(1404) Who's Your Priscus Court

**West** · Mar 25th, 2014 04:41 PM

Tuesday often finds Avalon closed, opening on occasion for special parties. Often times, these special parties are Court events for Kindred. This evening, it's a bit of both.

Court also doubles as an unveiling of Avalon's re-branding as Nox Populi. The change hasn't gone without notice, but only guests on the list -- Kindred and their ghouls -- are allowed inside this evening.

Within the club*, music plays softly, and the interior has also been re-done, shrinking the dance floor to focus on VIP seating for bottle service. Large banners hang from the ceiling to hang behind five of the six seating sections -- each bearing the crest of one of the five Clans.

As this Court was announced, it is considered an "official" Court rather than an "Eternal" Court.

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**Jennifer Hazelton** · Mar 25th, 2014 06:47 PM

Jennifer Hazelton was the first to arrive at Court, her Beast calling out before her. Her brown eyes swept over the private lounges and the decor, nodding slightly. She strides confidently towards the Nosferatu seating area. A scarf of golden colored silk dupioni sweeps across her neck, set with an elegant pin. Her attire for the evening was a beaded dress in brown set with silk roses. She wears glimmering gold heels, setting off the brown in warm hues.

Dress image

Mar 27th, 2014 02:20 AM

The new arrangement was so much different than the last time Troy was in the venue. It was all so bright now. Still he couldn't help but smile at the sight. Things do change.

Tonight, the Haunt was in a fitted gray suit with a thin golden tie. He had spent a good deal of time wrangling his hair, and was ultimately able to corral the curls into a clean style thanks to a number of products. There was no jewelry to speak of, save a fine silver watch on his left wrist. Looks like I arrived right on time.

Troy moved over to the area for his family still taking in the new scenery. "Good evening Madam Priscus. Lovely new decorations. A bit on the bright side, but either the Prince or the Herald has a good sense of style." After a few moments, he turns to Jennifer intently listening to whatever she may have to say.

**Asa** · Mar 27th, 2014 09:53 PM

Asa appeared, wearing a black tuxedo. For once, he had eschewed his customary purple, opting for a white bow tie. No need to muddy the waters. The bow tie was perfectly tied, centered, and adjusted. That's what ghouls were for, after all.

He saw the two figures in the slashes of dark and light of the club's lighting -- but felt not a stir from within. It didn't surprise him, given the banner that hung behind them.

Asa made his way over, giving Jennifer ( Seryna ) a smile and nod.

"Madame Notary."

It was a greeting, but something more; not a question, but the hint of an expectation for news from the Unconquered.

"Normally, the lights are down and the music is up," he answered Troy ( DownsideUp ) with an amused look.

Mar 27th, 2014 11:41 PM

He had never been inside the club proper. It just never crossed David's mind. Even when he was acknowledged, brought inside the inner-bowels of Avalon proper, it was through the back entrances and side-corridors the servants knew so well. While he lived in the temporary havens the Avalon provided; David never once dared to step onto the Club floor. To David, it felt like a place off-limits and forbidden to someone like him: bright, loud, thumping, and alive.

David Regan was none of these things.

The Dragon Mortician's arrival into the Club, then, was filled with a touch of reticence. He took comfort in touching his cuff-links, the forms of the Ibis and Scarab Beetle, while at the same time solidifying his resolve against the press of beasts he expected. Stepping in, David bowed to the Prince who was already in attendance and took strides towards the table denoted for the Mekhet.

David tried not to fuss too much with dour brown window check tweed suit he wore and the silver tie in a meek, but fastidious, four-in-hand knot that paired it.

**Jennifer Hazelton** · Mar 28th, 2014 12:29 AM

"Yes, it is lovely." Jennifer smiled as her clan mate approached. "Good evening, Mr McPherson."

"Your Grace." The brunette nodded respectfully as the Prince approached. "I trust you are well this evening?"

**Dillon Connery** · Mar 28th, 2014 08:13 AM

Finally, a Beast enters the range of perception that everyone gathered can sense. A particularly angry one, all teeth and tusks. Canine fury snorting ash and cinder, issuing challenge and promise of murder. Three voices growl from one mind. One mind that wills the hellhound to heel.

As for outward appearances, Dillon rarely gives much thought to his clothing beyond what he intends to be doing in it for the foreseeable future. Court sees him frequently in suits, and for a number of months now, has seen him as both the Reeve and Gangrel Priscus. He naturally marries the two in his own way. A pinstripe jacket is tailored to accentuate his proportions, but the the lack of tie and presence of jeans and dress boots is decidedly nonchalant.

Instead of heading straight for the designated Gangrel section, where he expected to see Roxie, Dog, Mike, and Emma later... Dillon's entrance from the back offices takes him in a less direct, meandering path into the general fray.

Asa is given a respectful nod and smile - beyond the friendly smirk that usually colors his demeanor - but Dillon doesn't interrupt the conversation that is forming. While he'd been meaning to touch base with Jennifer since her return, that can wait. For now, he simply greets those that looks his way. Content to admire the scenery for a moment, and satisfy himself that nothing is amiss.

Mar 28th, 2014 05:32 PM

Douglas decided to wear something a bit more modern than his usual suit, since this was an Official Meeting of course but also because it was more or less his grand return so to speak. If he still felt such visceral phenomenon, he imagines he would have that 'butterflies in his stomach' type feeling. But as it was, his only indication of his own nervousness was the mental emotion itself.

His Suit

He entered the club and looked around. It was nice that's for sure, though he is again disappointed at the venue of such official gatherings. Of course, he would never voice such objections here though. He looked around at the faces and isn't surprised to see so many unfamiliar ones. One except to this however is the Prince himself, who seemed to be mingling with other Kindred. At this moment, the burning rage of his Damnation welled up to almost uncontrollable levels. But the rage did not yearn for the retribution of these sinners before him but instead for him to flee. He even almost took the step back, the step that if he had taken would have started his bolt straight out of the building into the streets. But he stayed. His lips moved in the shape of a small prayer and he was under control of himself again. I will repent for this after court.

Douglas gave the requisite bow to the Prince, perhaps at least a tad deeper than necessary. One cannot be too cautious in the den of predators such as we. He also was aware of Dillon, who was familiar to Douglas as well though he couldn't be sure in what way. Just in case, he gives him a bow of his head (more of a nod really) toward him as well in greeting.

**Cryotic** · Mar 28th, 2014 08:46 PM

Being both an Official Court and on the club area oddly enough, Daniel wasn't sure whether he was expected to dress casually or in something more formal. Not that it mattered all that much to him, his wardrobe was thin enough as it was. Reasons for this including all parts lack of storage space, money, or general interest. Regardless, Daniel entered Court wearing a muted green coat, jeans, and sneakers. A sore thumb amidst some of the others already here, but if the Nox was open to the public at the moment, he'd probably fit right in.

The other beasts in the room pressing against him went unanswered, the Mask firmly on and working like a one way gate. Sighing mildly irritatedly at the entrance Daniel digs his fingers into his palms quietly until the urge to run passes.

Nods go towards the Prince and the Reeve respectively, and a quieter look of acknowledgement goes to Troy. Here's hoping we don't screw this up he seemed to be saying. He didn't recognize the Priest or the other Nos in the room Troy and the Prince were talking to. Not feeling any particular need to socialize Daniel simply moves over to the area with his clan's crest and takes a seat.

Mar 28th, 2014 11:44 PM

The approach of the Prince ( Asa ) warranted a small bow.

"I daresay I dance just as poorly in the dark as the light, Your Grace." Troy smiled a bit. "I'm Troy McPherson, Carthian Prefect. It is a pleasure sir."

It was strange to think that the most powerful man in the domain would mingle so freely, but it earned respect. Elders were always haughty, yet the Prince, at least, didn't totally shirk the company of his subjects.

(1404) Who's Your Priscus Court

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