(1901) Fire and Ice Formal Court

Dec 30th, 2018 11:22 PM

The Nox Populi Nightclub.

January 1, 2019.

In the heart of downtown Sacramento there is a place of intrigue, excitement and entertainment. The modern flair 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.

Forever would tonight be known as the beginning of the second calendar year of Prince Alessandra Antinori's reign. The occasion of the New Year called for celebration, for themed parties and fanciful affairs. On this New Year's Day, Her Majesty called together the Kindred of Sacramento to attend her at her first Formal Court of 2019. In support of this, the Prince had called for a theme: Fire and Ice.

Truly, the staff had outdone themselves preparing for it. The Nox Populi was bedecked in red and blue lighting and ornaments, beautiful symbols of deadly fire and chilling ice appropriate for tonight's theme. Who knows what rewards might await the fanciest, the most thematically dressed, or whatever other party game the Court might think up?

The club is packed on the New Year's Holiday. The kine bustle with excitement, with drink, with New Year's Eve partying continuing on into the next night - why not? Showing up to the office hung over on the Second didn't seem so bad when the upside was all manner of winter fun!

When the Kindred arrive they are discreetly met and led to the back of the club. The space downstairs is decorated in white woods. Lights color the area in the hues of the theme, and the space is open and inviting. 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 common area circles the Court proper, and it becomes apparent that this is not a place used just 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

**Jacque** · Dec 31st, 2018 09:38 AM

Jacque steps out of his car, pushing the warmth of vitae through his body.

Underneath his overcoat, you can catch glimpses of a black suit with designs of flames on it with matching pants. He was determined to be early this time not only to stave the distracting emotions he had last time, but for another reason.

Jacque waves off the regular ushers explaining, "I'm expecting a delivery and wish to inspect it before moving downstairs."

**Derek Menzies** · Dec 31st, 2018 10:35 AM

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Derek is feeling more awkward than usual, wearing the icy blue suit with snow white trim and bow tie. These thematic traditions that the Kindred of Sacramento adhere to seem unnecessarily gaudy for the clandestine Shadow. However, rather than insult the Prince and make a bad impression for himself, he would endure the elaborate cake frosting. Fortunately the Cloak wraps tightly around him on the trek across town, and then tossed aside as he nears the entrance to the Nox's back entrance.

The awkward Mekhet notices the man outside, recognizing him as a figure that had traversed the Common Room when the Kindred had last gathered when Derek had first arrived. Feeling no Beast from him, it isn't so difficult to force a friendly smile and nod his head towards the man. "Eh..evening," he manages to mutter in greeting, though it seems the man is waiting deliberately for something.

Seeing no reason to linger just yet, Derek proceeds down the stairs, already feeling the tension caused by the gathered Beasts, many familiar now but still frightening to his apprehensive perceptions. His eyes search for Family members first, though he will still respectfully acknowledge those Court officials he'd met last time.

Dec 31st, 2018 11:52 AM

Thomas descends into Court, steeling himself against the Beasts great and small there, only to discover that there is no sign of them on the receiving end. Not that the Nox is empty, there are at least two people somewhat familiar from before. The Ventrue, dressed in a dark blue tuxedo and a matching bowtie, approaches them with nods of greeting. Unbuttoned, his jacket reveals a dark cummerbund, interwoven with lucite cubes. They chime against one another, making the rayon fabric strands of yellow, orange and red look like dancing flames.

A metaphor for elements, natural and arcane, conquered.

Making his way towards Derek, Thomas extends his hand and a polite smile. When close enough for verbal greeting, he says "Good evening. I don't believe we've spoken before. Thomas Boyle of the Ventrue, at your service, Mister..." He looks towards the Shadow, expectantly. When the man introduces himself (or decides not to), Thomas will ask "Do you know if Seneschal York is here yet?"

Dec 31st, 2018 12:17 PM

Official court. How distracting? Adam thought. Fire and ice. Fire, the representative element of the Holy Almighty, the one who cursed Vampires to there great purpose. The very element that devours their undead flesh. Provider of warmth, yet to Kindred bringer of final death. Ice the element of cold, freezer of hearts, the element that reflects the condition of every Kindred's heart given enough time. Yes, Fire could melt ice, but not without creating the very element to extinguish the flames.

Adam chose to wear his traditional religious garb. It was mere coincidence that it adequately fit the theme. Black pants and shoes, a long cool blue tunic, accented by a large gold crescent moon belt, over which he wore a robe embroidered in gold. The gold imprint design of the belt and robe both suggested flames. A dark, icy interior, surrounded by flames. The ideal imagery of a Kindred soul seeking salvation.

Adam was aware that such attire was not appropriate for kine eyes. Therefore he arrived at Elysium under the Cloak of Night. The power causing pedestrians to unconsciously side step from his bath. Even the bouncer of the Nox held the rope open three seconds too long without knowing why. The sea of New Year's Eve revelers parted as Adam crossed the room to the stairs leading to the VIP area.

As he descends the stairs, Adam gets the sense of other predators present. His beast stirs. Adam reaches to adjust his tie and realizes he isn't wearing one. Reflexively, he turns his neck, tensing the undead muscles forcing his beast at bay. Half-way down, Adam lifts his Cloak, revealing himself to the Kindred below.

"Ah, Mr. Shadow." Adam acknowledges the presence of his jittery cousin. "And I couldn't help but overhear that you are Thomas Boyle of the Ventrue. I too would like to know if Mrs. York is present."

**Derek Menzies** · Dec 31st, 2018 12:40 PM

Derek stiffens as the powerful predator approaches him with extended hand. May as well be a claw to rend his guts out. The dread still lingers on his face a moment as he avoids gazing directly at the Lord.

"I, uh, um, err," he stutters, taking a moment to compose himself as one ought to do at social events such as these. He extends his own hand tentatively and grips for a brief handshake before retracting and glancing up with darting eyes. These Lords were known for doing things that could overwhelm the senses, even of other Kindred. They might be the last swirling blue orbs he might ever see again.

"Derek Mitnick of the Mekhet. Pleasure," he blurts out and a manic smile passes over his face before sinking beneath the dread once more. He turns and finds his cousin fast approaching. The question of the Seneschal seems to be on everyone's lips.

They saw you speaking with her last time, didn't they? What am I, her keeper? What does it mean that they ask me? swirl his paranoid thoughts.

"Ah, uh, no, umm, no, Mr. Exlibrist. I'm, uh, sure she's here somewhere. Among the lovely decor, ah heh heh," a forced laugh and chattering teeth. "It's actually Mitnick now. The Sheriff suggested I take on something more...uh, personalized."

Turning to Thomas Derek says, "I, uh, just arrived recently, Mr. Boyle. I've yet to meet everyone of the Domain's residents. But it's been pleasant so far. How have you found it?"

Dec 31st, 2018 02:07 PM

Atticus had no idea how to dress up. None what-so-ever. He wanted to wear a black shirt and black jeans and his standard fair boots. But the invite basically said, *Dress up or get gutted,*. So he needed to dress up. The suite was off the rack. It was so off the rack it was off the thrift shop rack. However, one of his buddy's wife was good with a needle and thread, and twenty dollars at the dry cleaner and away he goes. He's gotta admit, he looks nice. He also looks like he wants to hang himself by his necktie... because he does. He hates this shit. He wanted a carton of cigarettes, a bottle of jack daniels, and a neck gnaw on. Such is life. Well... not really. Unlife.

So here he is, leaning against a wall, cigarette, unlit, held between his teeth as he watches the room, feeling the beasts press in him from all sides. Deputy Atticus James, whip of Clan Gangrel. A guy who wanted to focus on his work. The real work, but he got jobs and jobs mean more currency, the real currency of the Kindred. He could do more work with what he was doing here. So he would continue moving forward, continuing doing the good work.

But for now... god he hated this tie...

**Alessandra** · Dec 31st, 2018 02:16 PM

She had spent quite a bit of time putting her outfit for Formal Court together. More effort then she usually did. They hadn’t had a themed Court in a while, and she wanted to have fun with it.

The dress was a sheer ice blue fabric, cut dangerously low in the front with various icy details around the edges. It was floor length and would flow around her as she walked. Now her makeup was more of a challenge, and took her a bit longer than she would have liked. But in the end? The look was worth it. Her hair had been bleached and dyed white, and she had found a head piece online. Around her eyes and collar bone were frost like objects, carefully glued into place. Her lips were a shimmering blue color.

So in walks the Prince of Sacramento. A smile on her face as she takes in the decorations, all coming together to paint a stunning picture. She was impressed and would have to make sure to pass that along to the workers. A good job deserved praise.

Dark eyes then move to those already gathered, as her Beast stirs in rage. Almost frothing at the mouth with the desire to tear apart the weaklings in its presence. The numerous new faces were noted.

Instead, she simply stands, confident and regal, far enough to observe, and far enough to someone would need to approach should they want. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to approach those talking, she just didn’t feel like it at the moment.

Dec 31st, 2018 02:20 PM

With a long sigh, the diminutive Sheriff of Sacramento exited her office. Clad in a blue dress and standing taller than normal on three-inch matching heels, but for the Beast screaming off her, Lina Moretti could have passed as human. Skin flushed with false life and the stagnation of the Beast scrubbed away from her mannerisms by Dragon science, it was as fine a disguise as she was capable of creating to move amidst the Kine. The only oddity was the knife strapped with a little belt to her hip, a clear sign of her Status as an enforcer of the Prince's Court.

Lina Moretti, PI. She's Totally Not Here to Drink Your Blood.

Moving gracefully along the back of the building, she found her way over to the perch of her newest Deputy, Atticus James . "Lookin' sharp, Deputy," she said with a flash of pearly whites. "Happy New Year. Hopefully we'll have a nice, peaceful night, hey?"

Last Court had involved an execution. Hopefully, this one wouldn't require another. Let it be a year of peace, parties, and progress in the Great Work.

Dec 31st, 2018 02:38 PM

Elle Green - Blood Potency (Obfuscated) - Presence ● (Suspicious)

All Acknowledged Kindred were expected to attend Formal Court, and so it was that the former poacher turned servant to the Prince arrived, coming shyly down the stairs. Elle Green wore a blue dress cinched with a little bow at the front, her Beast driving her toward some and away from others as she navigated her way through Court.

It had been a long time since she had been to a Court, and she was fairly sure at least a couple of the Kindred in this Domain wanted to murder her. Still, she had remarkable value to the Prince, now, so at least there was that? Giving a bow to her new Master (at least until this damn Boon was repaid), she took a seat.

(1901) Fire and Ice Formal Court

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