(1602) 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 the 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 cloakroom 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, members of Herds or even devotees.

Another evening; another Danse. For some it will be 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...

The regular Elysian Court officially opens on 4 Feb but I wanted to give advance notice to:-

Alice Hart
Sarah Townsend
@Jacob Maddox
Nell Cooper
Garrick Marlon

[Konrad Roth]

  Feeding from the Night Before

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2016-02-03 11:58:09		Konrad Roth rolls 4 to feeding roll (Feb.) [STR+Sub] (10 Again)		7, 1, 2, 9		1 success

Konrad is fortunate that Court falls on only the second night of Quadragesima. His feeding from the other night hardly seemed like enough to sate him through the fast. He's feeling anxious, his Beast more so especially now in the presence of other predators. He isn't looking forward to the rest of the week, and he hopes his nerves don't show through, lest some other rival interprets it as a sign of weakness.

Konrad wears a light leather jacket and jeans. Informal as always. He sports a pair of sunglasses despite the dim lighting as he hopes to mask signs of his hunger in his tense expression.

His duties call him to be present to Acknowledge any new arrivals that hold their lineage within the Gangrel Clan. His agreement with the Prince weighs on his mind as well. But there will be opportunities very soon to fulfill it.

[Garrick Marlon]

As Garrick's foot lands on the flat floor of Court he removes the sunglasses that hide his curse. While the eyes are blank the face around them shows fear as he thinks of all the ways tonight could end poorly. White eyes look around aimlessly before closing. When they open, forced calm falls over Garrick's face. Time to suck it up.

Continuing into Court proper the desire to run and live forces Garrick to a stop. The monster actually has a point tonight, running away would have been the smart thing to do. But this city is fun and going back home isn't an option. And running away could cause everyone to give chase. Giving his head a shake Garrick breaks from the fear and morose revery. Nodding to Priscus Roth, Garrick walks over to the Savage. "Good evening Priscus Roth."

[Alessandra]

This Domain certainly likes to have Courts, thinks Ale as she figures out something to wear. She guesses a good thing about that was that her wardrobe had grown. As she swipes on a little makeup, she wonders how Kindred who literally painted their faces did it. With her blurry reflection, she had learned over the years how much to apply without looking like a clown.

Her outfit for the night consisted of a pair of leather pants and a sheer top. A red glove on her left hand provided a little bit of color. Not that she cared, but she thought it looked cool.

Stepping into Court, she quickly scans the room as her Beast roars at the one that defied it. The one who was weaker got a growl as its tongue moved over its sharp fangs, wanting the weaker ones blood.

Approaching, “Good evening Priscus Roth,” she greets with a bow of her head. “Priscus Marlon, good evening to you as well. Hope you are both well.” Get the titles and pleasantries out of the way. Oh how she hated the titles.

[Konrad Roth]

"Priscus. Ale. Brittany," replies Konrad in a lethargic monotone. He comes across as dispirited though he's just putting up a front to mask the Beast's thrashing urges.

"Could be better," he admits, acknowledging his Clanmates' habitual how-do-you-do's. "My Covenant is down to just me again, by the look of it. So that's a pain. Say, you three are all unbound. Care to join the Carthians?"

He makes a weak chuckle, as if the suggestion were a bad joke. Graves had been the punchline. All his worries about recruiting, convincing other Carthians to do the work for him had amounted to a whole lot of nothing. He'd avoided the straightforward method, but trying it now, he couldn't help but find it funny.

Of course thinking straight isn't coming easy for him tonight.

[Martha Villiers]

Hearing the voices, Martha leaves the comfort of her official chamber.

Wiping the lemon juice from her hands with a baby-wipe, she smiled as she saw the gathered Kindred.

She offered a wave to all and, gripping her cane, she hobbled closer to Brittany.

Her C-Leg went immediately stiff at the knee joint. As if freezing solid. Her gait stumbled only a moment as she grappled with her inner Beast. Wide eyed, she fought and trembled while fighting the instinct to rend Brittany's knees from her legs...

Tiny Martha is neatly attired in her usual Edwardian style English school uniform. The hipster spectacles perched daintily on the end of her nose, the short gymslip with a hemline to mid thigh - revealing a single, toned and trim, leg clad in a serviceable black stocking.

Her hair is in twin tails and of a 'zombie blue' hue.

A swift glance would reveal that she's wearing her C-Leg, which clearly extends high up her left thigh.

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, still trembling, she offers a shy smile to each arrival.

[Alice Hart]

Alice hesitated at the top of the stairs, in part because of the ice snaking up her spine, her Rage was a cold thing, icicle shards impale themselves into her brain matter. She should run. The monsters in there were bigger and badder then she was, she needs to high-tale it out of here-no. If she runs now, she can't stay here. She wants to stay here. Her Rage thaws, and she pushes it back.

She sees the others in the room, as she slowly makes her way down the steps, most of who are here wear something more casual then she, but she's the new Haunt in town, she'd rather dress nice, then be smeared at for another reason. She keeps her her monochromatic theme, a black and white printed skirt, with a black pussy-bow blouse. Her white-white hair hangs around her shoulders, her straight bangs, nearly concealing the unreal amethyst of her eyes.

Slowly she approaches the group, only seeing two that are familiar. Alice stays silent, waiting for the others to notice her. She'd rather not put her foot in it, by not knowing who's who.

[White]

Jacob walked in wearing a dark red tee, with a blue plaid overshirt, and jeans. He took his earphones out cutting off "Carnivore" halfway through. Pausing a moment on the stairs to wrap his earphones into a neat loop Jacob forced a breath through his desiccated lungs. Trotting down the rest of the stairs he was prepared for the Beast.
Didn't make it easy to handle.

A momentary eternity passed in a mere second, to an observer Jacob would have seemed to be pausing on the stairs and grimacing. Jacob forced the air out slowly, focusing on the familiar feeling. He plastered a stiff smile on his face while scanning the Kindred gathered before him. Frowning briefly when Jacob failed to find his Priscus, his eyes settled on the Keeper. Jacob approached slowly hunching slightly and raising a hand in passive greeting.

"Am I interrupting Keeper?" Jacob smiled wanly; dropping his hand to his side as he straightened his posture. Jacob nodded with casual respect towards Konrad, "Priscus."