(2302)Formal Court

[Adeline Martin]

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.

With the permanent fixture that the chess table had become, there was yet another new item. A Steinway concert piano, its cover in an upright position, revealing stunning inner strings strings. The lid was closed on the keyboard, the bench not with it.

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 <b>1 Week</b> 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.

[Adeline Martin]

Adeline handed her small bag off to the check before slowly descending the stairs into court. She was a first amongst those acknowledged in the domain. She was excited to see everyone this evening. Finding herself looking forward to a social night with her fellow Kindred.

This night was not a costume night. She played no character but her own. She wore a long cream colored dress in duponi silk. Grecian in style, it clung to one shoulder and wrapped around her, the dress went clear to the floor, hiding even her shoes. She wore a shortened silk shrug that covered her shoulders and arms that matched the color of the dress perfectly.

She wore an onyx and diamond statement necklace and matching earrings that dropped just past her jawline. Her hair was carefully controlled in a bun at the nape of her neck. Simple. Yet extraordinarily elegant.

[Helen Kingsley]

Mandatory fun times means mandatory attendance from pretty much everyone. Any maybe a few new folks ? You never know... Still helen finds herself entering Elysium in her blue 'Elysium'-dress. As usual she doesn't stop to check anything in at the wardrobe and waits a little at the door to steel herself against what she knows is coming. Not that it ever helps, but there's something nice in rituals, right ?

As she enters, she spots only one sort of familiar face among those already in attendance. Thus, she quickly makes her way towards Adeline.

"Evening, Miss Martin, how's the capitalism ?"

[Adeline Martin]

Adeline gave a perfect curtsy, lowering her body in respect before rising with a smile to Reeve Kingsley.

"The wheels of capitalism still turn Reeve Kingsley," she assured with a chuckle. "How goes our fair domain here? All threats being systematically brought forth for our Prince's judgement," she countered, with a smile. Glancing around.

"Well it's not often I get to have a valued member of the domain all to myself!" She winked at her for good measure, looking around at the masses of Kindred that were transient or generally kept so much to themselves they were not memorable.

[Helen Kingsley]

Helen acknowledges Adeline with a nod, silently hoping that was about right.

"Some things never change, I guess. Well, I'm working on it, at least for the ones I think are worth the Prince's time, that is." A chuckle. "Well, seeing who's here and who ain't yet, looks like it pays to be early. Nice dress by the way. Made some inroads with the locals yet ?"

[Adeline Martin]

Adeline nodded with a small smile. "Good to hear!" Couldn't have miscreants running around willy nilly. It was bad for business. That brings Hunters. Not what you want.

"Thank you! I wasn't sure if it was too neutral in color, but I think it works out!" She grinned slightly. "You look nice in blue!" I mean.. she did. Of course Adeline's eyes were always trying to catch something out of the corner of her vision when looking at Helen. Like she almost saw something, but not quite.

She tilted her head one way and then the other. "Ehhh, well I am meeting with both you and Pastor Wells later in the week." See that counted!
Hopefully she would make it around to everyone, but you never knew! Some Kindred simply were that elusive!

[Conner Wells]

As Conner drops off his coat before descending into Elysium, he can't help but take a moment to look back at the busy throng upstairs. The thrumming music, the dizzying lights, the constant flow of motion between bodies and limbs amidst the voices barely audible under the nightclub ambience. It almost makes him forget the swelling hunger inside.

Almost.

His descent down into Elysium is tad quicker here, as if he's trying to escape that brief existential moment. Thankfully he sees a quick distraction in Adeline and Helen. Both dressed suitably to impress for Formal Court. For himself, Conner was in his usual blue and green colors of button-up, dress pants, and navy jacket. Anybody else might've commented on the spring colors with the seasons so close to changing. Conner knows that dress colors aren't the kind of thing Court Kindred like discussion.

"Ms. Martin; Reeve Kingsley. How goes your evenings?" ​He looks between the two Kindred, though his gaze visibly lingers on Adeline in her dress. Or at least, visibly to Kindred eyes.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

After an appropriate amount of time for the acknowledged Kindred to arrive, a luxury vehicle arrives. Liam assists Jennifer from the car. She carries the blue linen bag holding something long to the coat check. Liam has arrived shortly after Jennifer complied with Elysium law and leaves a small black case with the coat check. The two descend into Elysium proper, Liam walking three steps behind Jennifer.

Jennifer has taken her friend's advice on attire. She is dressed a bit more daring, showing more skin. One shoulder and that part of her neck is obscured with beautiful green fabric, a design feature of the dress. Anyone peeking closer might notice flesh colored fabric covering part of Jennifer's neck.
She wore the chocolate and white diamond ring that for Jennifer, represented the coterie. The other hand was adorned with a emerald ring and a garnet bracelet, a match to two other garnet bracelets given as gifts.
Jennifer strode with confidence.
"Reeve Kingsley. " A careful nod to show respect for the Reeve.
Lesser nods for Whip Wells and Ms. Martin.
"Whip Wells. Ms. Martin.". Her voice slithering like a snake over dying autumn leaves.

Dress link:https://pin.it/5C86rDu

[Alessandra]

Seemed it was time for yet another Formal Court, how quickly time flies these nights.

Dressing up in overpriced gowns was not her idea of a good time, yet, here they were. The gown on loan from an out of country designer, she just couldn’t justify the money for a dress she’d wear once and stick in her closet. So, she reached out to borrow it instead.

It was a perfect fit, as it had been tailored to her measurements. Not that one would think measurements would matter with the style of dress, but they did. Or so she had been told.

The thing with being in her position? She didn’t have to care what anyone thought of her dress, what the color was, or any of the other petty shit that was society. It was comfortable and that was all that mattered to her.

But there would be one stark difference tonight, aside from the ring she wore, none of her tattoos were visible. Now she didn’t get rid of them, of course not, but she had hired a makeup artist to cover the ink that would normally be visible with the dress. All that showed now was pale, dead skin. This was her way of trying something new.

Walking in, Cain lead the way, she pauses in her usual spot, observing the room.

Seemed she was a bit early, as her Beast wrestled with the urge to purge the room of the weak Beasts that milled around. Now that would create a fun evening! But it unfortunately wouldn’t be tonight.

A nod of respect to Helen, the new Reeve. Then a nod of respect for Jenn, for her position as Priscus and other reasons. Otherwise then that, she was content to remain by herself.

[Albert Baker]

Another night, another Court... One of the mandatories to be precise so staying away wasn't an option. Though perhaps there might be something interesting to learn.

Al exited the wardrobe, dressed in his usual fashion (three-piece-suit (this time it was an ash grey one), his tie striped in red, blue and gold and black dress shoes, worn but very clean and very shiny. The outfit was completed by the lapel pin Jennifer had given him and the silver amulet he once received from his Sire. At the edge of the main room he noticed that there were more people present than he had expected (and he also hadn't expected the Prince and Jennifer to be there yet). Those facts (and the additional one that Her Grace had her dog with her) necessitated a longer while spent in silent prayer to not give in to his instincts and run as far away as possible.

Once done with that he began circling the room and paying his respects beginning with a deep bow for the Prince (and giving the dog a wide berth).

"Your Grace."


He then continued approaching the assembly, adding himself to it.

"Good evening, Priscus Hazelton. Mr. Wells, Mrs. Kingsley, Mrs. Martin..."