Dinner for the Unconquered

Aug 24th, 2014 02:21 PM

Perfection. That was the theme for tonight. There was a chance that His Grace may be darkening his door tonight, just a chance, but the potential for gain was worth any fiscal cost. Aside from ~~a few of the more loyal servants, under the charge of~~ Matthew in the kitchen, his house was empty of people. Well aside from the second to last course, who were currently being occupied by one of his doctor 'friends'. No expense spared was the motto tonight, and if some of his guests overindulged, well it wasn't like it was a low risk profession, the one lovely constant of civilization was that no one would ever miss a whore. Those russian gentlemen had understood that, and the collateral they demanded was very reasonable indeed. They gouged him a little for clean ones, but that was simply business, though if they ever decided to get personal, one of their girls would develop an irresistable urge to bite down at an unfortunate moment.

He steps away from the mirror, straightened his tie and inserted the gold and amythest tie pin. He continued his dress with the slow dignity of a samurai warrior arming himself, straping and tightening his Omega watch around his wrist, screwing his heavy gold rings onto the fingers of both hands. He drew a very old key out of his dresser, and used it to unlock an equally old small jewelry box. Inside was a single patinated gold signet ring, with a design on it that predated even the establishment he was playing host to tonight. It took pride of place on his right ring finger. He donned his jacket and acended from the comfortable confines of his Haven, smelling the delectable odours emmenating from the kitchen, as some of the finer vintages were warmed to a mouth-watering thirty seven degrees celcius.

He took the host's position by the moniter for the cameras above the door. The grandfather clock chimed quarter to eleven in the house, and Harold was expecting his guests shortly. He did hope that they did not disapoint him by snubbing the occasion, he wouldn't want any of them on the shortlist for the last course should an elder of his blood decide that sacremento needed a proper triumvate. He smiled to himself at that, it would be nice to have some family round here, particularly an immus so he wouldn't be rushed off his feet all the time.

**Jennifer Hazelton** · Aug 24th, 2014 07:45 PM

Jennifer's rented car pulls to the curb outside of the dinner party. As the driver circles to the door, a white gloved hand checks that her pin secures her shimmering green wrap securely around her neck, pinned at the shoulder. Jennifer graciously accepts the driver's hand and exits the vehicle, kindly dismissing the driver at the door. Jennifer prepares her Beast for the onslaught of another Kindred's presence and knocks upon the door. Her medium length brown hair is set in loose curls, the left part pinned with a shimmering hair comb. Her dress is a shimmering green and she wears low heeled black shoes, most sensible but classy to fit the dress.

URL image of dress

OOC regarding Taint

Aug 24th, 2014 08:19 PM

Harold spotted the Notorary's approach on the cameras, and as soon as her heels clicked onto the marble stair, the door opened before her. Harold took a shuffling sidestep as he motioned for her to enter. "Welcome, Madame Notorary Hazelton. I'm so pleased that you could join me tonight."

Once she had entered, he guestured towards the open dining room door, from where the heady scent of rose garlands emmenating, providing a pleasant counterbalance to the more sanguine odours emmenating from the kitchen. "I appreciate the discount, roses are on of the little traditions my line has built up over the years. Please, take a seat. I'm sure the others will be along soon."

In the dining room a long table is set, with a particularly fine setting at the head of the table, where the rose garlands most heavily cluster. The finery is slowly drained the further away from the head the seat is, with one particularly large leather one in the middle of the table, requiring no explination as to who it's resident is intended to be. For the rest, it is a question, how close do you dare put yourself to the head of the table. Harold wanted to see who had ideas above their station, he had no intention of making an investment of someone who was going to end up being cleaned up with a dustpan and brush in a year or two.

**Cabochard** · Aug 24th, 2014 08:38 PM

Rina's rental town car pulled up to the curb in front of the house and she stepped out, careful to not twist her ankles in the annoyingly long heels she had decided to wear. She had decided to wear a simple, ankle-length royal blue dress, with a few parts that flowed. She took a moment to talk to the driver and secure a time for him to come and pick her up, then began carefully approaching the house. She walked up to the door, where Jennifer was being acknowledged and invited in, and stood quietly, waiting for the host to deign to greet her.

Dress

Aug 25th, 2014 03:06 AM

Sir Baldwin parked up the block and strolled down toward the building where Harold Thorne's invitation had directed him, 1304 39th Street, Sacramento, CA. His jaw was set firmly, prepared for what was to come. Beasts. Blood. Food?

Peter Baldwin was a practical fellow. He did not eat except for the Masquerade's sake. But he would drink. Perhaps that was what Mr. Thorne meant. The only proper meal for Kindred was Blood. However, he came nonetheless. Where the First Estate was, there he would be. A Knight never was off-duty. His equipment was as hidden as his Beast, a vest obfuscated beneath his clothes and his trusty knife and simple stake cloaked and concealed beneath his suit jacket.

Subtle, but ever-ready.

He emitted no Beast, but he frowned for a moment as he closed and saw others at he door. The press of the other monsters upon his mind gave him a headache, the urges to fight and flee and kill clashing within his Blood as he came on.

"Good evening," he greeted the others in his quiet, deep tones. Nods were given from each to each, depth based on their relative standing to him.

obfuscate vest, knife, stake

**Daniella Sage** · Aug 25th, 2014 10:39 AM

Daniella had been looking forward to this evening. Harolds invitation and lovely flower made her smile, and she hoped his dinner party would be well received by the other Invictus.

She had carefully selected an indigo floor length gown for the evening. There was a modest slit in the side, showcasing silver heels. The fabric of the dress was soft and flowing around her shape as she exited the car she had rented for the evening. Her long dark hair was pulled into a low bun at the base of her neck, her makeup was minimal, and the smell of Japanese Cherry Blossoms was subtle around her.

As she approached the door, she felt the familiar stirring of her Beast. While she was getting used to Sir Baldwin, the presence of other Beasts still raised its hackles.

“Good evening.” Said the British Shadow with a gentle bow of her head.

Aug 25th, 2014 11:28 AM

OOC:wrong account post-oops

Aug 25th, 2014 11:39 AM

Thankfully for Harold, all his guests bar Madame Yui had been conscientious enough to come to the dinner with their beast masked, a nice gesture that might alliviate the burden amongst the more flighty guests. Unfortunatly for the newly encountered Madame however, this made her ground zero for a wave of steaming, snorting anger as Harold's beast hissed and sweated, trying to break Harold's self control so it could decend on this meal that had the arrogance to approach it's lair. Harold flashed an apologetic smile towards her for an instant, before adressing his guests as a whole. Welcome. Welcome. Please come in, all of you.

He shuffled aside again to allow them to pass. before saying with his usual cheerfulness Thank you all for coming. It warms my heart to see that the Unconquered is still a bastion of good taste amongst the masses."

Aug 25th, 2014 10:46 PM

Juan arrived in a three piece suit. A few Beasts were Masked, a particular custom he had become aware of in his time here. The others who did not conceal their Blood, a predatory smile spread across his face as he entered. The invitation did say food would be provided...

As the voice of reason suppressed the urge for wanton diablerie, the Toreador assessed the new faces. It gave him pause. He did not know whom ranked highest. A general greeting was safest. With a cheerful grin, "Good evening fellow Kindred of Quality."

**Velma** · Aug 26th, 2014 02:19 AM

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Velma’s arrival was once again heralded by the unmistakable sound of the engine of the Italian red Ferrari.

Driving the Italian car was starting to grow into her, the gears and the way the car responded when she stepped on the throttle. Thankfully, for her, this was one of the new generation cars with all the electronics one might need to drive a 605 horsepower v8 home safely.

The Succubus parked the car near the address she had been given and out of it she came, wearing a short beaded lilac dress by Valentino. One of her latest acquisitions - rich, distinctivelly tasteful and with enough transparency to give little to imagination - she was a Succubus and had to live to their namesake. She coupled the dress with matching stockings and golden sandals.

Starting to get tired of this Florentine Code.

They matched perfectly with her cascading golden hair and her bare white shoulders.

On her hand she brought a golden clutch with a small red silk ribbon over it, the colors of her clan. No matter how much one was tired of some traditions she just wasn’t going to hand it out so easily, besides she had centuries to get tired of red and gold.

Eventually the waifish figure of the Daeva confidently appeared by the door, her beast protested and threatened to send the beautiful silhouette of Velma Star into the threatening stance of a primitive beast. But tonight cooler thoughts prevailed - perhaps at the cost of promising a late night snack into the city's Rack...

The Daeva had also brought a gift, it was bad form to show up at a party without a gift… and she was of society right? Bad form was something the Ravager didn't practice unless she needed to send a message. Wrapped around one of her arms in purple cellophane and tied with a golden ribbon was a small rectangular box – its contents still a mystery.

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2014-08-25 02:59:10	Peter Baldwin rolls 4 to OBF1 (Wits+Lar+Obf-1size stake) (10 Again)	7, 10, 9, 10, 3, 6	3 successes
2014-08-25 02:58:59	Peter Baldwin rolls 4 to OBF1 (Wits+Lar+Obf-1size knife) (10 Again)	9, 7, 2, 10, 8	3 successes
2014-08-25 02:58:43	Peter Baldwin rolls 3 to OBF1 (Wits+Lar+Obf-2size) (10 Again)	2, 9, 5	1 success

Dinner for the Unconquered

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