(1512) Eternal Court

[Chrisie]

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 fare 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 the 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...

[Martha Villiers]

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

Waiting to see who and what may turn up at the Elysian Field, 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 her C-Leg, which clearly extends high up her left thigh.

Though smelling of minty toothpaste and lemons; other than a dab of red lipstick, she's shunned more obvious cosmetics.

She emits no Beast.

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

Alert and attentive, making use of a simple metal walking cane, tiny Martha is limping and strolling around the Court...

[Konrad Roth]

Equipment: Athletic Shoes

Seems only a few nights ago that Marco met his Final Death and the Reeve called her meeting to go over the assault on Cotouri. The constant exposure to numerous Kindred and the frequent theme of violence has set Konrad's Beast on edge. Seeing these predators tonight stacks on a fresh fury, reminding him that at any point it could be he who is ashed. It only took a wrong word to turn friends into enemies. Kindred could be fickle at times.

A thin sports coat over a tie-less dress shirt is untucked over a pair of coated denim jeans. Again he favors his running shoes for the bite and run. He sees the newly arrived Brittany speaking with the Keeper. Family and friends, both tempting targets. He makes his way to their side, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he greets them.

"Keeper Villiers, Cousin Hastings. Evening treating you well?" he asks with a mixture of friendly indifference.

[Alessandra]

Last Court Monomacy had been declared, and now their numbers were one less. Which sucked, cause their numbers were already low compared to some other Domains she had been through.

Sighing internally, she begins her descent down into Court, wondering what excitement the evening will hold. At the bottom of the stairs, she stops, allowing the push of Beasts to wash over her. As it does, hers takes notices of the weak ones, and the ones that defy its dominance. Her eyes take in familiar faces, all gathered in one central location.

Well, might as well be social, she thinks as she makes her way over. Tonight she was dressed more casual, not feeling like wearing a dress. She had on a pair of black fitted dress pants with a vest that had a high collar in the back. A single button held the vest together, and it hit a couple inches above her pants, allowing some of her stomach and side tattoos to peek out. She had her long hair up, with a few loose pieces framing her face, and her makeup was minimal.

Gritting her teeth as she got closer, her Beast growling and wanting to tear apart the weaker Beasts.

But she smiles, “So seems this is where the party is.” Greeted the Italian. “Seneschal Hardning, Mistress Keeper, Priscus Roth,” she says each with the respect it was due and bows her head to each. “Miss Hastings!” she says to her Cousin, not knowing if she was ok with only using her first name or not. Best error on the side of caution.

[Martha Villiers]

The bright yellow of Brittany's dress caught Martha's attentions almost as much as her Beast did.
Though Martha's own Beast had squirmed and wriggled and wanted to inflict horrible things upon its neighbors, Martha held a dignity while her inner disciplines kept the worst impulses under control.

An alert observer, however, would notice Martha's small hands grip her cane tighter. Her eyes much linger longer than was really required on the perfect legs of her visitor...

Limping over to greet Brittany with a smile proved suddenly hard. Her C-Leg seemed to stick mid gait and drag behind her as if made of solid iron. Trying a shy smile, she waved to Brittany and soon her Beast was fully under control.

"Good evening, Miss! A delight to see you again...what a simply splendid dress you're sporting!" she took the chance to study Brittany's legs again while limping to a halt close to Brittany.

Martha was staring at her legs as Konrad and Ale arrived. With eyes narrowing and her hands gripped tight again at her cane, she struggled to once more control her Beast.

"G...good evening, Priscus Roth...Whip..." she nodded to Ale and Konrad. Before she could add much more Katya arrived and Martha's attentions were suddenly absorbed by Ale's dress pants and Katya's leather version of the same.

"...S...Seneschal...goo...dood evening to you...I hope al...all is well..." she stammered and, her Beast now more firmly at bay, the tiny Mekhet offered a smile to each of the new arrivals in turn. Nodding a respectful nod of silent greeting to the enigmatic David before adding to Brittany;

"T...thank you for your kind words, Miss. G...good evening to you, Miss! A joy to see so many here this evening! I do hope everyone is safe."

She wanted to ask for news, but such invitations rarely brought good tidings. Trying to meet Konrad's eyes and not stare at Brittany's legs, Martha added hastily, "I must echo Miss Hasting's opinion. The leather really works well..." nodding to Ale and Konrad, and leaning harder on her cane, she hoped this might prompt a distracting and diverting conversation.

[Konrad Roth]

"Seneschal. Whip," says Konrad with the usual amount of respect, both for a superior and a subordinate.

A smirk forms on his lips at Brittany's excessive flattery. "Yeah? Just something I threw together," he says to play along. The compliments are short lived, however, as Katya seems to steal Brittany's attention away.

I see how it is. Brown-nosing your way to the top are we? he thinks, chuckling privately to himself.

He speaks to Katya, adding to Brittany's energetic words. "She's not wrong, about all of it." He smirks and excuses himself so that his two cousins can start to get to know each other better. If he knew Katya, she would play nice and might even give a tidbit of advice to their neonate cousin. While flattery might appeal to some it had the effect of painting a Kindred as weak. But then maybe she wanted to be underestimated.

Seeing the Priscus of Shadows come forward to issue his formal bow, Konrad begins to make his way his side, leaving family behind to attend to business.

"Priscus Regan. Hope things are well in your neck of the woods. Never did call you about that meeting I requested. Things have just been too busy with all that's happening around the Domain. Think you'd like to have a chat right now?" he asks in a pleasant tone.