himself as such. Especially if he wanted to keep his trust-fund. Not to mention making friends with people with lots of money was always a good thing. Because at some point you just might need their money for things like 7th century manuscripts to counter-spell an abyssal summoning.

Arriving early, Vincent strolled in idly waggling the invitation. The mage was dressed in a Nedret Taciroglu tux; cream silk shirt and the suit a soft black made with a bamboo and wool blend. The Turkish cut hangs slightly looser and breaths more than a regular tux, meant for the warm nights of the Med. After passing out Royce Foundation business cards to the right people and chatting with the gala planners, the mage made his way to the bar and ordered a mojito. Armed with his cocktail, Reverb wanders into the crowd.

**Allison Black** · May 31st, 2012 12:59 PM

There was no better way to make up for lost time then to hit the ground running. Allison's black dress was form fitting. She had little in the way of accessories going with the black dress, a silver braclet on her left wrist, a small black purse, and a ever present smile. She had made a bit of headway with the American Red Cross in Sacramento, as well as Alpha Phi, a sorority who did a lot of work for the Red Cross. Now, though, it was time for Allison to step up her game.

The supernatural allure of her blood went unchecked, giving her social gravity that she could use to pull even the highest of higher-ups into reach. She arrived fairly early, eager to see what the night had in store. This was business, but Allison was not a believer in not mixing business with pleasure...

Allison held a invitation in her purse, which was hell to get, but no one bothered asking for it as she made her way in. After about twenty steps in, she halted to take in the surroundings and see who all showed out for tonight.

"This should be interesting..." She said softly to herself in preparation for whatever the night may bring.

**West** · May 31st, 2012 01:15 PM

Storyteller Notes

Please note passive powers in your posts or signature -- especially Blush or Mask for Vampires. Please remember that active power usage against other PCs is strongly discouraged.

Some characters in this thread have Status which is relevant.

Upon meeting or observing a character, an Intelligence+Politics roll may be made to see if one recognizes the Status holder, or has heard of them.

Vincent Royce is a minor member of an established family (Fame 1), recognizable to anyone with Culture Alllies, Contacts, or Status.

**Miach** · May 31st, 2012 06:33 PM

Dr Blyes was a night owl, and liked nothing more than to party till late in the night, but tonight would be no such party of wild and frank fun. It would be all work and sham. He gritted his teeth, for he knew that the hospital needed the money. Real people may have their life, their future, depending on his behaviour tonight. At the very least, he would need to avoid making any blunder.

He was in that state of mind when he felt the use of Magic around him, and turned, surprised to recognize the latin man from Ricardo's Gym. So it was no happenstance that he had distributed cards... if he were to go to him, he would hardly have a choice but to introduce himself by his mundane name... instead, he merely nodded at the man from a distance, raising his glass in silent toast, and looked for a diversion.

A man entered that behaved as if he owned the place, nay, the whole town. And you wanted to believe it, just from his gaze. Better to avoid those higher-ups, Miach didn't trust himself to keep his mouth shut. Other people came in as the evening went, but a lady in a black dress stood out as the most beautiful woman in this whole room ( Allison Black ). That was right up Miach's alley, and he walked to her confidently. He wasn't so bad-looking either, after all, and he knew how to play his doctor-card in those situations.

Good evening, Madam. I am Dr Jonathan Blyes, from Sutter. I trust it is pleasure that brings you here, and not business, for you look nothing short of dazzling, if I may be so bold.

Well, it was not too subtle, but Miach was confident. Some had said foolish at times, but well, you only live once, after all. He should know.

Int + Pol failure

**Asa** · May 31st, 2012 08:24 PM

Most men probably imagined they could feel Allison Black's entrance and palpable charms; unlike most, Asa actually could. He didn't recognize the predator ~~clawing at the back of his spine~~ tickling the edges of his consciousness, and slowly turned to see who it was.

Such a Daeva.

He stepped aside as someone flitted past, spamming business cards, arching an eyebrow at recognition of the surname, but not the face. Of course, if carpet bombing someone else's charity with his own business cards was how this Royce person did business, it was no wonder.

Tacky.

And what an awful suit to wear. It looks like it was made by a woman.

Kine or Kindred, I suppose Childer are Childer.

Asa smiled slightly as the Daeva picked up her first admirer, and turned back toward the bar as a snippet of conversation caught his ear.

"Are you in the business of alcohol?" he asked Roman ( shotgunlo ) with a friendly smile, tipping his glass in an appreciative toast.

He'd once been in the business himself. Sacramento had, after all, been one of the 'wettest' cities during Prohibition.

Jun 1st, 2012 03:54 PM

After ensuring she had quite a suitable flush active for the evenings social engagement, Doctor Powell stepped inside the Convention Center. She had not had the opportunity to visit it until now, but it seemed fitting that her first visit should be for an important event. She held a black clutch in one hand, inside which was the invitation.

She steeled herself against the weaker Beast, but it was relatively easy to push it aside and she walked more confidently forward.

As the Haunt moved inside, observing the - mostly - unfamiliar faces, she began to feel quite at ease. How many medical social engagements had she needed to attend in her youth? It sort of reminded her of those, even if this place lacked the grandeur that she remembered of previous events in Chicago.

Josephine felt a terribly old, but those were the days... moments coming along, and she forced it aside. The past had moments of seeming better, in the eyes of the present.

With a reflexive flick of her hand, the good Doctor dusted off a speck of dust from her attractive red dress. There wasn't actually anything marring the material, but it seemed to be a tick she had picked up from somewhere. As she tended more towards, when amongst Kine, Josephine wore a pleasant scent to take the edge from her curse -- to no effect. The Curse prevailed.

It was a good idea though, to have come this evening. It always helped to broaden ones horizons.

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Jun 2nd, 2012 01:18 AM

The room fills quickly. Chambitas is too new to town and doesn't recognize anybody.

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The young man Chambitas thought he would attract barely glanced. A beautiful woman. Who could blame him? Wow, is she gorgeous. Had Chambitas been on pleasure instead of business he would have made the same maneuver.

Someone leaves a business card on the bar, given by one of the extra-fancy dressed party guests. The Royce Foundation. Not something Roman would ordinarily come across. And if he had, his eidetic memory would have told him by now. Charity was not really his forte. Still, that may come in handy some day. These social butterflies never know who they met a week after these things.

Chambitas returned the smile and toast to the exquisitely dressed gentleman with the Manhattan. "Yes sir." He didn't dare slip into his half-Spanish typical speech at a function like this. The crowds that attended these events usually only associated Spanish with, "the help." And Chambitas' own store-bought tuxedo would probably make some of them think he was a waiter instead of an attendee. Granted, he was working here, but for himself, not as a servant.

"Roman Gabaldon. I represent the independent manufacturers of Northern California. A pleasure to make your acquaintance." Roman says while looking the man ( Asa ) in the eye and offering a friendly handshake.

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-05-29 22:17:52		Chambitas rolls 7 to determine just how low-quality watered-down the Scotch is with Discern Composition (Wits+Crafts+Matter) (10 Again)		7, 2, 3, 3, 7, 5, 10, 10, 2		2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-05-31 18:28:42		Miach rolls 4 to Int 3 + Politics 0 (10 Again)		3, 5, 3, 10, 7		1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-06-01 23:52:52		Chambitas rolls 1 to Recognize Vincent Royce (Chance die, no politics skill) (10 Again, Chance)		7		failure

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2012-06-01 23:53:32		Chambitas rolls 1 to Recognize Asa Clark (Chance die) (10 Again, Chance)		6		failure

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