(1611) Eternal Court

[Vampire ST]

Eternal Court

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.

This evening might be colored by the pall that seeps into these nights. Whispers of Hunters and Brood, and given weight by the absence of some.

The new Reeve, Robert Cross, has already disappeared.

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

[Alessandra]

Yup…another Court. These things were seriously thrown way too often for this Savages liking. But thankfully it wasn’t formal, which meant she didn’t have to dress up. So she didn’t, and decided to wear what she wanted. Which to some would be viewed as very little, but to her, it was fun and comfortable.

Thigh high boots were paired with a short skirt. The shirt was kind of a shredded halter type shirt and there was more tattoos on display than had been in a while. Various chains hung down and wrapped around her fit waist, and one arm had a sleeve type glove on it. Yeah, she really didn’t care who liked her outfit.

Walking into Court, she stops as she takes a moment to see who was there. Her Beast sensed Vivian’s Beast, which caused its hackles to raise as it sneaks back. A shiver of fear passed through it before Ale regains control. But the other one with Vivian? This one brought a different reaction, this time it was anger. Anger at the weaker Beast for have the nerve to present itself.

Once again she asserts control before painting a smile on her face and offering Vivian a wave.

[Alice Hart]

Alice was wearing a dress. It was soft. Silk maybe. It was light and flowing against her fingers. Yielding like water. It might have been black, with the burnt scent of smoke, and char clinging to it, it might have been the one she'd been wearing during the Solstice.

...Or it might have just been handled by Robert. Taken from her haven to the dee-necropolis, most of her clothing had been handled by the Burned Man.

Alice spent far to much time frozen in place, her mind stuttering because she didn't know what dress this was! When her eyes fell to ash she had Robert. A silent, stanch presence. Near when she needed, and far so she could find her own strength...but this. Completely and totally alone in the darkness. Alice didn't know what to do now.

Stepping into the dress that might be black, and possibly made of silk, Alice zips herself up and breathes deeply. The under current of burnt hair told her that this wasn't the dress she'd warn for the Solstice, but it was still a dress. Of a color, and style with a probable printed pattern upon it she knew not.

Arriving at the Nox, Alice was already in mind of the prospective monstrous denizens of the Domain, so the waking of the Wraith wasn't a surprise. Three Beasts felt, one mewling thing. Worth no notice. A rival - the enemy of my enemy, once the Wraith caught sight of the far stronger predator already beyond the stairs. They could join forces and rending, ripping, tearing - the vitriol the Wraith spat surprising to the Blind Haunt. Used to the frozen rage and the distance it brought between herself and the world around her, she'd staggered under weight of this strange change.

As Alice placed her folding cane within her clutch, she took the time to marvel and fear the way that it seemed as if there was no ice thickening her spine, but still. Alice rested control back and placed her inner demon back behind not-so-cold iron bars. Her purple framed sunglasses found their way with the confines of her clutch (was it silver, or blue?) she hadn't shied away from her eyes-that-weren't and the reactions they'd bring when her was on Robert's arm.

She wouldn't shy away now.

Descending into Elysium, Alice pulled herself away from the monsters already present. Without Robert's gruff voice whispering in her ear, she didn't know who they were.

[Victoria Stamford]

Victoria came around the corner from the offices and the sudden press of beasts caused her wasp to hiss and spit in defiance. She wanted to break the weaker beasts and then grind them to powder. Then there was that familiar press of challenge from Vivian and she held back her urge so smash the woman's face into the tile floor until one of them broke. To be honest, it was rather disturbing how much she had that urge.

Once she was back under control, she looked around and saw an unfamiliar face. His manner of dress was unique to say the least, and she wanted to know just what kind of idiot vampire worked around fast food or thought that was a good inconspicuous disguise. The grease was revolting. She wanted to bounce him out of town for what was likely idiocy and so she wouldn't have to look at him, but that would mean she would likely have to touch him. The thought of coming into contact with him almost caused her skin to crawl.

She spotted Alessandra and gave her a smile and an appreciative raise of her eyebrows at the woman's choice of attire and a nod of greeting. It was awfully good that kindred didn't have to worry about the cold.

Alice was in attendance too and it was pretty odd seeing her without Mr. Cross. It was good that she chose to still socialize despite the set back of her condition and relationship trouble. Victoria made a mental note to approach and speak with her later, but business first.

The ventrue approached Vivian York , and Graham Keoghan with a man in a suit and a leather gimp mask following close behind her. The man came carrying a document case easily accessible. Victoria wore a pair of tight leather pants with a deep v-necked, lilac colored blouse that displayed her ample amount of bosom quite spectacularly, all topped off with an open leather jacket. She kind of enjoyed the novelty of not wearing her usual gowns to court lately.

"Whip York, I love your dress," she said honestly. "You look fantastic."

She turned to Graham, taking in the man's name and noting he was at least asking for the right direction.

"I'm Lady Seneschal Stamford," she said in a matter of fact way. She didn't wish to jump over Vivian's chance to respond to the man's question or she would have pointed out his Priscus.

[Hugh Everwood]

While Jesse would not be one of the first to appear at the Nox, he did appear late and would have time to mingle with his fellow Kindred as he properly failed last time. There were a few short chats, but nothing more.

The Shadow thanked the person that had guided him to the back of the club, stepping into the Kindred part of town proper. Since this wasn't a formal event, he decided for a little more casual an outfit: A light grey v-neck shirt that sat just right on his torso, not too tight (but still tight enough) but neither too loose, with a pair of black jeans that did fit nicely. A black belt was added, though he really didn't have any worry his pants would be slipping, with a silver belt buckle, big to draw attention but nowhere close on the tacky side. If it was, he'd have gone thrown it into the nearest river.

His Beast became instantly aware of the other predators as he stepped inside, hackles rising and hissing and roaring within his mind, though most of those present would want to make it flee rather than actually try and fight for its own territory. Only one, a new face, made his Beast glower with the possibility of fighting this one off.

Jesse was quick to soothe the hissing part of his mind, the Beast as much as himself agreeing that neither would want to get anywhere too close to that fellow. Greasy, rings of sweat visible wherever one looked, and if he was currently in need to breathe, he'd no doubt scent it all as well.

Haunt, no doubt. No Kindred would go out and about like this if there ain't reason they can't change it. He thought. At least, he wouldn't.

With the Beast calmed down again, he turned his attention to one Alice Hart for now, who appeared to have not yet joined the others further within the club. "Miss Hart," he made his presence known to her, remembering her blindness, "A pleasure to meet you this fine evening."

[White]

He was feeling distinctly anti-social and thus took his sweet time getting out the door. And yet, the room was extremely sparse. There was a new Beast, a weak Beast. It got easier with time, the howling rang hollow in his ears, dying down quickly. Although maybe it was just the number of Beasts in the room, so many had fallen in such a short time. Only five. It seems more and more like this simply cannot be the dominate kindred force in Sacremento.

Such is life, or, unlife as it were. He trained his eyes on the newcomer, not quite believing them. He took a moment to drift, he found it unlikely that the newcomer would need him, he reeked of Haunt. Even still, better to wait a moment before starting up conversation.