(1612) Formal Court

[Vampire ST]

Nox

Underground Elysium

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, meeting rooms with conference tables and chairs, and an area with several inactive televisions.

The Court area is decorated with long black and crimson 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 reserved only for the Kindred that branch off from the Commons, which will be necessary once those Kine privileged enough to see behind the Masquerade filter ghouls, herd members, or other types of devotee.

Another evening; another Danse. For some, it will their first, for others it shall be their last. After all, this is the Prince's Elysium, and subject to the Laws of the Domain.

A new Seneschal has been appointed and the last seems to have disappeared...

Please remember that Predators Taint is in effect and role-play of this is expected, or rolls will be asked for! This is a great place to get Acknowledged

[White]

As an official, he thought it wise to make an early appearance. In stark contrast to the EDM above Jacob found himself humming the chorus of "yellow submarine" as he stowed a light jacket in the coat room. Underneath the more informal jacket, which he had just relieved himself of, he was wearing sales-rack simple attaire. He milled about semi-aimlessly, a few thoughts of who he wanted to talk to tonight bouncing about his head. He hoped he'd see some new Shadows like the last formal court, but would be far from disappointed to have to chance to speak with more familiar Kindred.

Whatever will tonight bring?

[Twist]

Walking calmly past the coat room with barely a glance toward it, Twist entered the Court proper.

She loved this time of year as far as dressing. Holiday parties and cocktail events abounded and designers were more than happy to provide plenty of outfits to choose from. Tonight's was a simple dress, deep green accented with glass beads. But the true highlight was the expanse of bare back that was left visible, tempting fingers to glide along the spine or curl just under the edge of fabric.

Sadly she realized though that her timely arrival meant that the number of fingers she could tempt was much lower than preferred.

And those fingers belonged to Jacob Maddox.

Twist refrained from huffing in disappointment and instead nodded curtly at the Priscus in greeting before stepping out of the entrance way to allow others in.

[Alessandra]

Formal Court, which meant Ale had to actually put some effort into what she wore. It also meant she would more than likely wear a dress, which was not one of her favorite things to wear. But, you do what you have to do.

With a grown and a sigh, she pulls a garment bag from her small closet, unzipping it and pulling the black dress out. It was mostly sheer black material, with a few strategically placed black flowers to cover things that shouldn’t be shown in Court. It not only hugged her curves, but also allowed her tattoos to show, which was why she liked the dress. It was dressy, but still fun. One of her Herd showed her how to curl her hair with a curling iron so her hair hung off to side. Smokey eyes and pale pink lips completed the look.

Entering Court, she stops at the bottom of the stairs, allowing the wash of Beasts to hit her. But not many came. Silently she is thankful for that skill that so many seem to have. Her? She’d rather her Beast be felt. But it was still uncomfortable to feel others, especially the stronger ones. Though it was a good test of her Will over her own Beast.

Dark eyes roam the room, offering a nod to the Priscus of Shadows, before they widen in a pleasure surprise. Twist!

Making her way over, she stops a respectful distance and dips into a curtsy, she had been practicing, her head bowing as well,

“Your Grace, Alder Twist, so wonderful to see you.” Greets the Savage. "Si guarda semplicemente meraviglioso!"

[Alice Hart]

Another night, another Danse...but this time Alice descends not from the stairs and into the awaiting pit of vapid vipers, but appears from her office. The lights are off, the Blind Doll has no need of them, incense smoke, sage, frankincense, among other scents, swirl and curl around her as she closes the door to her office.

A new dress purchased for this evening, and the first to be tagged with her new, and required system. Raised bumps, tell a story that Alice's fingers can now read. It is black, and white, simple and elegant, textured in a way Alice hadn't enjoyed when she had her sight, but now, finds she favors. Since this was a formal affair, Alice also had someone create a matching length of silk so that she could hide the hollow pits of darkness, where her eyes used to be. She didn't want to ruin the evening with the horror of her eyes-that-weren't.

As her steps lead her to the court proper, Alice feels the Wraith wake, hissing and spitting. Rivals. They dare? This was her place, hers! Alice would just crush them under the weight of their nightmares and- Ale's voice pierces through the din. Twist was back.

Wrestling the Wraith back behind cold iron bars, Alice tucks an ankle behind the other, and dips into a curtsy, "Your Grace," Alice holds a moment before she pulls herself out of it and turns to Ale, ducking her head in greating. "Priscus Antinori."

[Emma French]

Emma's long brown hair flowed loosely around her shoulders in soft curls. The dress she chose was a deep purple velvet shift dress. On her legs she put on black shiny high heeled boots that went up to her thigh. The dress ended at the top of the boots. The effect was almost like a glamorous yet subdued go-go girl.

Upon entering court she paused at the door to feel the throng of the beasts within the room. She had gone for a run earlier so the effect wasn't as strong as usual for her, as the run helped her get her own beast tightly leashed. The next thing Emma did was walk slowly around the perimeter of the room checking for any security issues. When she was done she watch the others as they talked. She really didn't know what to do first and decided to play things by ear. Before the end of the night she would hopefully have some meeting set up.

[Asa]

Asa descended the steps into Court, a lowball half-filled with some amber liquid in hand.

He barely paused at the last step. Where once a cacophony of unseen claws scrabbled at the edges of his senses, now there were only a handful. It reminded him of the evenings that followed the Lost Nights. He lifted the glass, letting the burn of alcohol douse the inferno of rage within. Only a handful -- but each no less a demand for Blood.

It was the most informal he'd appeared at a Formal Court in a while; a dark suit with just the faintest purple pinstripes and highlighted by a matching pocket square, but an open collar without a tie. Some might think it a nod to the smaller populace and an invitation to casual-ness, but the truth was that the ghoul who usually tied it was busy with holiday preparations for the club.

Eyes lingered over Twist . His fingers were certainly tempted. A smile and a nod, then another to the Seneschal ( Alice Hart ) and present Prisci.

"Good evening," he greeted William ( Rilebre ). "I don't think we've met -- an lapse I'd like to correct, given our shared Clan."

[Hugh Everwood]

The first Formal Court Jesse attended was a themed party, one he arrived at late due to having been new in the city. This time he had no reason to make haste, his presence already known and acknowledged that he stepped into the court proper after being led down to this part of Nox.

The Beast hissed like a mountain lion from within his mind at the presence of what other Beasts it could sense, wanting to leave the presence of those that it deemed too strong while willing to challenge those that were even. Dressed in a fine black suit with a pristine white button up, Jesse used the moment it took to make sure the knot of his tie was sitting all proper-like to allow his Beast to settle in its cave and glower at the other Kindred in silence.

That Alice became the new Seneschal wasn't any news to him, though he did wonder where the former Seneschal and now Lady Reeve Stamford was. Didn't seem present none here, and heard whispers of her not having been around in a while neither.

Curious and curiouser, wasn't it?

Now that he could look around without the Beast acting up, Jesse took in the people present thus far. Quite a few familiar faces already having gathered, Jesse had seen them around the Court before — or seen them in the openly available list of officials, if they were someone of importance.

One had to keep up with these things.