(2011) Formal Court

[Alessandra]

Eternal Court

The Nox Populi is an upscale experience that will take Sacramento nightlife to a whole new level.

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.

However 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 brown 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, but without the pulse of the 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. The furniture setting is familiar now: a set of elegant chairs, all dark wood and red leather, arranged in a circle. The baroque lighting leaves the corners of the Elysium commons in deep shadow.

And yet, there were small and subtle changes to Court.

The most noted would be the addition of a chess set in one side of the room. Set upon a deep mahogany table with two high back chairs. The set itself looked expensive and very well made.

Placed on tables here and there are various black and even a few white flowers. Positioned in such a way to highlight their beauty without being too overbearing. Most of the black flowers were more exotic in nature, some not seen very often.

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.

Formal Court has now begun...

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


You now have 1 Week to enter Court before the Doors Close.

Formal Court a specific event. Announced to the Domain, you are expected to attend or you will find your Acknowledgement revoked. After 1 Week, the doors to Court close (no new entries into the thread). Once you have left Court, you are not permitted to return. Court is never truly empty: this can include 'faceless masses' of Kindred beneath notice, ghouls, herd members, devotees, or even officials in their offices.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer arrived in a black dress that was an a line dress, a bit simpler and splendid. Those who were here a few years ago may recognize that she had worn it once to another ball. Her brown hair was straightened pin straight and half was held up with a small black silk bow. She wore a flesh colored scarf over her neck and collarbone. A second black scarf was pinned over it with her favorite spider pin of green and brown precious stones. She notes the flowers and moves closer for a second look, inspecting the blooms with care. The Nosferatu does not touch, but tilts her head and moves close to get a good look on the shade and shape of the flower. Jennifer had an interest in botany.

What message did these convey? She had chosen the roses at the Invictus meeting to portray Unity. These blooms could be saying an important, subtle message to the assembled.
Jennifer glances around, curious and searching for a few faces. Alexander Moore, her fellow Nosferatu. The new Mekhet, Maeve, and Quinn. She was curious about how they would conduct themselves.

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[Quinn Durant]

Quinn descended the staircase into Elysium slowly. With each step preparing herself for the company of her fellow Kindred. The dark passenger already pacing in its cage. Reluctance was in those hesitating steps, but also desire to be what she truly was. Loneliness drove her down into the belly of that place. To the Danse of eternity. Only other Kindred could truly understand. She was tired of playing human. Within these walls, she could be as she truly is.

Quinn was dressed in a beautiful lace dress that fit the theme to a 'T'. It was black, white, and grey, and this was a personal theme with the Shadow, the pattern was almost dizzying in its intricacy. The dress went all the way up to her neck, and was long sleeved. The hem hit her just past her knees. Shock of all shocks! Tonight Quinn wore a pair of three inch heels. Her hair was swept up in a French twist with a Eye of Horus hair pin to hold her dark strands in place. It gave a gentle reminder of Quinn's heritage. Perhaps even the answer to unasked questions. My sire would be soooo pleased..

Quinn spotted Jennifer Hazelton and smiled, finally seeing an unimpeded opportunity to speak with her. Rare moments like these should be taken full advantage of! Quinn quickly made her way over to Ms. Hazelton. Eager to speak with her now that she had the green light from Seneschal Hart. Quinn held back a little on her approach. Allowing Ms. Hazelton time to continue to admire the flowers present. Only when Ms. Hazelton looked up at Quinn did she approach a conversational distance. "Good evening, Most Gracious Lady Notary Hazelton, Priscus of Clan Nosferatu." Quinn inclined her head with respect to a Priscus of the court.

[Jacque]

Jacque made his way down the stairs with deliberate intent. Dressing to impress was the way the Lord carried himself at all times, so he made it a point to go for what he imagined would be the less popular choice- white. He still arrived with his typical accessories, amethyst cufflinks and a Rolex. A new addition to the attire was a tie bar.

Joining the gathering was a stark reminder of what he was, the beast's instincts manifesting as an ebb and flow of anger, fear as it fought for control. He surveyed the social scene and made his approach, "Lady Notary Hazelton, you look particularly stunning this evening." He offered with a bow of his head.

He nodded towards the shadow, "Miss Durant, it is nice to see you again," Longevity was often a crapshoot, but it was nice to see some stick around and participate in the formalities. "I would be remiss if I did not also compliment your commitment to the theme. It is quite striking."

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Her Beast snarled within her breast at another's approach. Jennifer soothed the Beast inside her as she turned to evaluate the newer Beast that she could not recognize immediately.

"You are too kind, Miss Durant. Good eve to you. " Jennifer said with a polite smile, her voice slithering like a snake on dying, crispy leaves.
"Have you seen these lovely flowers? I am trying to remember the last time that I saw this one of this rarity. " She asked the Mekhet, a hand gently indicating the beautiful blooms.

The Nosferatu turned at Jack's approach. Jennifer appreciated Jack obscuring his Beast. In a gathering like this, there would be many Beasts snarling.
"Mr. Jack."
Jennifer smile genuinely to the well-dressed gentleman. Her dark brown eyes move over his chosen ensemble appreciatively.

"I think I heard you comment at our Ceremony about the well - dressed ladies in attendance, yet if I may say, you have an eye for choosing an excellent ensemble."
The Nosferatu evaluated the accessories that Jack had chosen to wear, appreciating the look and of course, the message that they conveyed. Jennifer drops a tidbit in mixed company, curious if the Mekhet is as careful at gathering intel as she, herself was.

[Alice Hart]

Alice appears not from her office this time, but from the stairs, allowing for the Wraith's wrath to roll over her, seeping into her bones and warming her with it's ferver. She smirks, as she steps down into Elysium, wearing a sleek black lace number, knowing the stark white of her skin shows through the lace, altered to remove the 'flesh' toned modesty fabric on the lower half. She had a theme to keep to and she didn't want to appear lopsided, or uncaring of her appearance within this Formally called Court.

Her hair for once is put up, twisted into an elegant knot, accentuated by a tasteful jeweled floral comb.

Lyssa her ghoul follows after her, dressed appropriately to the theme, but in a more understated manner, the ghoul keeps time with her Regent, maintaining a set distance, though she is always at hand.

Alice herself nods towards the Prisci who have arrived, listening to her ghoul when she described their apparel.

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn smiled to Jacque as he joined formal court. This close she was suddenly struck with how much he looked like someone she used to know. Someone who was now ash. A particular someone whom was one of the main reasons she left her old domain for Sacramento. Her lips parted slightly as she took in his countenance. She forced herself to take him in, slowly. She let her gaze move like molasses on a cold winter night from his face that had stunned her slightly, to the rest of him. Noting every minute detail of his outfit. Amethyst. The meaning not lost on someone who moonlighted as a freaking psychic. Rolex, also obvious. The choice in tie tack. Hmmmm... interesting M'Lord.

Quinn inclined her chin respectfully to the Priscus. "Most Honorable Mr. Jack, Priscus of Clan Venture." She responded formally. "It is a pleasure to speak face to face. You are a vision of taste and class. Your reputation proceeds you."

She then turned to Lady Hazelton and smiled enough to even show a little teeth. Clearly happy to speak with her. Eager even. "I am merely giving the respect you are due Ms. Hazelton." She had of course been admiring Lady Hazelton's outfit long before Jacque made his appearance. It was the kind of fabric that would feel cool and slick against the skin. It looked lovely on her ladyship. "You look exquisite yourself your Ladyship. I am pleased for this event if only to see my fellows at the peak of their season, like roses in lush bloom it is a treat. I'm afraid we hadn't had a formal court for as long as I can remember in my last domain due to the grave unrest."

Quinn bowed to Seneschal Hart as she entered, deeply admiring her dress, and found it very clever of her...the contrast in her dress. Showing a smile of admiration towards Ms. Hart, even though she couldn't see it, she made damn sure others did. She also acknowledged her ghoul, with a little nod as well.

[Dirt Nap]

Dirt Nap enters, dressed up and looking perhaps slightly less uncomfortable then in the past when formally dressed. Slightly. Perhaps.

He nods deeply towards the Lady Jennifer and Seneschal Hart, only slightly less deeply to Jack and still respectfully towards Quinn Durant.

He drifts along, not seeking anyone out, but watchfully noting who is where and with whom.

[JC Smith]

JC descended again into the court. Hardly flashy, he wore what he could find that fit the ‘formal’ occasion. For him, that was checkered shirt and black jeans. He wore it well at least, even if the clothes themselves weren’t ostentatious.

Reaching the main area, JC suppressed a vicious sneer as the Beast tried to show its fangs when it sensed a rival in Quiin. He supposed he should be grateful so many wore a Mask but that didn’t stop the smoldering hate to try and take control. It didn’t stop the desire from manifesting to rip out Durant’s throat and spill blood all over white lace and checkered fabric.

The Gangrel, reigned in the violent parts of himself. Briefly he acknowledged Quinn before looking else where. He worked to focus on someone other than the offending timeless beauty. In turn he bowed to the blind Seneschal and the handsome Priscus of the Ventrue. All while ignoring his want to kill the new Dragon. He actually managed a smile and a nod to Dirt Nap before turning to Jennifer. So long as he focused on someone without an exposed Taint he could ignore the rage trying to build within. He bowed to the snake voiced Haunt. Head of the Nosferatu.

“Good evening, Priscus Hazelton,” he said, pushing the wrath to the back of his mind in favor for the disgust of her voice.

Outfit

[Alessandra]

The Savage had felt like dressing a bit differently than she usually did for Formals.

So she consulted someone about making her the perfect dress for the evening. Something dressy was not usually her thing, but, it could be fun for the night. Being alive as long as she had meant trying new styles when the mood hit you. Her dark hair was put into a French twist with pieces left loose. No makeup, save for her blood red lips, and her ink stood out on her pale, dead skin.

Walking into Court, she pauses, allowing the press of the weaker Beasts to wash over her. As her own struggled to free itself from its cage, demanding the flesh and blood of the weaker ones, she just pulled back on the chain that helped bind it. Violence was not needed. Yet.

A respectful nod to Alice, who was looking quite stunning. A smile to Lyssa as well, who while a Ghoul, had taken care of her friend. A nod to Jennifer and Jacque.

She took up her post, overlooking Court, not approaching anyone yet. The night was still young, and it was always fun to observe.