A gathering of the new

[Martha Villiers]

As promised, at 20:00 hours Martha awaits the arrival of the newly Acknowledged...
Daniel @QuicksilverFox85 Cl4re Lee Day Dillon Connery

She hopes that Daniella Sage has the Meeting Chamber ready, she looks behind her to offer an encouraging smile to her trusted colleague.

In the cellar vault beneath the Avalon nightclub, far away from the press of dancing Mortals, the lights are low.

Down in the cellar vault of the Avalon, away from the sweaty press of people and the nightclubs' bright lights it is quieter.

Here a calm atmosphere prevails.

Recessed lamps cast a soft glow and the bright and rich scent of freshly made lemonade and squeezed lemons fills the air.

Tiny and sweet looking Martha stands by the open door to the Meeting Chamber.

Martha is neatly attired in her usual modest English school uniform: a neat straw boater, a black blazer...a pair of scholarly spectacles are perched on the end of her nose, she wears a long gymslip which shows her crossed legs to mid calf...her raven black hair is tied into two long twin tails, each with the red ribbon bows.

A swift glance would reveal that most of her left leg is obviously a C-Leg prosthetic. She wears a white kneesock on her flesh leg and a pair of carefully polished black Oxford pattern shoes, a crisp white blouse is obvious where the Edwardian style gymslip reveals it, as is her red necktie tucked neatly into her gymslip. She wears a useful looking school satchel and carries a simple metal walking cane. Though smelling of minty toothpaste and lemonade, she's shunned more obvious cosmetics.

She emits no Beast but has shunned Blush of Life for the evening.

Her petite presence may seem almost palpably sweet and innocent.

Martha smiles to herself as watches the Courtyard and keeps an eye on The Stairs...waiting for the newly Acknowledged...

[QuicksilverFox85]

His own Beast obscured for the evening, Matteo descends into the lower portion of the Avalon a bit before the appointed meeting time if only to familiarize himself with the place when it wasn't chock full of Kindred. He is dressed nicely for the evening's meeting, wearing black pants, shoes to match and a long-sleeved white shirt; the silver acanthus pin and porcelain mask with green and black accents are attached to the black jacket currently slung over his shoulder. And, as before, he wears the same tinted-just-enough sunglasses.

Once he spots the diminutive Herald, Matteo smiles and offers her a small bow, making sure that the glasses are in place as he rights himself. "Good to see you again, Herald Villiers. I hope your evening has been a good one so far."

[Cryotic]

Now familiar with the area around the Avalon and his own haven, Daniel felt much more comfortable traveling the streets of nighttime Sacramento. Of course, trying to grab a bite to eat was always a bitch, but he was starting to get used to the hunger. His Beast hidden behind the Mask as always, he descends down into the lower area of the building dressed much more casually than last time in a dark green jacket and jeans, ripped at the bottom from long use.

"Good evening." He says simply, approaching Matteo and Villiers, his expression revealing nothing but mild restlessness.

[RebornSeas]

Dress of the Evening

+Strappy gold heels and gold jewelry

Kassidy stepped into the Avalon's vault, his hair cut to a shoulder length bob tonight, and he moved confidently in the black cocktail dress he'd picked out. Mind you, he hadn't needed to dress up, but if he had the chance to hunt after, he wanted an easy meal. 'though the gold dress would be an easier meal - too much for being acknowledged, sadly'

He smiled cheerfully to the herald, and gave nods to the other men present. "Herald Villiers, Matteo, Daniel, Lee. It's a pleasure to see you all again." He approaches the group, but for the most part keeps a few feet between himself and everyone else.

[Chrisie]

Each greeting and wave was returned with sincerity and a smile. "Good evening! Good evening!" she chirped.

"I am well, thank you...and my evening has, so far, gone very well!" she seemed in a good mood. Only once or twice did she need to grip hard at her cane to steady her Beast for the arrival of a puny creatures rival Beast.

There are friendly nods to Lee and Daniel and the others.

"I see we are all gathering promptly!" a happy smile. "I do hope everyone is settling in well!"

She makes a small gesture with her cane, as if inviting people to enter the Meeting Chamber.

"Please feel free to make your way to a seat...and please help yourself to the lemonade."

[QuicksilverFox85]

Matteo nods to each new arrival, tensing up now and again as he struggled to keep the Lion in his breast inside its cage. Kassidy gets a somewhat longer look, as though he's trying to puzzle through something, before the nod. "Good to see you as well."

Once the Herald motions to the meeting chamber the Haunt makes his way inside, taking a look around at the layout before deciding on a chair. The jacket over his shoulder is draped carefully on the back of the chair, taking pains to make sure that the pins are not liable to get banged around. He does get a glass of the lemonade before sitting down himself, though; not that he could drink it these days, but the smell was a nice reminder of days lost not too long ago.

[Cryotic]

As the others filed in, Daniel greets each one with a nod, or in Kassidy's case with a brief "Hey, how's it going?". Once Martha motions into the meeting chamber he follows after Matteo, glancing towards each corner of the room planning what the quickest way out of the room would be should things go south for whatever reason. He eyes the lemonade with a little bit of surprise. He'd never had lemonade before in his past life, although he refrained from taking a glass, he couldn't waste any effort trying to consume a tasty citrus beverage.

[RebornSeas]

"Pretty good, Daniel." His answer to the Carthian is an easy one as glides into the meeting. Though he does hesitate on the lemonade. Oh, he'd love some, but consuming it only to have to throw it up was not something he looked forward to. He reached for a cup, than his hand froze and dropped, himself moving to a chair and crossing his ankles.

[Dillon Connery]

Somewhere between the initial greeting and the migration to the conference room, the group silently grows in number.

Dillon doesn't deliberately reveal his presence, but being the last one in, shuts the door behind him with a smile directed at the others.

Upon drawing attention to himself, and once he is noticed, each person feels the weight of his massive, angry Beast. There is an essence of infernal wickedness emanating from him, wrapped in canine fury. Three low voices in the back of Dillon's mind growl at those other Beasts it can sense. Six nostrils snort clouds of hot ash and cinder, that threaten to obscure Gangrel thoughts.

He doesn't intend to alarm anyone, or give them a fright. But the Reeve is aware how much that is a distinct possibility.

"Good evening again, everyone," he says in a friendly manner. There is an added bow of his head. "Herald Villiers."

Dillon politely takes a seat after everyone is situated. One that places him within reach of the tiny Keeper.

During Martha's one-on-one Acknowledgements, he has generally been staying in his office, with the door open. But with this many new faces and this much potential for trouble, he decides that his quiet presence might be beneficial.