2203 Eternal Court

[Seryna]

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.
Towards the center of the room, a table was placed and roped off that was decorated in similar black and gold runners. Upon it was a model ship, roughly two and a half feet long with two sets of oars on each side- a Bireme.
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

Eternal Court is not a singular event. Always open and in constant motion, a compression of the comings and goings of Kindred within Elysium throughout the nights. As such, Eternal Court is also never truly empty; this can include 'faceless masses' of Kindred beneath notice, ghouls, herd members, devotees, or even officials in their offices.

[Conner Wells]

In a rare turn of events, Conner finds himself the first to cross Elysium's threshold that night...

In an odder turn of events, he's actually glad to be there. After a long several nights of writing and reading, reading and writing, the Shadow needed some press of social interaction. And the predator needed the internal validation of fight or flight that he couldn't get from the mundane crowd.

His coat left upstairs, he wanders in twisting the Covenant ring on his finger. He steps off to the side of the Bireme, though he does take in the model ship from a distance. I wonder what councils of war have been held here in the past? Better they stay in the past. Let the peace last while the Lancea builds its strength and the other groups wax and wane.

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn entered the Nox in something a little different than she had previously worn before. Informal court was here, and finding clothing that hid weapons was harder than you may think. Now she could be blunt about it and just wear it all out there, but in Quinn’s estimation, if you could keep that as a surprise, it was better that way. Shadows were gunna shadow.


Quinn’s smile lit all the way to her eyes seeing the blood of her blood first thing as her black ballet flats hit the polished floors of court. “Good evening Cousin,” she said softly, feeling the quiet hum of the place absent from the din of the formal court. It made her lower her already soft voice just a touch further. He was just the distracting conversation she needed right now. There were things that were playing out relentlessly in her head. Ugh.

[Connor OBrien]

There were other places the Haunt would rather be, other tasks he'd rather be doing, but refusing to attend court would look bad and he couldn't have that. Before entering, Connor looked at the engraving of the pocket watch Quinn had given him; 'All things in their own time.' Thoughts raced through his mind and he slipped the watch back into the pocket of his charcoal suit. With an audible sigh, he entered the building. No sense in delaying the inevitable. Like usual, he wasn't set upon by an onslaught of predatory auras as he stowed his knife at the coat check, unlike usual however, he wasn't the first Kindred of note present. No, tonight two others had arrived before him; The Priest and the Reeve.

A bow befitting her station was offered to Quinn and a nod of respect was offered to the Priest; after all, he was the head of the Lancea Sanctum... if only by default. . His face held none of his usual feigned smiles or smirks; tonight, for some reason, was all business. "Good evening Reeve Durant, Pastor Wells. I trust your nights have been well so far?"

[R Quartermain]

The soldier steeled his back against the depravations of the Beast as he pushed open the doors to the Elysium and stepped through. As before, he’d taken careful steps with his appearance to make no overt show of any message aside from his loyalty to the First Estate and his heritage in the purple and gold cufflinks and tie. He resisted the urge to smile – the city had once again opened his arms to him and he felt the thrum of vitae through his body like a living thing.

Introductions had been made, and he was beginning to understand the players of the game, even if the particulars of the Sacramento Domain yet remained much a mystery and more. Still, the ritual must remain, Elysium must be honored, Court must be attended. Those were the laws carved into the stone of his mind and the bedrock of his belief in the Invictus.

He paused, nodding to the Reeve and to Connor, his expression a clear request if he might join them.

[Conner Wells]

There's the hackles on the back of his spine, that rattling nervousness not common to recognizing a fellow monster in the room. O'Brien. Conner shares a nod with the Nosferatu Whip. "Whip O'Brien, greetings. And yes, they have been well. Thank you." Something about O'Brien's expression reads different; something more focused. A good thing? Not likely. Best be on guard.

Then there's the more overt pulsing presence of someone else. But someone newer. Conner looks up to Quartermain and sees the Ventrue's interest in joining the conversation. GrrrrrNO! Why? Why is he here? How dare he deign to walk with us?Conner doesn't like that, it's been a while since he'd had that feral a response. But he smiles to Quartermain and looks to Quinn, leaving it up to her if the newcomer can join their circle. Surrendering the decision to his Priscus, their Reeve, as he revels in that power.

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn nodded to Connor as he entered Elysium, her gaze lingering for a few moments on his face, before she looked away to Conner as they exchanged pleasantries. "Yes Whip OBrien, the evening is going well. I have been made aware of more unrest in the region, however; so one has to wonder at their luck as of late."

Another beast approaches, and this one she can feel. She steels herself against the sensation of wanting to give chase, and leading the charge. Wouldn't that just be funny now? Losing your shit in Elysium? Wouldn't it be fun for some sport? She may have thought these things briefly, but it never came to an action. Quinn ruled the beast, not the other way around. She had little to fear regarding losing her control. Others...well. She couldn't speak for them.

She nodded back to Mr. Quartermain, letting him know if he wished to approach, to join them, he would be welcome. "Good evening Mr. Quartermain. I hope you are well this evening?"

[Jacque]

The Lord found himself arriving at Elysium, dressed as usual with suit pants and a vest. His wrists were adorned with cuff links and his typical Rolex.

Passing the coat check, his eyes were drawn to Quartermain- one of the few beasts not masked presently. Pushing his own back, he took a moment to nod to Quinn to acknowledge her standing in the room. With that, the Lord wandered past the Bireme and to one of the plush couches in the sitting area. For now he was content to observe the faceless masses and not interrupt conversations in progress.

It was a quiet night, and the Lord had come to appreciate their rarity.

[Albert Baker]

Albert passed the doors of Elysium in the hope of some people being there to talk with. There were nights, when he needed to be around others and the books and records wouldn't do. Thus he had decided to spend the night at the Nox. After leaving coat and hat at the wardrobe he took a step into the main room... and promptly stepped out again, overwhelmed by the presences, but leaving a faint whiff of incense in the room.

It took a while to regain his compoure, then he re-entered the room in a dark grey suit (a shade he used to call hun grey second empire) and a golden yellow tie. Upon reaching the group standing and conversing, he nodded to the gentlemen present and gave a bow to O'Brien, who was Whip after all and a deeper one to Quinn.

"Good evening, Priscus Durant. Gentlemen."


Not wishing to disturb or intrude on the conversation he strode to the Bireme to get a good impression of it, stopping on the way and paying respects to the Seneschal with a deeper bow.

"Good evening, Seneschal."

[William Walker]

Having surrendered his jacket to the coat check clerk William made his way into Elysium. Nothing like staring down the barrel of a loaded night he though to himself as he entered the room. A polite smile sat upon his face as he observed the room. He was looking for someone called Jacque although truth be told he had no idea what he looked like or if he would even be here. William's appearance was meticulous, there was not a hair out of place, every detail even down to the small ones were aligned perfectly, every item of clothing heavily curated and fitted.

He took a moment, overlooking those assembled, the cogs were turning in his head as he tried to figure out who to speak to. Small domain or slow night? he thought to himself. He was looking for either a Ventrue or a Harpy to point him in the right direction.