(1808) A Quiet Court

[Yumyumcrow]

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.


Astute characters may note the increasingly rare, dog eared pamphlets displayed here and there, still quietly proclaiming that the club is "Under New Management".

The summer is taking its toll. The long, hot, days are not exactly conducive to clubbing. The rushed frenzy of previous months has ebbed away to a few die-hards who cling to the old dame of the club circuit like drowning sailors clinging to driftwood. In addition, shocking tales of bush fires and the rumour of bushfires has kept the patronage down.

None of this stops the Kindred from their slow Danse.

When the Kindred arrive they are discreetly met and led to the back of the club. 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 red silken drapes cascading from floor to ceiling. Drapes hang in elegant bunches and gathered into valances across door frames and between supporting pillars; the lighting is intentionally low, and even with the gentle pulse of music from above, the place has the feel of a sepulchre.


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...

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

[Lawrence Taft]

Lawrence, the living man, had never been fond of summer. Even amid attempts to rebel and revel in all manner of debauchery, the Kine society was still prim and proper in all seasons. Men wore suits. Even in 90 degree weather. Flashing forward nearly a century, fashion and trends have evolved. But Taft still remembers this disdain for the stuffy, unbearable summers from so long ago.

Ironically, feeling no significant discomfort from the heat, Taft has opted for a gentlemanly suit in tones of navy blue and grey. A tribute to yesteryear. It's no Armani, but it's a step above his usual muted colors. Noticing the Seneschal first, Taft offers a polite half-bow. There's an almost awkward pause, but he's quick to recover. And divert.

"Ah, Madam Simmons. I trust the evening finds you well?"

[Mable Wood]

Mable dressed in a pretty pink dress she had found at the second hand shop. Her hair flat irons and bangs pulled back in a decorative barrette. Her heels were simple strappy silver ones. She had painted her toenails hot pink. She was feeling a bit like she was going to a prom. Once she arrived to the court and stood on the stairs, the prom feeling hit again along with the feelings of beasts below her. Lina, Rebecca, and Lawrence's weaker beasts made her own roar with a fierce desire to rip them apart. She shifted position slightly as she fought down the feelings. Vivian's beast was a little frightening but Mable was able to pull the beast tight and push it deep inside her mind.

Taft's intensity was always a bit overwhelming but he was over in the area she wanted to go so she pulled up her big girl panties and headed over to the group gathered around the Seneschal. "Good evening, Seneschal, Dr. Simmons, Mr. Taft, and Krieg." Mable's smile was sweet and friendly as always.