Jewel of the Necropolis hosts a meeting

[Jennifer Hazelton]

As per her phone call with the Mekhet Priscus, Jennifer walks up to the sparsely populated gas n' sip. Her Beast is Cloaked, as is her habit. Her ghoul, Liam, is dressed casually in street clothes. He wisely abides by all laws of Sacramento tonight, bringing only his knives and talents. He waits quietly in the more lit area, watching the opposite side as Jennifer. Jennifer is wearing a longer coat to conceal the outfit that she is wearing, something that she shall be comfortable in within the Necropolis. Broken in walking shoes in black and grey are on her feet, prepared for the short walk to the Necropolis. The best way she felt to secure the location...

She stands within the shadows and waits for Quinn Durant , Maeve and Conner Wells
No doubt, @Connor O'Brien, Bellemy and Helen Kingsley were gathering at the Caldarium, or perhaps deigning to walk with the Mekhet and Jennifer.

OOC

I plan on having Jennifer wait here to meet up with the Mekhet, then they will walk to the site. Tomorrow I will post having them arrive at the Necropolis

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn's heels mad dull sounds on the pavement as she approached on foot the gas n' sip. The Priscus of Shadows was dressed in a lovely black top with sheer long sleeves featuring a black polkadot pattern, and a pair of leather lace up pants made of smooth and supple looking leather. She wore heels, but a thick heel that she could put all of her weight down upon, and still give Quinn a 3inch lift in height.

Quinn wore a ring on her right hand this evening. It was a Claddagh ring, in white gold, with three sapphires in a caged heart, with the heart pointing towards Quinn's body. As well as a gorgeous tanzanite tennis bracelet on her left wrist.

As Quinn approached Jennifer she found a smile forming on her lips. "Good evening. I have been anticipating this evening since we spoke. I hope you are well?"

[Conner Wells]

Conner, following Quinn's directions, arrives at the agreed meeting place. He's not armed, but he wears his jacket for concealment and some protection. The darker part of the Shadow Pastor squirmed with anticipation at the opportunity of secrets and hidden knowledge. You should lay waste their hidden places! Leave nothing and laugh over the Haunt's broken stronghold. This is their home; and this is about making allies. Imagine what this could mean should we have to content with the other Clans. The predator's desire for retributive conquest subsides as it contemplates the idea: the Nosferatu lacked political power but they made up for it with sheer numbers. And even the imperious Ventrue couldn't talk down whole hordes.

He approaches the gas station with counterfeit life awakened; an act of subtle defiance, or protection against human suspicion? Let the wary judge for themselves. His keen eyes recognize Jennifer and Quinn, and he gives both a low nod of respect to the twin Priscii. "Priscus Hazelton, Priscus Durant. Thanks to both of you for arranging this event." There's a brief pang of worry when he fails to detect Maeve, but maybe she's just running a bit behind. Quinn's rose-tinted skin is a surprise to Conner, but perhaps she wanted to show some additional color to make her intensions more clear. A diplomatic show of trust. "I trust your Clan has been doing well?" He asks Priscus Hazelton, genuinely eager to know how the Clan had handled the months since Kowalsic's exile.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer noticed the two Mekhet approach the gas n' sip. The Nosferatu took a moment to infuse her skin with stolen blood, to hide her nature. She remains in the shadows, inviting the other two over with an inviting hand gesture. Jennifer looked over Quinn at her approach, noting the accessories with a knowing look. Jennifer appears to be keeping her accessories under wraps at the moment. Even her scarf is a trendy, chunky hand knit sort that completely obscurred her neck.
"Good evening, madam. I have been looking forward to this as well." She replied with sincerity.

She gives Conner a straight forward look. She took a moment to raise her eyebrows to indicated incredulity. The Kindred then turns, looking around the parking lot and the darkness around them. Checking for anyone who may have approached, unheard and unseen, during the greetings.

4 successes

Date	Action	Roll	Result
2021-10-20 19:43:52	Jennifer Hazelton rolls 6 to Wits + Composure (10 Again)	8, 6, 3, 9, 8, 8	4 successes

"Mr. Conner." She greets. "Please feel free to call me Jennifer out here in the open, as we are. My Family,"
She emphasized. " - are doing well. Thank you for inquiring."

Dark brown eyes look between the two Mekhet. "And you two, have you been well since we spoke last? I trust that Maeve is coming tonight."

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Liam is left at the meeting site with a description of the blue haired Mekhet and specific instructions on how to bring her to the ‘home’, and which door to use,
After inviting the Mekhet to join her, Jennifer strides down the cracked sidewalks. She leads the Mekhet with her. Jennifer walks into a neignorhood of forgottten houses, with overgrown lawns. An abandoned feeling holds over the neighborhood.
Jennifer confidently strides to one such house, the aboveground entrance to the Necropolis. The paint is peeled, the shingles are falling off, but inside is a slightly different story. The house is worn, but occasionally cleaned and taken care of. The Priscus had increased security over the last few months to discourage unwanted visitors.
The Family who dwelled here are likely already waiting in the Necropolis.

“I do remind you not to tell anyone about this entrance, or share the location of our Haven, for any reason. Or any details and specifics of our Haven.” Jennifer's Cursed voice sneaks over decaying leaves, somber. This was quite a level of trust the Nosferatu were taking.

Jennifer strides with confidence towards the shadowed corner, carefully hidden with angles. Here is a door, clean, with a heavy padlock. She pulls out a key from around her neck and unlocks the door. The key is carefully secured before Jennifer continues.
She opens the door, picks up an electric torch from a few kept by the door. She leads the way down, down, down. Down into the Deep.
On the landing, a gesture to the seating area that the steps lead to.
“A place to sit and converse. Follow me, please.”

The seating area is well appointed with a bar in the corner, complete with two bar stools. In her mind, a place for ghouls to sit until called. There are several plush arm chairs and loveseats arranged for easy conversation. Two of the chairs are giant – sized, likely bringing Alexander Moore to mind. Here, there are entrances to dark, forbidding looking Catacombs beside the Caldarium. The seating area is directly across a hall to the Caldarium.
“I want to make you aware of another rule – do not wander off.” She states firmly. “The Catacombs may envelop you… who knows when anyone will see you, ever again.”
Now, sure steps lead her to the Caldarium. “The lights are electric. Come in and take your ease inside the jewel of the Necropolis: the Caldarium. This shall function as Elysium.”

She says to the Kindred behind her as she leads the way into the bathhouse. The electric lights in the bathhouse are set for a certain mood: soft and dreamlike. There are concrete benches for one to sit on.
There is a deep pool, its own pool lights calm and steady.
Jennifer has chosen a seat near a pool, with space for others to spread out nearby around her. Jennifer sits on one of the concrete benches, toeing off her walking shoes. She begins to remove the pins from the scarf wound around her neck and shoulders.

OOC

Pictures of the Caldarium
http://nwod.org/wiki/index.php/Necropolis_of_Sacramento

I know that I doule posted. Apologies. I wanted to set up to where everyone can post into the scene, and bring the group together.

[Bellemy]

Bellemy was waiting impaitently in the Caldarium. A nervous flutter of emotion roiling internally. Thoughts of invasion of the only truly safe place in the city pounding the beast into snarling anger. The haunt was the master of the beast and so was able to cage and temper it.

Bellemy sat on a bench against the wall. The Cosckcomb chose fine black slacks and a black button up shirt which seemed put of place in the bathhouse.

At last Jennifer entered leading the expected guests and with their arrival Bellemy stood. "Priscus Durant." Bellemy said with a Formal bow of greeting. "It is so very nice to see you again." it was a less formal greeting then the haunt would give the head of a clan at court but this was Bellemy's home and that made them equals of a sort. At least for the moment.

"Mr. Wells." Bellemy greeted this time with a nod fr the shoulders. "Enter and be welcome."

[Connor OBrien]

Connor finds himself leaning against the entrance to the Caldarium, flipping a coin to give himself something to occupy his mind, when he hears the click, click, click of heels on the concrete stairs leading down to the Necropolis. He catches the coin and pockets it as he stands straight, smoothing any wrinkles on his suit and willing his blood to give color to his flesh and light to his eyes. He opts for green both for his clan color, and to add a little extra color to the room overall. He chose to be slightly more casual by forgoing the tie and leaving the first 2 buttons unbuttoned. Comfort and style in one.

He watches the stairs and gives a bow as the Priscus and their guests enter the familial home. "Priscus," he says, his eyes on Jennifer, "welcome home." He then turns his attention to Conner, going slightly out of order, but with a purpose. "Pastor Wells, Welcome to the Jewel of the Necropolis of Sacramento. I hope you find that it exceeds expectations." Then it was time for Quinn. His eyes linger on her for a moment before he addresses her directly. "Quinn," he says, with neither discomfort nor hesitation, "welcome, I'm glad you took up the Priscus' invitation."

[Helen Kingsley]

Helen has gone for the casual veryday look tonight, seeing as this is basically a semi-formal venue in her mind and she only has one sunday dress anyway... Easy decision ! Thus, after she's put a few things straight downstairs, she's taken up a seat in the Caldarium and waits for the party to come to them. Which it does, expectedly. Although it is more than expcted, the arrival of Jennifer and the guests does send a strong invitation to leave the room for the time being. Quickly,or better, instantly. One of the big hassles, not even being prepared to the best helps. Still, she forces herself to focus on not going through with that and remaining, although she also rises when the group enters.

"Good evening, Priscus Durant." A small bow, followed by a nod for Quinn's companion. "Evening, Mr Wells. Welcome to Haunt Central."

Easy as that, no need to pack a big package to throw onto the heap of other big packages.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

"Bellemy. Connor. Helen." There's a warmth to her voice as she greets the nosferatu, who bravely accept visitors. Her eyes flick to Connor and then her eyes move to Priscus Durant. She looks between Bellemy and Connor.
"I'm glad that you are here."

The colorful black, white and green print scarf is removed and draped over her leg. A loose, white linen cloth is underneath. Still covering the majority of the left side of her neck. Yet a bit of shoulder, gnarled with scar tissue, is visible underneath the fabric.
Glass head pins- old, expensive known for historical costumers- are pinned carefully along the edge of the removed scarf.

The Priscus looks to the quiet Shadows at the door to the Caldarium.
Are you well this evening?"

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn nodded in understanding to the instructions given to her by Priscus Hazelton. She understood the gravity of this invitation, but she slightly wondered if Conner did.

"It is beautiful Priscus Hazelton," Quinn said softly, and she nodded in assurance. Truth, it was a hell of a lot more welcoming to the Shadow than Elysium. The deep shadows, and the flickering of the water in the electric lights was soothing. It reminded Quinn a lot of her quiet room at home. The underground location made her feel safe. The sun was no friend to the clan of darkness.

Quinn grinned at Bellamy and returned her address nodding her head in return. The feeling of dread hit her like a freight train. She just didn't want to be around her, something Quinn tempered with reality. As she did with most haunts, she focused on one thing narrowly, and kept reinforcing it as she conversed.

"Thank you for the welcome! It is nice to see you again as well, and such an intimate gathering. What a wonderful way to get to know each other." She said with a ring of warmth in her tone.

Then Connor. Quinn's gaze lingered over him a bit longer than anyone else other than perhaps Jennifer herself. His use of intimate address mirrored in her own hello. She didn't use his title either. "Good evening Connor, and thank you for such a warm welcome for my clan." Quinn's gaze was suddenly caught at his throat, and the two buttons. She was entirely certain that she would go nuts to observe that idiosyncrasy in his dress all evening. There was another side to that fascination, but she quickly stifled the emotion.

"Good evening, Ms. Kingsley. It is nice to visit your home. Thank you for your presence this evening." She gave her a once over, and resisted the urge to bare her fangs and chase her all over the damn place. The urge to give chase was strong, but Quinn was the master of her beast, not the other way around.

Quinn mingled with Jennifer's family, eager to meet and greet. She grinned at Jennifer and nodded. "I am well. I have been busy working on a piece of deeper understanding into the nature of using Auspex. Truth be told its leaving me with more questions than answers, but I suppose that's normal at this stage."