Ack: Ezra Childers

[Yumyumcrow]

One of the more useful Elysian staff helps new arrivals and discreetly directs Kindred towards The Stairs.

The Stairs lead away from the mortal nightclub to a subterranean area set aside for Kindred use...

Once at the foot of The Stairs a new arrival can see the layout more properly.

http://nwod.org/wiki/index.php/Avalon_Underground

In the cellar vault beneath the nightclub the lights are low. The silence is almost tangible. A minty, alpine scent teases at the senses tonight.

A calm atmosphere prevails.

Recessed lamps cast a soft glow, only adding further to the mysterious gloom.

A Latin motto is inscribed over the doorway as one descends The Stairs. It reads in delicate silver lettering: "Per Ardua Ad Astra" ~ through struggle to the Stars.

The Court area is decorated with long black and purple silken drapes cascading from floor to ceiling. Draped in elegant bunches and gathered into valances across door frames and between supporting pillars.

A delicately painted pattern and illustrations of ancient and strange Zodiacs adorn the ceiling.

Adorning the walls and carefully lit are truly large digital prints of NASA's renderings of the largest galactic entities and the very farthest reaches of Deep Space.

@Jason Asa Clark

[Asa]

Asa stepped out into the main area, entirely un-intent on something trivial.

Dressed in his usual dark suit, white shirt, and purple tie, he paused to consider the new arrival. If, by considering, one meant ripping them limb from bloody limb and covering his fangs in the resultant sodden mess*.

He tucked his predator away, and approached. With dress shoes, he was nearly half a foot taller than the other man, and his own eyes lingered for a moment on the purple t-shirt.

"Good evening."

*

I see he's a Mekhet but no Mask of Tranquility is noted, so proceeding as if the Beast is bare as noted in the signature.

[Asa]

These neonates, with the touching.

"Welcome to Sacramento, Mr. Childers," Asa answered.

The hand, and offer to use the first name, were both ignored with the same pleasant disregard; casually dismissal, without calling attention to either.

"I take it you're a new arrival? I am Asa Clarke, and claim praxis over this Domain. You may call me Prince Clarke."

Normally he wouldn't make the distinction -- but the man had expressed a penchant for first names, and that wouldn't do. At all.

[Asa]

Asa's body language is near non-existant -- as only the dead may be. If Michaelangelo had carved a large man in a suit with a pleasant smile, this is what would have resulted.

"We were all new arrivals at some point," he answered congenially.

Like pulling fangs.

"Would you care to share your Clan or Covenant affiliation, if any?"

[Asa]

"Ah. An interesting permutation of the Mekhet Blood," Asa nodded. There was something that tickled his memory about those peculiar Shadows, but he couldn't place his finger on it.

"I believe the Mekhet are in the process of acclaiming a Priscus. As far as the Crone go, only Edwin Bridges is a regular at Court."

First the touching. Now the eye contact. In fairness, the man probably had no idea.

"Are you in town long? Are you here to petition for for permission to Hunt?"

  Fail

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-06-28 12:29:54		Asa Clarke rolls 3 to INT + Occult -5 Difficulty (Clan>Bloodline>Hidden>Discipline>Esoterica) (10 Again)		5, 2, 5		failure