(1502) Eternal Court XXXV

[West]

The Nox Populi Nightclub.

In the heart of downtown Sacramento there is a place of intrigue, excitement and entertainment. The modern flare of this venue is host to exclusive parties. The seduction of this establishment may take you away as you drink, dance and socialize. There are private services available upon request. The best DJ’s in town are in line to play a wide variety of music. Some of you may dine…as long as you have your VIP pass.

As Kindred arrive at Nox, they are discreetly met and led to the back of the club; some may recognize the area leading to rear stairs upward. The space downstairs is decorated in dark, rich woods and expensive furniture. There's a coat room that will also hold one's 'unmentionables'; namely, weapons, at the foot of the stairs. There are also private areas, dark, and furnished with soft couches, as well as meeting rooms with conference tables and chairs, and an area with several televisions. 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; the lighting is intentionally low, and the dull throb of music upstairs creates a low, rumbling pulse.

The common area circles the Court proper, and it becomes apparent that this is not decorated for a single evening. Small symbols note areas for Kindred only that branch off of the Commons, which will be necessary once those Kine privileged enough to see behind the Masquerade filter in: ghouls, herd members, or even devotees.

Another evening; another Danse. For some it will their first, for some it shall be their last. After all, this is the Prince's Elysium, and subject to the Laws of the Domain.

Eternal Court is open once more...

Please remember that Predator's Taint is in effect and role-play is expected, or rolls will be asked for!

This is a great place to get Acknowledged

[Martha Villiers]

Once darkness had fallen tiny Martha made her way to the Elysian Field.

Martha is neatly attired in an English style school uniform: a neat straw boater, a black blazer... a pair of scholarly... Yes, she'd admit it..."Hipster" style... Spectacles are perched daintily on the end of her nose, she wears a short gymslip which daringly shows her legs to mid thigh. Her raven black hair is tied into two very long twin tails, each tied with scarlet ribbon bows.

A swift glance would reveal that most of her left leg is obviously a modern C-Leg.

She wears a white knee sock on her flesh leg and a single carefully polished black Oxford pattern shoe, a crisp white blouse is obvious where the Edwardian style gymslip reveals it, as is her red necktie tucked neatly into her gymslip. Martha wears a useful looking school satchel and carries a simple metal walking cane. Though smelling of minty toothpaste and lemons, she's shunned more obvious cosmetics.

She emits no Beast.

Her petite presence exudes almost tangible sweetness and innocence.

Martha hobbles down The Stairs. Her remaining leg aches, the C-Leg drags and she makes full use of her cane.

[Konrad Roth]

Konrad comes unarmed to Court this time. Probably a good idea since repeat offenders don't often realize they've gone Torpor until they wake up from it. And that's if they're lucky. The chillax Gangrel capitalist is beginning to look forward to Court now. Since the Monomacy duel, he's begun to establish a name for himself which brought with it risks and rewards. Today there was only two items on the docket, only two Kindred he intends to speak to. But as with previous gatherings there would surely be more added before the night is through.

Checking his leather jacket in at the coat room, Konrad wears a cheap dark blue suit, tie-less, but there's no reason to pull out all the stops. After descending the stairs his Beast thrashes wildly at the bars of his mental cage, sensing the presence of prey. Konrad doesn't have to try too hard though since he's already familiar with a great deal and he knows the consequences of indulgence well enough.

He sees Martha Villiers ( Chrisie ) among them and nods politely with a soft smirk, but no one else catches his eye for the moment. He walks to the sofas and reclines on one, resting an arm on the backing as he surveys the Courtroom commons.

[Cabochard]

It had been quite some time since Rina had shown up to a Court that hadn't been required of her by law. In fact...she had only done it twice since coming to Sacramento. But, all streaks must end. The end to this one had come with her being named as Whip. Now, she had duties beyond working for the Invictus. She had to keep an eye on the Mekhet, and be sure to get the new ones to Regan for Acknowledgement. Or, if he wasn't there, Acknowledge them herself.

So, for the first time in forever, she had dressed 'up' in her black tunic and pants, and headed off to the Eternal Court. Before entering the room she'd been escorted to, she took a moment to drop off her boot knife in the coat room, then entered. She came in after Vivian made her stunning appearance, looking decidedly under-dressed after that. But, few would have noticed her anyways. She slipped in, her Beast spitting and snarling at the other ones present, and immediately made a beeline for one of the bastions of calm in the room: Martha.

Approaching the petite Dragon, Rina gave her a toothless smile. "Miss Villiers. I believe we have something to discuss."

[Martha Villiers]

Martha nods gently to David Regan and tries a shy smile and nod of, this time, genuine respect.

Her opportunity to study the Nox and be attentive to security was short lived. Soon enough was offering a meek smile to Konrad Roth then she heard the clippity clip of high heels on The Stairs and found herself watching the blushed legs of a newly arrived Kindred.

Tiny Martha gripped at her cane and stared long and hard at Eva's legs. Her Beast swirling as she struggled to leash her own inner demon.

Her knuckles went white. Her lips thinned as she stared again at Eva's high heels.

It was Konrad's Beast she was fighting, but it was Eva's legs she had on her mind...

That was until Vivian showed up revealing her perfect legs and grace.

Martha was now wide eyed. Leaning hard on her cane, she barely even paid attention until fully aware that Rina was talking and forcing her attentions from the amazing thighs of Vivian York

Blinking, tiny Martha rubbed hard at her maimed thigh, seeming careless of revealing too much of her own limb for a brief moment before nodding respectfully to Rina and then Vivian and turning her bewildered attention back to Rina.

"We...we do, yes, Whip Yui. Yes. Would you wish to talk now?" she asks, her voice fractured by the sudden rush of struggling with Beasts and sights to see.

As she spoke, another Beast rattled her inner calm. Martha stole a glance passed Rina to study the legs and shoes of Edith. If she noticed Edith staring at her own C-Leg, Martha made no show of it. Only another grip of her cane and heavy shuffle of her C-Leg.

"Y... Yes, miss... We must speak. W... Where..?" she stammered, her eyes glancing at Eva's show, Vivian's thighs and Edith's ankles...

It was, Martha mused, going to be a tough night.

[Josephine Sterling]

Appearance was something that Josephine was very conscious of, yet for the reasons opposite that of most others. Indeed, she was intimately aware of how artificial and meaningless appearances were, just as she was intimately aware of how much importance was placed upon them. Some would say that that simple fact would make them important, but those were merely idiots who did not understand that they lived within a context far greater than their miniscule perspectives could observe. Some came closer than others in recognizing this, like the Dragons, yet their beliefs were insufficient for achieving their goals. In truth, the beliefs of all kindred were insufficient. Even among the Lancea Sanctum.

Such did not bear mentioning aloud, of course. Appearances, however. Appearances did. Thus, the Priscus of Ventrue strode down to Elysium in garb very similar to what she'd worn on the night of the grand North American masquerade. A half filled bottle even trailed along in her hand, the one not occupied with the symbol of the kine messiah. All in all, it was not a creative outfit, repeat appearances aside. Hopefully, the other Demons around her would think it to be a loud one. Most any statement made to the Damned needed to be a loud one. Such was the curse for beings that ceased to age in body, yet so rapidly aged in mind.

Black painted lips twitched once as she walked past the first Demon to arrive for the evening, a short woman with an accent which was once the norm for Josephine, yet the Priscus did not snarl or bare her teeth. She'd long ago mastered the art of keeping her face composed when fangs slipped down. No, she was a rather composed monster, particularly on evenings such as this. Such was why her lashes did not so much as flicker when she walked up to the one newcomer who had not spoken. In truth, Josephine would have preferred to find a nice place to recline, but her privilege demanded a duty from her.

"You," she demanded, once she'd come within a few feet of the other Kindred. "Who are you?"

Edith Evans