(1407) Daeva Clan Pool Party

[Velma]

The address in the invitations pointed out to a luxurious white villa overlooking the Sacramento River.

There was a park for the cars in the front, as one got to the villa itself there was the unmistakable feeling that this was where the party was being held.

All the lights inside the house were on, the windows allowed most light to escape freely to the outside to announce the party was already underway and people were free to come inside.

The door was open and there was a trail of red rose petals that once followed would take the invitees through some impeccably decorated rooms, inside the smell of incense was pleasant and was the aperitif to the party proper.

The place of the clan meeting itself was the large back yard that had the canvas of the Sacramento River and the orange lit Tower Bridge as background.

A large swimming pool was the main feature of the event, it rested peacefully, stretching though the entire length of the yard. It was beautifully lit by powerful pool lights in shades of turquoise and cyan that matched with the immaculate white of the house walls and the clear pale colors of the stone floor.

Alone there were two jacuzzi baths, quietly bubbling in their own water and scattered around were these comfortably looking stretchers covered by a brown silk towel wrapped around some parts. There were a few sofas dotted with countless pillows for those less daring and more keen to relax. Some counters had metal buckets with a few bottles of Krug and a healthy dosage of ice to keep them chilled as well as the flutes to serve them. In the air, almost imperceptibly floated a quiet chillout melody, it set the mood for the meeting.

[Yumyumcrow]

A rattle and a bang heralded the arrival of Gunnar Haroldson. His chosen chariot: a much battered and worn combi-van - ancient and loved, in hideous lime green and cream colouring. The Daeva alighted with a certain amount of difficulty, increased as he struggled to have a moment of speech with the vehicle's driver. The vampire's carefully enunciated instructions "to wait" were far to loud, as if he believed the windows were an impenetrable barrier to speech.

Turning, Gunnar padded with panther-like steps to the door. On first blush he appeared a latter day hippie or environmental activist: flowing locks, homemade white shirt and green shorts, stout leather sandals. Only the sway of his gait and the knife at his belt suggested otherwise.

He emitted no Beast.

[Wolven Pryde]

Presence ● (Circumspect)
Striking Looks ●●●● (Enticing)
Mask of Tranquility

Yekaterina feels so naked!

Not because of the hilariously tiny black bikini small enough to be wadded into a pocket (the most modest one she could find her size), or the strange garment she found to cover it in transit. But because neither was ideal for concealing a knife. Or any of her other standard implements. Thus, she clutches to a clutch. Due its importance, she makes sure no one else will be able to see it. Unless they have the Sight to try.

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Date		Action		Roll		Result
2014-07-07 13:03:47		Yekaterina rolls 8 to Touch of Shadow; Wits + Larceny + Obfuscate -1 (10 Again)		6, 10, 6, 6, 1, 5, 2, 2, 1		1 success

Well, it certainly isn't her best work, but concentrating is hard.

Preoccupied with her fluttering black cover-up, her eyes aren't on the two who have already arrived. She's not even sure what to call the thing, the outer layer hiding her shame.

Shame. Now there's a novel concept.

Is it a wrap? No. A dress? Hardly. Jacket? Not exactly. Do togas come in black, with flower and star patterned sequins? Whatever the English word for it, Yekaterina doesn't know it. Because she doesn't know a Russian one, either.

She made sure to wear shoes that were easy enough to slip in and out of, though thankfully, the demure Daeva didn't have the cab drop her off too far away. However, a layman might be surprised how well she can run in heels.

#SuccubiSkills

They click her arrival. Her only greeting, as curious, pale green eyes finally take in both of those who have arrived already. Mister THE OLD WAYS ARE NOT PRESERVED, she remembers. The other, she... well. She doesn't know his name.

The eyes track to the wine bottle, as well.

[Yog-Sothoth]

When the invitation arrived inviting her to a clan gathering Yuki had actually for a brief self indulgent moment imagined sending a polite letter sending her regrets that she would not be in attendance. However, such thoughts were petty and shallow, and while Yuki hoped that she was mistaken in her first impression, but those qualities seemed to define her Priscus more than they defined the Asian Succubus. There was also the problem of appearances and an Invictus member not showing up for her own Priscus' party of the same covenant, no matter how unoriginal it might be, wouldn't present the appearance of unity that was expected so she would be in attendance.

Yuki never really focused much of her time with others of her extended family, her sire had erased most of that desire to be around others like him. She also spent much of her time busy with the affairs of the First Estate which left little time for the partial nudity and frivolous parties that her kind seemed to enjoy so much. She was seriously beginning to wonder if the Succubi of Sacramento were part Kappa or something with their obsession with pool parties, luau, and swimwear.

Perhaps it would have been appropriate to bring cucumbers instead? Twist at least had been a Succubus easy to respect.

The Knight arrived in her old black Toyota pickup and didn't really care what the rest of her clan thought of it. It was something built for use, and not something to be set on a pedestal and merely admired. Over her bathing suit she wore a white summer dress covered by a see through purple lace. Her sandals produced the slapping sounds which accompanied such footwear as she approached the house. In her hand she held a light purse with her few essentials while her other hand held a small flower arrangement that she had made for the occasion.

Taking the well lit and wide open house for the invitation that it was she approached and entered. She approached Ruby and Juan near the entrance.

"Konbanwa, I hope that I'm not interrupting a private conversation?" she asked taking a less formal yet polite and friendly manner. Yuki waited to read the body language of the kyuketsuki to see if her presence was indeed interrupting anything.

[Yumyumcrow]

Gunnar slowed to a stop, his eyes moving slowly over the assembling party. A hand grips, then loosens, then caresses, the hilt of his knife. Standing, watching, it becomes the only movement he makes - he may as well have become a statue. At last he moves, turning his attention to the door.

The remains obstinately shut.

Gunnar turns his attention back to his Clan-mates: a heavy gaze that washes over them all in turn, weightier than the first. This Daeva is a predator among other predators. Watching. Waiting. Analysing.

He remains silent.

[Velma]

Everything was perfect for tonight’s guests, the Daeva Clan, her family in Sacramento. Velma changed to her swim suit when she heard the door bell. They were starting to arrive she was sure of it.

Without rushing Velma checked the back yard again just to make sure. Somehow the open door and the trail of rose petals wasn’t enough of a clue for them to come inside without having to wait on her… she blamed it on the Invictus politesse rubbing on all of them.

With a large smile painted across her face Velma arrived at the door, barefoot and sporting only her rainbow colored swimsuit.

”Greetings, everyone!” The Succubus said as she arrived at the door. She didn’t stop by it, instead deciding to continue walking amidst the group that seemed to have formed by the entrance. Her face was all smiles and she spared none a friendly look and welcome.

”Please, feel free to move inside… the pool is in the backyard.” Her voice inviting them all to come inside and join her in the backyard with the pool, the Jacuzzi, the music and the drinks.