(Mission Briefing)

[Martha Villiers]

The seemingly newly appointed local butler, the exotic Dal, will show arrivals to the Meeting Chamber...

Whilst awaiting the arrival of the various teams Martha has made full use of the time and also requested the presence of the Keeper.

In the Meeting Chamber she's set up the three Flip-Charts showing fairly detailed maps of Sacramento and Millers Park Marina.

The Meeting Chamber appears to be free from threat and is well decorated in a classic boardroom style with a large and long polished wooden table. Enough chairs around it to suit a large group and a single Flip-Chart mounted with poster sized paper stands close to the table at the end nearest the door.

This room also has a bright scent of lemons about it.

Within the Chamber and quietly conversing, tiny Martha sits with Dillon to her right.

On the meeting table itself are several mid-sized identical sturdy plastic boxes, two standard issue 9mm handguns, at first glance an expert might identify them as a Glock, with a box of matching ammo and holster each...the boxes being the sort usually used by anglers for holding fishing tackle.

Also on the table are tall glass tumblers for the lemonade on offer in the chilled carafe.

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

Tiny Martha is busy in the Meeting Chamber of the Avalon Elysian Field. Martha, dressed in her more familiar neat and clean Edwardian style school uniform (though her pleated skirt hangs daringly just above the knee tonight and she's wearing her C-Leg).

She is busy pinning print out pictures from her earlier investigation and a plan of the Millers Park Marina to the Flip-Chart and making certain her notes were ready while awaiting the arrival of potential fellow investigators and the briefing to follow...

Each of the seating places has a yellow legal pad and two ballpoint pens associated with each.


@Psychangel @Matamune @Moonfang @Jokor @Kelreth @Korvin @Cryotic @Sabeleth @Lobo Argost @Tiffany Dali

[Michael Redfill]

  Stocking up on Blood

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-01-08 05:02:26		Michael Redfill rolls 3 to grab a snack (Pre + Pers) (10 Again)		8, 9, 1		2 successes

Michael is the first to arrive at the meeting. Tonight was going to be a combat operation, so he doesn't come in his Porsche, but brings a relatively inexpensive rental instead. The doctor is wearing a heavy leather coat that does a great job at concealing the kevlar vest he has underneath. He has athletic shoes on his feet and there are leather gloves in the pockets of the coat. The car houses lockpicking equipment, a flashlight, some batteries and a first-aid kit in the trunk.

Those things aren't illegal in California, but if a cop sees you wearing one, it raises all sorts of questions.

The pressure Michael feels from Dillon's Cerberus is somewhat dulled by the fact that the doctor is pretty much full tonight. He greets the Herald and the Reeve politely before taking his place at the table and waiting for the others to come.

[Jokor]

Julian walks into the meeting, he had been told this would be a combat mission of some sort, so instead of the usual suit he was wearing, he had opted for a more casual look, sturdy shoes, a pair of jeans and a coat. His lockpicks were a pocket on the inside of his coat. He might not be the best fighter, or even a good one. But when it came down to sneaking around and breaking in he was second to none.

"Good evening all." The balding nosferatu greets the people already assembled in the meeting before he sits down at a free seat. Patently waiting for the rest to come.

I want to have made julian fed beforehand. But what is the dicepool for sneaking up on somebody and then feeding? Stealth and dexterity?

[Moonfang]

  Grabbing a meal

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-01-08 08:44:49		Roderick rolls 4 to grab a meal. (Str+Sub) (10 Again)		10, 4, 1, 3, 7		1 success

An army marches on it's stomach. A little Frenchman who got too big for his britches said that at one point. Apparently it was profound enough that it carries on in the modern era as Roderick was never sent anywhere without being thrown a MRE to chug down before his boots hit the ground. He attempted to do that again in Sacramento, but found the pickings slim. With the desire to not ruin his punctual reputation, he had to cut the hunt short.

Though he was living on other's good graces by rooming in the Avalon, he did enjoy one advantage. That was being able to casually hear the comings and goings of some of the folks. It was how he first heard about the break-in. And when he was told about reading up a mission to find the people who did it, well he wasn't one to pass up a chance to do community service.

Once he returned to the club, he headed to the Armory and stocked up. Trading his good appearance attire for something more rugged. There was a a pair of thick jeans and steel toed boots for his lower body and a t-shirt and a leather jacket for his upper body. A pair of leather gloves completed his attire and he made his way to the meeting room.

Standing at the door frame, Roderick gives it a few sharp knocks before turning to enter the room. "Good Evening, Herald Villiers. Revee Connery." Although his voice was calm for the most part, it belied the way he was hit when he entered the room. Martha as always hit her Beast so well he had to remind himself she was a Kindred. Yet Dillon's presented itself full force. He looked away, but it didn't do much to ease the pressure he felt and he had to will his Beast to remain calm.

He quickly placed himself in the chair and took a glance around the table, spotting the armaments. He held his hand out towards the Glock and asks both the Herald and the Revee, "May I?"

[Jokor]

   2 suxx

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-01-08 16:09:07		Julian rolls 6 to Taking a bite (10 Again)		5, 7, 8, 10, 2, 1, 2		2 successes

[Cryotic]

  Not so sneaky as he thought, no extra blood for Dan

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-01-08 16:49:43		Daniel rolls 4 to Sneaky Snacks (Dex + Sth - 2Flaw) (10 Again)		4, 4, 4, 6		failure

Daniel shuffled his way in through the door not exactly in the best of moods. There wasn't really much to say about it, he was looking to feed on a mark before heading here at the behest of Domain officials. He found a mark, almost snuck up on him, then the bastard went and turned around for no good reason.

Then he had to rush in here before he'd end up being plain late. He'd given the newfaced butler dude a Who the hell are you? look. When did this place get a butler? As he slid himself through the door he felt the beast begin sizing up everyone in the room. Mostly Daniel was trying to not turn right out the door the instant the Reeve's beast started mingling with his own.

A moment of restraining himself and Daniel introduced his presence to everyone in the room. "'Evening all." He glanced between those in the room. His eyes lingering on the Kindred reaching for the gun.

Daniel would give a quick glance to Dillon questioningly. It's a gun, Jim. It was clear Daniel was a tad uncomfortable with the guns being anywhere but on the table. In his head you didn't pick up a gun unless you planned on buying it, maintaining it, or using it. He wouldn't stop Roderick if he decided to pick it up anyway or the Herald or Reeve gave the go ahead, it was probably unloaded anyway given from the ammunition of the table. But even though the undead aren't quite as worried about getting shot than humans are anyone with a gun could give a kindred trouble.

[Jaqen]

  

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-01-08 18:05:53		Korvin Angustri rolls 5 to Grabbing a Bite (10 Again)		5, 8, 8, 7, 7		2 successes

Korvin had headed off after grabbing a bite from one of his Family, he heard earlier at the Chapter House that there was some issues going on with the local court/club. He wasn't sure of much more than that, really but if it was a problem at a club that might earn him some esteem amongst colleagues, well all the better. Korv was in full party get up, wearing a suit that might've looked more in place in miami, though instead of a suit jacket he was wearing a red leather jacket and had spiked his hair, rather than wearing it down. (think fight club, with a romani accent)

His beast was in check behind the mask, though when he came around and entered the room he gave off a sort of aggitated, nervous laugh that could be interpreted as a little obnoxious. This was of course a pale comparison of the struggle behind his eyes at meeting all the new undead faces, though one or two he saw were familiar. After the laugh he took a deep breath and steadied himself before heading over and giving a nod of acknowledgement to the Grand Wyrm. Making his way around the room he pulls out a cigar. It looked hand rolled, but certainly not expensive and likely done by Korvin himself. No lighter presented itself, but he fidgeted with the cigar, rolling it between his fingers. "Hahaha...Hey guys. Whew, lots of new faces here. Evening..." Korvin said chattily as he took a seat.

[Joseph Hartman]

An older suit is the set for tonight. Joseph hasn't had the time or funds to get a new set of suits just yet. Making sure his old friends and contacts were still around has taken precedent sadly. A dark blue button down shirt glimmers, partially hidden under the black suit. A cellphone, off of course, wallet, and keys are all the Ventrue brings with him.

Stepping into the room Joseph pauses to let it wash through him. Some old faces. Martha and Connery both get respectful nods. The Ventrue takes in the others quickly.

"Good Evening. I'm Joseph Hartman, recently returned to the Domain.""