(OPEN) Bunny Ranch

[Velma]

Tradition dictates there is to be a party at club Club Ember for Easter.

Tradition dictates that if there is to be a party at club Ember it is to be an adult party with an adult theme.

So tonight Sacramento’s glitterati celebrates at Club Ember and participates in the Easter Egg Hunt, as eyes chase the scarcely attired bunnies frolicking over the tables, hands tremble trying to reach those whose body is wrapped around the dancing poles or at the stage dancing and choreographing… the club is ripe with the rich and decadent; those whose money and power can afford them to secure their bounty don’t have to wait, their prey comes and sits by their side while whispers, laughs and deals are made, for some it’s a festival of debauchery and excess under the thin veiled pretense of celebration.


There is champagne, plenty of champagne, chocolate eggs, almonds of all shapes and types and plenty of girls to serve them in abundance; all of them, no exception wear cufflinks, a black bowtie, black bunny ears and a fluffy bunny fantasy adorns their rear. There is an intense vibe, a non-stop of movement patrons, girls, champagne bottles popping and music.


Velma has finished opening the party and is around surveying as it unfolds before her; her large smile tells she is pleased. Her attire is similar to the other girls around club Ember, cufflinks, bowtie, black ears and of course the fluffy white scut.

She distributes smiles as she is greeted back apparently the festive mood rubbing on everyone present.

[Matamune]

Pretty soon after the club opens, Eve can be seen skipping down the stairs from the top floor. In high heels. For a moment it looks like she's about to slip and break something but she regains her balance and laughs softly instead. The Ghoul's clothes are the same as the other girls': after all, who could refuse being a bunny? Of all the things Kindred's minion needed to be, this is probably the best thing ever. And she has spent quite a while getting her hair and make-up just perfect, not that her looks needed it much. But preening was important: especially when Martha ( Chrisie ) or the owner ( West ) could come to check up on how she and Velma were running things.

Speaking of Velma: Eve immediately spots her in the crowd and moves toward the Daeva.

"Velma, I got the girls upstairs ready, we are gonna have so much fun!", - if allowed, Eve gives Velma's cheek a tiny peck and smiles mischievously, - "You are so great to work with, I hope everyone comes!"

Eve understands the Kindred like few other semi-mortals do and she knows how important it is to keep reminding them that there were not dead. And she's happy to be one of the things that do that for her Mistress and her friends even if what they see is more of a doll than a person. She shakes off the stupid thoughts that don't help her in any way and the previous radiance seeps back into her mood.

[Asa]

It had been a while since Asa had been at Ember... a long while. Not since Alice Brown had managed the Club. But... who could resist bunnies? He had to admit -- it was a pretty clever theme. He arrived dressed casually; no jacket, no tie, but in his trademark purple to display his Blood. He'd also brought an accessory -- his own bunny, dressed in his color.

Cozette's normally straight, dark hair was done blonde and with a slight curl. Her normally serious expression was done in a dazzling smile as she played the part of perfect escort, a pale hand on Asa's arm.

-2 Vitae: Blush, Imbibing

[Martha Villiers]

It was all too egg-citing.

Martha was eager to join the throng down amongst the Mortals.

But she held back...sitting to take time to study her high heels and blinking...watching how the black gloss patent leather surface reflects the overhead lamplight of the managerial office in which she's hiding.

She shivered for a moment and studied her shoes once more...trying to steady her mind for the struggle on the tall heels.

[Michael Redfill]

Michael has spent the last few days ranging. Which was just a fancy word for 'walking around parks and looking for Beasts'. By now he has learned some of the places to avoid among the dark spots he was supposed to patrol. Or at least to stay hidden there, because walking in on a drug deal or drunk thug party wasn't the most fun way of spending nights.

So he is pretty pleased to be able to finally have some fun and unwind. It took a few hours of bathing, scrubbing and getting his hair cut but he was finally able to get the way he was spending some of his nights out of his appearance. Tonight he looks like a successful financist or scientist: Porsche Panamera, a light-grey three-piece suit (minus the tie) and just the barest hint of Dior's 'Fahrenheit 32' wifting in the air around him.

It did seem kind of stupid to him, considering what he was but it was appropriate. Kindred did all sorts of unsavory things so sometimes appearances mattered more than substance. Plus, there'd be Kine around, some of them may even be his acquaintances. So a simple leather jacket wouldn't do.

Upon entering it is immediately apparent who the center of attention are. Velma is, of course, stunning and Martha's Ghoul standing near her is quite pleasant to look at too. It takes him a few moments to find the Prince in the crowd as his Beast is always hidden. If their eyes meet, Michael will offer a polite nod.

But one of the disadvantages to being Kindred is that what lurks below the waters sometimes distracts you from a party with chocolate eggs and extremely enticingly dressed women. So Michael gives a barely audible sigh and makes his way toward the corpulent man torturing one of the chairs.

Michael smiles and offers his hand even as the wolf inside him cringes from the more powerful Beast ( Harold Thorne ), urging him to flee:

"Good evening, sir, my name is Michael and I'm with the Management. I trust everything is to your satisfaction? You look a little pale", - of course, the strip-club's unnatural lights help but it is still obvious just what the well-off gentleman before him is. Because up close he looks like a bloated corpse.

Blush of life activated, -1 Vitae

[Edwin Bridges]

Strip clubs weren't usually Edwin's idea of a good time, kine focusing on their sexual frustrations as more kine gyrated around before their senses, but when the Lord heard that Club Ember was owned by his Majesty himself, Edwin simply couldn't stay away, especially on this particular night.

Oh my Goddess, Edwin thought as he entered the building and took sight for a second of the bunnies on display. The Lord grinned brightly, hazel eyes sparkling as the flesh filled his mind. Even though the celebration of Easter was a Christian one, Edwin certainly wouldn't complain if this interpretation became the focus of the festival.

Wearing a simple pair of black pants and matching vest, it was the red shirt underneath that stood out the most, the sleeves rolled up to mid forearm to showcase the inked sleeves of his arms. The top two buttons of the shirt was also open, partially revealing some of the writing that covered the top of his chest; KER THAN WAT on display. Finally, a pair of dark sunglasses hung from the pocket of his vest.

The calling of his Beast brought him back to the room, his thoughts of fluffy bunnies fading quickly. Searching out the room, he realized that he knew not a soul, something he would have to quickly rectify as he headed towards the pair of obvious Beasts; one a rather rotund man, the other that was more scholarly looking.

However, this was quickly sidelined as Edwin's eye caught a glance of another, quite bewitching being that seemed to grab his attention and just wouldn't let go. Naturally, the Lord gravitated towards Velma Star , even if his Beast wanted nothing more than to prove itself.

"Good evening, Miss. I hope I'm not intruding?" Edwin smiled openly as he approached the tempting young lady.

-1 Vitae for Blush

[Michael Redfill]

OOC

Sorry, didn't notice the Blush note on the minisheet. Let's roll with this.

The weight thing certainly didn't bother Michael. People were free to Sire whoever they liked and if it was somebody's idea of fun to have a 300-pound Neonate on their hands, he couldn't blame them. Not after Andrey chose him because he saw something Savage in the young man with wild dreams and a fresh PhD.

The Ranger accepts the invitation and sits down:

"Oh, I certainly wouldn't say that Club Ember ever lacks for interesting conversation, especially tonight. But I'm afraid, you have me at a disadvantage, Mr?.." - his voice trails off letting Harold insert his name, - "Tell me, sir, how did you find Sacramento's lemonade?"

The phrase does sound fairly ridiculous but Michael simply can't resist making advantage of Martha's habits to test newcomers for Acknowledgement.

[Asa]

Asa moved through the club, almost stopping to greet Velma, but noticing another beginning to speak to her. The unfamiliar face brought the wash of razor teeth against his skin, and his own Beast surged alert. Red, wet anger mixed with the Man's own automatic sizing up of the other.

Not a very good combination.

He exhaled. Let the new Kindred talk to Velma. Arcing away, he came across Michael Redfill and another unknown predator. With the Beast already angry, it was easier and more difficult to control the urge. Easier, because it was already pressed against his skull trying to tear free; more difficult, because it was twice in rapid succession. It wanted blood.

There's a lot of blood, there, too. Five or six gallons. You could paint a house.

It had been years since he'd seen a Kindred that large. The man reminded him of a different time and place, or of a different age. When corpulence was synonymous with the well-to-do, and the Kindred Embraced from that era were frozen in their own carelessness.

Yet... it was not fear, but anger. The Man expected something old. In an odd twist, the Beast was a salve, reassuring him. It didn't mean the other Kindred wasn't old, but perhaps Torpid long enough to turn a lion into a kitten.

"Gentlemen," he greeted Michael Redfill and Harold Thorne with a smile as he rested a hand on the back of an empty chair.

"Is this seat taken?"