Sunday Bloody Sunday

[Changeling ST]

Although The Forge is typically closed on Sundays, anyone who tries to open the front door will find that it is unlocked. Venturing inside, they will find a fairly muscular pale blonde man with short, spiky hair and crisp blue eyes sitting at a folding table near the entrance. There is a clipboard on the table in front of him with a sign-in sheet for a private function labeled as the Durden Chemicals, LLC Team Building Seminar. Anyone randomly venturing into the club will be firmly denied entrance unless they can convince him that they actually belong here for the event.

"Can I help you?"

Duncan has Strengthened his Mask for this scene.

[Changeling ST]

Standing off to the side is an even more physically impressive gentleman with the massive physique of a professional bodybuilder. Frequent patrons of the Blue Note might recognize the big man as the relatively new jazz club's head doorman, while long-time residents of Sacramento might recall seeing him from his days at the ill-fated Four Seasons Hotel or the original Club Ember. He silently trains his icy gaze on anyone who enters and uses his massive form to block further entry into the club until given a sign by the man at the table.

Swilla has Strengthened his Mask for this scene.

[Terri Nutkins]

Terri was sooooo excited for this evening. First off it meant she can get reacquainted with many of her old friends whilst meeting some potential new ones. Second, it meant she could let her hair down. Lastly, it was the place where she went through a crucible herself, becoming friends with many of the Summer Court.

She would not let their memories fade.

Entering the Forge brought back many memories but as the two men before her, both of whom had their Masks on show, caused her to grin so broadly it almost split her face in two. Terri bounded over to both Duncan and Swilla, and even in her black high heels, denim jeans and white blouse, they both towered over her.

"Hey boys, guess who's back!"

Mask hardened

[Jonokuchi]

Next in, closely behind Asp, came the giant sumo. Jonokuchi's eyes took in the Forge and he nodded his approval.

A testing ground for warriors. Mortal warriors, trapped in the Lie.

Hence, he had no spells to protect him or give him the advantage. It tickled his traditional sensibilities.

Looming behind his fellow Arrow wearing a beige and black kimono, overshadowing the little redhead, Jonokuchi locked eyes with Duncan when he caught his gaze.

"I am with her. My name is Jono."

[Asa]

Asa Clarke
Presence ••••• Striking Looks ••
Mask of Tranqility • Blush

Having given @Dillon Connery the information, Asa made sure to arrive on time, and dressed exactly as he'd suggested to the Most Savage.

Then, he waited.

It was an unusual thing for him -- but when in Rome, one did as the Romans did. He would neither leave a guest to fend for themselves or expect the establishment to recognize his guest without his presence.

He gave Duncan a nod as he took up his vigil, and another to Big Swilla... with a slight smile. The gatekeeper, he did not know -- the doorman... he did.

That... was a surprise Dillon would need to be filled in.

Asa Clarke has both Allies and Status in 3 of the 4 Spheres listed @CyledyrWyllt

Blush, Vigor, & Resilience Activated for Scene.
Vitae pool at full after Activations after per-Scene allowed Hunting roll.

  Hunting

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-23 17:44:05		Asa Clarke rolls 8 to Hunting (10 Again)		4, 9, 9, 3, 5, 6, 6, 2		2 successes

[Crowley]

Crowley strutted into the Forge with an easy swagger. Hungry smile on his face; manic cast to his eye. Black denim, black boots, black T emblazoned with an old Viking metal band. Crowley was up for anything - a glimmer of his raging youth burned in his soul tonight.

The Forge was tranquil enough at the moment, but the Acanthus could positively feel the frantic energy of the future leaking backwards into the present. He felt excited and at-peace; all at the same time. Whether the feeling was in his head, or an actual effect of his Working, he really didn't care.

A raggedy crowd was forming. Uncertain of the protocol -and lets be honest, somewhat confused by the well heeled chick, the big Sumo(?) with his attendant, and confounded by the powerful, dignified, presence exuding from the other bloke- he simply chose to find a spot close by and... lean. He gathered they were here for what he was here for. He'd follow their lead as they seemed to know how things went in this neck of the woods.

Crowley has Temporal Eddies and Temporal Dodge UP! Cast at home. But nothing more.

  Temporal Eddies

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-23 23:20:30		Crowley rolls 4 to GNO 2 + Time 2 (10 Again)		10, 7, 6, 6, 9		2 successes

  Temporal Dodge

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-23 23:20:10		Crowley rolls 4 to GNO 2 + Time 2 (10 Again)		2, 6, 10, 5, 7		1 success

For reference, Crowley heard of the event through his Contacts in Clubs and Entertainment. He also has Skill: Streetwise +1

[Animus]

Cage match. An ugly phrase, and the associations it brought ... well, the torn-up room in the Circle might rapidly become the least of his worries, if it were anything like it sounded.

Still, if his fellow Talons wanted to participate, he wasn't about to leave them swinging in the breeze. Spotting Asp and the sumo he vaguely remembered from Consilium ( Jonokuchi ), the Shaman quickly moves to join them. T-shirt and shorts keep range of motion unrestricted, while the bouncer merits an ever-so-slightly feral glare. He might be here simply to provide a morale boost, but owning up to it struck him as a rather less than promising approach to getting past the doorman.

[Alison Yates]

When Alison heard about an underground fighting match tonight through her people she only had one response, Hell yeah!

The Blood Talon breathed and lived combat, well brawling and whiskey, but still the point was made; she was comin' to this come hell or high water. However, she was torn over her excitement and drive to compete with others, and the risk that these types of events always held for her kind. The wolf was not kind nor did it care of the ways of the herd, it was a savage killer and as Destroyer Wolf's daughter she knew better than most. All it would take is one instant, one slip...

The young blonde arrived on her red and black Hayabusa and black and white protective riding cloths and boots. The leather creaked as she got of her bike and locked her helmet up. As she approached the entrance she saw a group had already gathered there waiting to get in and she joined the group waiting for her turn.

She was shocked to see...Animus was it? She hadn't seen him for years but would never forget the night they met. She saw he was with some friends or acquaintances of his and didn't want to bother them or draw more attention to herself than staring might have already done. Turning her attention to other things she patiently waited her turn with the doorman.

Spoiler is the clothing not hoodoo shit.

Alison has Allies in underground bikers and their gangs, she also has 2 streetwise