(1603) Eternal Court

[Chrisie]

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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 yourVIP 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...

[Pixie Styx]

Nell traveled through the throng of the modern worshipers of Dionysus to the back stairwell and into the Elysian field. The Meket cast her eyes around the room, would the Kindred of the Domain think her eager please when they saw that she was among the first to arrive this night?

Nell shrugged, and walked forward upon her suede ankle length boots, spying a chair to sit on the Alucinor thought to choose something a slight more dressed up for her second Court appearance, a loose white wrapping blouse with a favorite pair of black jeans. Nell sat herself upon a chair and waited for the others to appear.

[Konrad Roth]

Equipment: Recording Device, Bug Sweeper

Descending the stairs is the Gangrel Priscus. He looks in much better spirits tonight now that Quadragesima is behind him. With the springtime weather warming up, he looks comfortable in a black sports coat, a gray striped t-shirt beneath it, and a pair of black jeans. In his sport coat pocket is a recording device, switched off and sitting idly for its chance to listen in on conversations going on around him. While the other pocket holds a bug sweeper, should he feel the need to track down and expose the listening microphones of other devices. He's never had a need yet for either, but one never knows.

He spots Nell among the gathered Kindred. Both her Beast and the others fill him with such loathing and anger. Though she's done nothing to deserve his ire, Konrad's mind weaves images of grisly violence and a sharp tipped knife to mar the too perfect doll-face beneath that colorful head of hair. He pushes the fantasy down, burying it under a pleasant smile and friendly wave in her direction.

He makes no effort to speak with her though. His eyes are on the lookout for the well-spoken Keeper of Elysium.

[Alessandra]

Yup….another Court. What was weird though? She was starting to get used to how many of these the Domain hosted. Dead hands riffle through her closet and draws, tossing pieces over her shoulder. Turning and looking, she smiled, yup, those would do. No one would ever give her an award for fashion, but she didn’t care. She dressed for herself and for comfort over anyone’s opinions.

Her outfit for the night was a pair of leather pants, with knee high boots and a halter top. A long flowing sweater of sorts was put over it, hanging very low off one shoulder. Her hands were part way covered, and the only color on her was her red lips. Her dark hair hung lose down her back.

Arriving at Nox, with her guns secured in her jeep, she makes her way into the sharks pool. Eyes move over the room as her Beast bared its fangs at the challengers. How dare they think they were stronger than her?! It demanded. As much fun as it would be to grow her claws and give the room a new paint job.

She rolls her shoulders, ignoring the Beast within. Time to mingle! A bow of her head was offered to Konrad, before her eyes settled upon a new face.

Ale makes her way over and flashes a friendly smile, “Ciao!” greets the Savage. The challenge once again rages in her Beast, wanting to give the new face a welcome she would never forget. “I’m Alessandra, Whip of Gangrel. Love the hair!”

[Alice Hart]

The porcelain marionette steels herself as she descends into Elysium, ice inches up-up her spine, the wraith begging and pleading-whining that they needs to flee there are too many, too much-Alice presses her back against the wall, -they can't surround her- her white-white hands fist, and she knows that she needs to - the doll blinks, reason thawing the wraith's ice. She can't flee, there is nowhere run and nowhere to turn to.

Alice's fingers loosened from their fists, smoothing out her blouse, and skirt in a nervous gesture. To the surprise of everyone that had met her before, she has chosen to wear colour. They are as she is, pale imitations of themselves, but the colour blossoms across the porcelain backdrop of her skin.

Her unreal amethysts flicker between each of the faces of those present. Prisci, a Whip and the Seneschal, oh my. Only one without a tittle.

Alice takes a fortifying, albeit unneeded breath as she further walks into the mire that was the Danse.

Alice ducks her head in greeting for the Prisci, and the beautiful women with the tattoos, knowing that motion exposes her the back of her neck. Her movement is jerky, like a puppet's strings slackening, then drawn taut as she brings her head up. Then she moves onto a passable curtsy towards the Seneschal.

"I'm Alice Hart, Nosferatu, Unaligned." she introduces herself and prays they don't eat her alive.

[Martha Villiers]

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

Wiping the lemon juice from her hands with a baby-wipe, she blinked and counted the number of gathered Kindred.

She offered a small, almost timid, wave to all and, gripping her cane, she from her chamber to see if anyone need help with anything.

As if hitting a solid wall of Beastial power, her C-Leg went immediately stiff at the knee joint. Freezing solid.

Her gait stumbled only a moment as she again grappled with her inner Beast. Wide eyed, she fought and trembled while fighting the instinct to rend Alice's perfectly white and dainty knees from her legs...and then moving onto devouring Nell's ankles...

Hands grip tighter to her cane and se blinks away the vivid thoughts as her Beatsial fantasies subside.

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 and fresh wave to each arrival.

[Kenneth Gilroy]

Kenneth descended into his personal hell again, to walk among the powerful Beast howling for his Blood and pretend to be on their level despite the every screaming fear of death. Before getting to the bottom, Gilroy sent a text to himself. Insurance in case he came face to face with the likes of Sterling. Then it was into the social fray while maintaining disguise of calm. At least as much as the curse allowed. Gilroy's posture never reached above sniveling on the best of nights.

Entering Elysium Kenneth took to the edges of the court as he normally did. A mangy wolf prowling the edges, afraid to go nearer. He watched for now.