(1509) Eternal Court XXXVIII

[West]

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

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...

[West]

This will be a THREE WEEK thread, so that next month's Court can kick off on the 1st. Please plan accordingly.

[Violet]

After seeing the outfits of the other Kindred at her first court, Diana has a better idea of what to wear. She'd decided on something much more casual this time, but still hopefully nice enough. She is wearing a high quality white t-shirt underneath a bright pink blazer, with pointed toe shoes of the same pink. She wears black and white polka dotted shorts, black simple jewelry, and carries a simple black bag. She hopes she would not feel like she stands out again.

The bright pink of the blazer makes the soft pink in her rainbow hair stand out a bit more. It has been carefully styled into loose curls. She wears eyeliner and a bright pink lipstick, the same colour as the blazer.

Descending into the now mildly familiar court area, she does not see anyone. She suspects maybe those with positions may be hiding in their offices, but she is relieved to be able to react to new beasts at her own pace. She had not met many people at the last court. She hopes Martha will arrive next, as they didn't get the chance to spend much time together at the last court. Taking a seat on a sofa nearest the stairs, she pulls a black leather notebook out of her bag and starts writing in it. Waiting for others to arrive, she gets lost in her own thoughts.

[Konrad Roth]

-2 Vitae to heal for Aggravated Damage upon waking
Equip: Athletic Shoes

Not Martha, but someone a bit taller with a bit more hair on their chin descends the Stairs into Court. Its predatory gaze seeks out the figure of each Kindred residing in the room, sizing them up carefully with a well-contained silent seething. There are many ways to cope with the Beast, but one never copes well by giving into it in the middle of Court. Still, he considers its whispers of murder and mayhem, imagining their fruition.

Konrad Roth arrives wearing dark blue jeans that end at sneakers. Layered t-shirts beneath a light jacket cover his torso and the charred flesh that still remains there. But at least his hand doesn't bear the marks of scorched flesh anymore. After knitting the flesh back together, he could sure use a drink. But in the Rack, only the truly privileged take part in drawing the rich red fluid from the warm bodies up above.

The Savage moves away from the faces of his Kindred peers, hanging back in the periphery to avoid thinking about hunger or violence tonight.

[Phoenix]

Gabrielle arrived a bit later at court. For the occasion, she wore simple but fashionable clothes. She saw Konrad first but the look on his face seemed to indicate he was not in the mood for conversation yet. Better to leave him alone for the moment. Her beast sure didn't agree and wanted to rip his throat out for not bowing immediately before her. So she went towards the weaker beast already present in the room, and the beast kept on calling with murderous thoughts. Was this ever going to go away? It wasn't going to anyways.

"Hey there Diana. How are you doing? It seems everything is quiet at the moment."

[Martha Villiers]

Martha leaves the path of her patrol around the dance area of the Formal Courtyard and makes her way towards the Commons.

It was then she spotted the striking Diana...

Martha pauses.

Sensing the push and pull of ghastly thoughts spawned from her Beast, tiny Martha stares long and hard at Diana's legs...the legs exposed by her shorts...

The legs exposed by her polka dotted shorts and adorned by pink shoes...

Those shorts... Those shoes... Legs... Martha gripped harder at her cane.

Martha's small tongue licked at her lips.

Tiny Martha is neatly attired in an Edwardian style English school uniform. Yes, there are the hipster spectacles perched daintily on the end of her nose. So too is the short gymslip with a hemline to mid thigh, it reveals a single, toned and trim, leg clad in a serviceable black stocking.

Her hair is an odd shade. To the expert eye, her twin tails are 'zombie blue' with a subtle hint of 'zombie green' thrown in for good measure.

A swift glance would reveal that she's wearing a simple metal peg leg, which clearly extends high up her left thigh.

Though smelling of minty toothpaste and lemons, she's shunned more obvious cosmetics.

She emits no Beast.

Her pale and petite presence, however, exudes an almost tangible sweetness and innocence.

Making use of a simple metal walking cane, tiny Martha is limping and strolling around the Court. Her peg leg taps on the floor as she eagerly hobbles and hops about, carefully checking Diana's legs once more and nodding a greeting to the oddly shy Konrad and Gaby... Yes, Gaby and her sleek legs...

As she approaches Gaby and Konrad Martha hesitates. Gripping her cane once again, she cannot help but flick her tongue to moisten her lips again and tremble.

...her shorts...

Steadying her Beast, tiny Martha watches as Konrad shrinks into the shadows and stammers, nodding a gentle acknowledgement to him as she makes her way closer to Diana's seat;

"G...G...good evening... I hope you are both well!" she tried a general greeting and limps over to say hello to the more obviously social Gaby and Diana...

[Violet]

One by one, they trickle in. Each and every one of them more powerful than her. With each new arrival, Diana's beast begs her to leave, so that her Requiem can continue one more night.

The Daeva turns to greet Gaby. She begins with a smile, "Doing alright, how are..." but her greeting is cut off when she sees Martha.

"Oh. My. God. Your hair ohmigosh you look amazing!!!! Hey girl!" turning to Gaby, "Doesn't she look great??" She runs over to greet the tiny Mekhet and grabs at her blue pigtails. Holding the silky blue pieces of hair in her hands she asks "Is it... you know, permanent? I've heard we can do that. Or did you just do this for court?" Diana is absolutely beaming.

She turns back to Gabrielle, letting go of Martha. "I'm so sorry, that was terribly rude of me. I'm doing really well."

Marco's greeting to Martha is certainly curious. She lets it slide though, unsure of the relationship between the two. Last time she saw Martha she was under the impression they hadn't met, but you never know what could have happened since then. "Hi Marco, I hope the evening is finding you well."

[SoraLow]

Richard paced himself through the public area of Nox for the staircase that descended into the Eternal Court gathering. He takes time to check his watch on his way down hoping that he isn't arriving late to the party. The rigmarole he put himself through to survive this deadly encounter was beginning to take it's tole. He tries to show up sooner rather than later, better to be inside before others arrived to give himself time to suppress the effects of his beast being so intensely intimidated. Just one of the near ritualistic approaches he took to protect himself from succumbing to sub-optimal, or more likely suicidal, instincts in the middle of court.

It made him ponder how many court gatherings he'd attended and all at once it hit him that he'd been here for over a full year, this months court marked it, this realization brings him absolutely no joy. What had he accomplished in the last year save committing himself to the Order? As of tonight he was no closer to establishing himself in California, his name didn't mean anything, to anyone. Perhaps to Konrad, but he wasn't certain. For a moment an image he hadn't seen in his mind since he first moved here, Emma French basking in the suns rays. Silently he let's this memory fade back from where came, where it would become just another fleeting memory in murky stream of endless nights.

Tonight he wore a cream colored slim fit shirt with long sleeves. A pair of grey slacks, and plum shaded Dark Shadow sunglasses.
Inside he goes, vitae illuminating his features, and a practiced smile for anyone looking his way, the Daeva makes his best effort to enjoy the evening anyway. He stops at the entrance long enough to take stock of who had already arrived. He spots Konrad first, standing off to himself, an odd sight, maybe it would be best if he leave him alone for the time being, he was familier with Konrad sure enough, even quite fond of him, but he'd heard stories of The Gangrel, stories that made him weary of approaching one that was in a mood.

He sweeps to the left just in time to see Martha approach Konrad and a women he'd not yet met but had definitely taken notice of, so much for giving Konrad space. He sees petite Martha and remembers thinking that she too would be someone he'd seen the last of, maybe one day Emma would return just like she did, no! There was no room for such listless pursuits of what if, a slippery slope to complacency, which he now feared as his major short coming. It took ambition to succeed in life and even more so in death, if he ever wanted to be some body he was going to have to learn to plant seeds and tend to them properly.

Next to her, the vampres he'd only caught glimpses of who was now tugging at Martha's hair stood with them, now was as good a time as any to put a name to a face and possible set off this year in a higher gear. As he approaches however a particular beast that the creature within him was strangely evasive to comes into sight. It was unlike the usual skittishness the creature forced onto him in the presence of those more lethal, it was a fear that hit a bit closer to home. Marco represented what he was not, the way he carried himself, his upbringing was likely far more enabling than his own. Marcos mere presence made him feel inefficient, obsolete. It caused Richard to fear him in some ways, envy him in others. It felt like a suit tailored slim, it was disgusting and if he wasn't mindful could easily fester into resentment. A dark path for any being with a demon nesting in his shadow.

He greats his fellow citizens of His Graces' domain with conviction, his only hope was to feign confidence, and hope to not be exposed. "Good evening everyone, Martha" he distinguishes the part of his greeting meant solely for her,"good to see you as always. Konraaad" he leans to extend his hand to clasp with who saw as potentially his only ally in the city. For Marco he has a head nod and a polite, "Hello Marco" to offer. As for the cotton candy vixen had seen before he seizes a chance to introduce himself before it was too late and the group shattered into sectioned partnering as was normal court etiquette. "I'm Richard, pleased to have met you face to face, and your name is?"