The Temple was dark tonight. More so than usual, with all the candles extinguished. The only source of light came from sixteen electroluminescent wires strung from wall to floor all across the ritual room, casting pale blue illumination on the surroundings. Cleverly hidden cables connect them to a piano, situated in the room's far corner, where shadows obscure it almost completely.
Each and every blue wire has a small note attached to it - the handwriting says 'touch me'. If struck, the electric currents will trigger the piano's keyes, and part of a melody will be heard. Strike another wire, and you'll hear further beats. All together, the guests have a chance of turning the Temple into one massive instrument. To keep their interest, the pre-programmed pieces change over time, starting with Beethoven, then onto Chopin, Ravel, Prokofiev,and Duke Ellington, taking turns every hour.
But music is not the only thing coloring the night of Court. Haunting silhouettes stare at the gathered Kindred from walls, their contours made ethereal in the blue light. Above the main door, a gaping maw, long and bubbling dark red tongue stretching out as frail and weak beings outlined in black struggled to climb in, dark shadows of buildings in the background. Near it, a small brass plaque reads 'Running, Running'
On a wall to the right, a demonic horse, veins and black sinew twisting together, rows of sharp rotten teeth in place of a normal mouth. Upon the horse, a figure was attached - a woman, human and pale, thin and sickly, her legs connected to the horse where she would remain forever. And in her arms, the image of a child - alive and free from the prison its mother was now bound to, and with a future bright - even as blackened trees collapsed around them. A symbol of a cycle so far unending. The plaque near this one reads 'All'.
To the left, a ship floating over a wasteland with survivors on its deck - beings that resembled Kindred, now bound by something bigger than themselves. Upon the masts and hanging on the sides were symbols occult and vampiric; signs of Invictus and Lancea, Crone and Ordo... and Carthian. All unified on one vessel, combined into something that would survive this bleak future. A symbol of unity among the ruins of the past. 'In Darkness', informs a piece of brass.
All plaques have one thing in common - an engraved inscription 'By Seth Kind, master painter; 2019. The Circle's gratitude is with him'.
The Temple smells slightly of lilac and gooseberry. It is ready for the grand opening.
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 Courtis open once more...Please remember thatPredator's Taint is in effectand role-play is expected, or rolls will be asked for!Acknowledged
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