Out and About - Safari 1

[Ashley Cohen]

Two birds with one stone?

Ashley cannot miss out on a chance to view the sights and sounds of Sacramento or dabble a bit in the public relations department. Lately, she has kept her nose in books, researching aspects of the city. But with a clear and defined goal now built, she can unwind a little, as well as make a presence. Bringing idea to reality would have to be side-lined for a chance to help boost the Carthian image in Sacramento. A desperately needed affair...

Ashley walks upon the gathering bearing a camera in hand. What better way to fit the image of a tourist?

There is no grandiose entry on her part, apparently arriving on foot from further down the block. She glances over all those already present.

Still so many unfamiliar faces...

Or is it vaguely familiar?

Ashley cannot help but give a shrug as she begins to feel the fight or flight instinct of her beast rise sharply. She pauses in step for a brief moment to let her steely-resolve cage the instinct so she could focus on the matter at hand. Drawing in a deep, worthless breath into her dead lungs she continues to the gathering.

She gives a deep curtsy to all those present once she draws closer. "Apologies, though I do not think I have had the pleasure of meeting many of you. I am Ashley Cohen." Ashley glances rapidly between all the faces, still not knowing exactly who is who within the wonderful city of Sacramento. Those diamond blue eyes catch sight of some more familiar faces, as a smile traces her lips. After a moment she rises from the curtsy and glances to the vehicles chosen for tonight.

Seems like I have a trend going with Cadillac...

[Vassagon]

More Beasts approach, most are familiar, but still the burden weighs on the cautious neonate who does his best to block out their presence. Unfortunately that would not be the case as Adler comes in for a straightforward handshake. Gritting his teeth he gives a forced smile, that retracts quickly as the man moves on to greet others.

Chase continues his conversation with Aοleen. "Yes, it may well provide us all with that remedy. It is excellent that Miss Villiers and Miss Sage were deigned to put it together. They are both resourceful and reassuring in their efforts to create a sense of community among us." And a chance to meet new kindred as they come into town. A chance to see where one stood among them. But despite their growing crowd, Chase new they would be separated into vehicles for the journey. Less Beasts, but more closely crammed together, hardly a consolation.

[Martha Villiers]

Martha is all smiles and is clearly delighted to see people arrive. Nodding cheery greetings, she readily returns the hello's and good evening's of everyone whom she sees. Things were suddenly busy and she was tested in her graces to keep from becoming overwhelmed. Her smile remains, though her limp grows more obvious.

Clutching at her clipboard as spends a bit of time exchanging pleasantries, "Good evening, Mr Smith!...Hello, Mr Ankers!" she adds a happy wave of her clipboard towards him, "Thank you, Brother!" she replies to Teodor, nodding cheerfully, "I do hope this evening will go well! Ah...good evening, Miss Star! Golly! What a lovely dress you have there!" Martha cannot help but investigate Velma's alabaster legs a moment. Clutching her clipboard to her chest as she does so, before waving a greeting to Ashley. "Ah! Miss Cohen! How lovely to see you! What a splendid skirt you have there! I do like that pattern!" is offered gleefully as she sneaks a look to inspect Ashleys legs and shoes.

She seems only too happy to see people greeting each other...this, she decides with a happy giggle, will probably remove the need for the 'ice breaker' I have in my satchel.

A respectful nod is offered to Adler too.

[AlphaStrike]

Zach sees that the greetings are slowing down, and turns back to Neil Kingsly (@%1;), who had tried to start a conversation with him, but had soon been lost in the greetings and salutations of the new arrivals.

"My apologies, good sir, but the press of conversation is somewhat greater than I expected. Let's step aside for a moment to introduce ourselves properly, hmmm?"

[Aileen McFarlane]

Aileen was glad that both her stature and natural unobtrusive proclivity let her remain on the outskirts of the gathering kindreds. She knew she was here to mingle, but in so huge a gathering, it was doomed to fail. There would be time later in the cars, maybe. In the meantime, she was having a talk to further relate to a fellow dragon, and that was no wasted time.

I am not surprised to see Ms Villiers at the center of this event, but who is this Ms Sage you're talking about, please ?

[Martha Villiers]

Tiny Martha, still smiling, is soon checking the names of the arrived against her clipboard list. Having had the Seneschal's apologies earlier, she knew Ariana would be absent. She looked around for Dillon ( Wolven Pryde ) and was glad to see him striding confidently from the Avalon with the map cases he and the Bailiff had helped prepare earlier.

Offering Dillon a cheery wave, she smiled again as she listened to everyone meeting and greeting...delighted as, afterall, this was one of the Mission Objectives, and did her best to look available for conversation should anyone wish to speak.

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon's chin lifts in greeting, and his wry smile splits into a cheery grin at Martha's equally cheery wave. Though he is still several paces off, the Beast makes its presence known. Hellfire and brimstone. Eager growls from three separate voices, and three hungry jaws. It is pleasantly, wickedly surprised to find the prospects of a challenge among one of the others who aren't masked, and Ashley Cohen bears the full brunt of its predatory salutation.

The Gangrel himself? Well, perhaps his grip on the keys in his hand is a little tighter for a moment, but that is it. His smile never falters. Glad to see everyone already talking amongst themselves, he only offers a general "Good evening, everyone," as he gets close, before a smaller nod and a "Ma'am" to Martha as he draws nearer.

A pinstripe blazer and jeans is something Dillon wears very well. Though his shirt is untucked, and the thin jacket between it and the blazer adds a more modern twist on the casual look, the Gangrel doesn't look like a slouch at all. He has had a lot of practice in blending with the youthful age he is stuck at. The flush of color in his lips and cheeks, like his clothes, are only a tool.

Even though he is tasked with the security of this building, Martha Villiers, and Sacramento as a whole, Dillon looks perfectly comfortable. He has the authority to invoke his duty with lethal efficiency, and yet, when a kine girl inside danced his way and left her number in his hand, he looked perfectly cordial in accepting with a smile. The piece of napkin found its way to his pocket, and will later find his herd.

Hunting in the Rack is pitifully easy.

He notes several new faces, or more specifically, faces he has only seen in Court. Which is excellent. Along with Neil Kingsley, Cal, and Velma, and older members of the city such as Daniella and Wooding, it appears to Dillon that they have achieved the desired blend. He shares a sly look of success-thus-far with the tiny Herald.

Dillon only speaks up after quietly doing a general head count, then passing sets of keys and one of the map cases under his other arm to the Bailiff and Hierophant. "Unless more people join us, we might not need the fourth car. Five or six in each vehicle is hardly uncomfortable for an Escalade.

"What do you think, Miss Villiers?"

And Good Lord, how long has it been since I've driven a Cadillac?