(1504) Eternal Court XXXVI

[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

[Chris Wooding]

And for those Laws of the Domain, being fashionably late is not a matter of discussion. They are always present. Chris, as Reeve of the Domain, can only try his best. Which is why he arrives early.

Sometimes I can make it, and be what's expected of me.

With no Ventrue blood running through his veins, and an optimist attitude, Chris is one of those Kindred that doesn't mind helping others and be kind. Especially now that's it's Spring. With only a few Acolytes in the Domain, he didn't feel much for organizing a big ritual again. But that doesn't mean that the philosophy behind the Equinox is to be neglected.

Maybe, the Hierophant will be able to sow some seeds tonight. Now that's not a sexual innuendo in any way, fertility rites are not of this time. It just means that Chris has plans. To work on those plans, he put on a nice blue suit. There's a lot of talking to be done tonight.

All he has to do now is wait for the crowd to come in.

[Alessandra]

So begins another night in Sacramento, but was an evening with a purpose. It was time to make her way back to Nox and see about jumping through all those wonderful political hoops once again.

She checks in her guns and holster, immediately feeling naked and vulnerable without them.

And down the stairs she goes, not looking forward to however many Beasts may be on display. As she reaches the bottom of the stairs, she feels the Beast snarl and pull at its chains. She pauses to pull it back, dark eyes observing the room. No one really looked familiar, which wasn’t a huge shock, she hadn’t stuck around for long before. Tonight she had decided on leather pants and a high collar, low cut vest type shirt. Her hair was up in a messy ponytail, she wore no makeup and her tattoos were on display. Well, at least the ones on her upper body.

She wasn’t really sure who to talk to first, and she didn’t see Tracy. So she was content to walk around and admire the room. Surely someone would point her in the right direction.

[Hildegarde Bingen]

As always, the Beast whispered its need: to be tested; to be victorious; to dominate. On this night, the normally reclusive Ventrue acquiesced and attended Court. A crisp blouse and black slacks laid out a business-like look for the evening; pale skin free of the blush was enlivened only by the red of lipstick; hair in an untidy bun frizzed about her head helping to diffuse, somewhat, the harsh lines of her porcelain white mask.

Hildegarde emerged from the lift, head rotating slowly as she looked for tonights competition. As always, those she suspected of strength had masked their Beasts. That left the others. The Lord stood, posed, while she mastered the coiled thing within her as it lashed in its cage yearning, burning to expand; to reach out and break and tear and rend and smash and lay low the weaker things it sensed close by.

Smiling pleasantly, Hildegarde moved forward. A nod was cast respectfully to both the Grand Wyrm and to the Reeve.

"Hello," she addressed Vivian York and Alessandra Antinori both. "It is good to see you Vivian. And... I do not believe I have had the pleasure...?" The last was addressed to Alessandra. Hildegarde's eyes were moving to the tattoos with a certain level of interest.

[Cayce]

When the sun fell below the curve of the earth, and the hue of the sky faded to black, the Priscus of Ventrue rose and noted the taste of spring in the air. It was a taste that was still quite new to her, for the climate of this country was, in many ways, quite different from her own, but the scent of pollen and precipitation still stirred a memory loose within her mind, one that loomed from the shadowed corners of her recollection like a cellophane specter so faded that it seemed to merely be impressions traced in dust, and she felt an unknown whim overtake her.

Thus, the Priscus of Ventrue descended the steps to the Nox wearing attire altogether different from anything else that she had been known to wear. In form, at least, if not in colour. A sweeping gown, Italian and scarlet, graced her pale form, the fabric shifting languidly as she strode towards a free couch, her head dipping in acknowledgement to those who had preceded her arrival.

[Alessandra]

Her head turns to the British accent, a warm smile on her face as she wrestles with her Beast. It demanded to be let free and show it was dominate.

The woman was enticing, and the dress was eye catching, “Oh, thank you.” She wondered if she had met the stunning woman at the last Court she attended.

“I’m Alessandra, but just call me Ale for short.” Best play nice, “Amare* the color of your dress, very eye catching.” She praises.

Now the next woman that was a challenge. Her Beast cried out and struggled to flee in the presence of such a stronger Beast. Its desire for self-preservation strong, but she clenched her fists and forced a smile to the tragic beauty,

“We haven’t, I’m Alessandra, but Ale works.” Replied the Italian.

Italian Translation

*Love