(0909) Court

[Heathcliff Staley]

Heathcliff didn't need to feel the Beasts arriving to know they were Kindred; this he knew by sight. They were his clansmen. Such as it were. He sighed. He rather liked being invisible. What's the deal with the masks, though? Am I supposed to bring one? Or maybe Lazarus is just over-anxious for Halloween.

As the electric door opens for the arriving guests, Heathcliff uses it to sneak out just as he had snuck in, finds a convenient, vacant alley to remove the Cloak, and walks back up to the Sterling, hands in pockets, humming tunelessly.

He walks up to who he can only guess is Taylor McCoy, because, despite the mask, there's only one Kindred he knows that looks like he/she may have boobs, depending on the angle you observed the person from.

"Good evening," he says with a tight, little smile. "Taylor, unless I'm mistaken. It's good to see you again." He extends his damp hand to shake. "Was I supposed to bring a mask?" he asks quietly, sure he's missed something.

[Schon]

As people began to filter in Lenny ducked out of the ballroom to see if there were more security arrangements than a single coat check man. He had also not seen Rosuto which was odd -- and if he could find Twist for a few quick words all the better.

[Yawgmoth]

Taylor, not entirely used to sight through a mask, takes a split-second to recognize Heathcliff Staley. By the sound of his/her voice, however, Taylor seems happy to have been approached by him. "The pleasure is all mine Seneschal Staley." He/she replies while reaching out, shaking his hand. "The official theme was a sort-of formal carnival, which wasn't my idea."

[Ishani]

Ishani and Asa pull up in a dark blue limosine. They both slide out of the back seat, as the driver comes around to open the door, dressed in traditional Venice victorian garb. Although they are unrecognizable through their masks, it is clear to some who they must be.

Asa steps out of the limo first and waits, holding his arm out for his lady to take. Then, they glide up the stairs and into the lobby, nodding silently to those they pass.

As they enter the ballroom, Ishani looks around at the decor and nods to Asa in positive judegement of the choice for the evening. As they glide up to Prefect Arnoud Giessen, Ishani gives a graceful curtsy and speaks through the mask.

"Good evening Prefect Giessen, thank you for your kind invitation to such a lovely Court. As Harpy Naetesh of the city of Sacramento, I must say I find it a beautiful and tasteful setting."

[Rosyn]

After taking in the decorations Lori sees Taylor McCoy is also wearing a mask. It made her curious, and she started to walk over to him, though she didn't recognize the one with him. Just then the Prince and Harpy enter. She stops and watches them memorized by how elegant they look in their old-worldly-like attire.

[Bo Albion]

Mariel has been pondering what to wear when she gets a text from Twist, telling all the Daeva that the Elysium location has been switched. She frowns. The former invitation had specifed "casual wear", but now a ball room was the location.

Crap. Whatever I pick will probably be wrong. She settled on a pretty dress with fall colors, vintage from when she'd been turned, added a pair of bronze strappy heels, and went to the new location, entering with a false confidence as she saw the decorations.

Masquerade? WTF?!?

Mariel's party dress

[Frost]

Rosuto had learned at the last minute of the changes as well and she was not pleased at all. She did not have any time to prepare the proper attire and as a Daeva, this vexed her beyond reason. She even considered not bothering to attend Curt at all.

Then she thought about their new Prefect and how she had voted for him and it would be unseemly not to attend in support of her Prefect at the very least. So, donning a hopefully appropriate dress and pulling out a mask she felt fit her mood, she headed to court.

She parked a block or so away from the hotel and made the rest of the way on foot. She was using the time to compose herself correctly. Not that she was afraid of any emotion showing in her features, it was more a way to set her mental gears on the right track.

She walked up the steps and gave Taylor a smile and a curtsy before entering the building. She walked into the ballroom and looked around for her Prefect. She found him attending to a couple of other guests. She silently made her way around the room to stand next to and slightly behind him.

[Joseph Hartman]

Joseph rolls into the parking lot with a few minutes to spare. He gets out of his car and tucks in his dress shirt and buttons leaving a few buttons undone at the top. He leaves the sleeves unbuttoned and loose. Black dress pants and a dress shirt aren't the best when he has no idea what the theme is supposed to be but they will have to do. Damn any of the kindred in there who would insult him for not dressing properly. He didn't fuck up and not let anyone know where Court actually was supposed to be.

dress shirt

Forcing his scowl to go away and be replaced by a charismatic grin. "Charisma is not a born trait....it is a talent that is learned" Joseph mutters to himself as he walks to the front door. His Sire had made him learn both that phrase and to be charismatic when he had too. And tonight it looked like he would have to kiss ass as well.
Steeling his Beast against the others bound to be present he walks in. Reaching the ballroom he looks around for any kindred he knows beyond a chance meeting.