(2304)Eternal 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.

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.

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.

[Helen Kingsley]

Helen hasn't missed court, really, but it doesn't feel right to abstain for too long. Thus, she has dug out her blue dress and made her way to Nox to see who's about this time. As she arrives, though, there is little but the usual faceless masses milling about, no holder of office or kindred of note. Eh, isn#t the first time, won't be the last.

As is, she makes a round, sees if she can really find no-one noteworthy and settles down at the chess table for now, shooting the occaional glance to Milton's boat. Because why not ? It is a nice boat, after all...

[Raul]

Raúl makes his way down into Elysia, taking his descent slow and careful as he looks around the area. He's dressed in a pair of dark khaki pants, boots, and a green dress shirt with a red shirt peaking out under the collar. He looks around and stiffens slightly as he spots Helen, his Beast growling for some savagery. He quiets that growl as he finishes the final steps down into the Court. He lowers his head in a bow of acknowledgement when and if Helen looks towards him and he begins his own circuit of the room before finally making his way towards the chess table as well. "Evening."

[Helen Kingsley]

Helen stays at her place, even if some part of her doesn't want to. Too bad you never get used to that sort of stuff... She answers the nod with one of her own. New guy, huh ?

"Evening. You play or just feeling chatty ?"

Maybe he does, maybe he doesn't, but then, most of what he can do involves getting a seat, so she moves the chair toward him with her foot.

"Have a seat if you want."

[Raul]

Raúl looks at the chair as it's pushed out towards him and he nods once. "Maybe a bit of both," he says before slipping into the offered seat and sitting across from the Haunt.

"I'm fairly recently arrived in town. Raúl Domínguez, Gangrel, Ordo Dracul. A pleasure to meet you..." he says, letting her finish the sentence.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer strode to the coat check and waited as Liam checked in a blue linen wrapped package and their coats. Jennifer walked with lady - like grace down to Elysium proper, her ghoul walking two steps behind her. Tonight she wore a black couture gown that was cut modestly in the front, with cut outs in the back. A black silk scarf was carefulling folded over one side of her neck and pinned in place with a diamond and emerald spider brooch. Jennifer wore her rings that may be considered signature at this point: the emerald ring and the chocolate diamond and white diamond ring. Jennifer was Blushed. Her Beast was masked as she looked over the Elysium. Her own Beast snarled in it's cage beneath her rib cage, yet she alllowed it to snarl for a moment. Then she quelled it. Seeing only one Kindred of note and a newcomer, Jennifer gave a signifignant nod to the Reeve.

She walked closer to join Helen and the unknown Kindred. "Reeve Kingsley." She greeted, her brown eyes flicking to the stranger. Her voice was Cursed, slithering and coiling like a serpent. "Good evening."

[Helen Kingsley]

"Helen Kingsley, Nosferatu. I'm the local Reeve. So yeah, I got your letter, nice to finally have a face to the words. I'm also the local Carthian Movement, once in a while somebody cares about that a little, too."

She interrupts herself to get up and resectfully greet the Seneshal. "Good evening Seneshal Hazelton. How are you ?"

[Raul]

The Savage stands when the Haunt does, giving a respectful bow to the Seneschal. "Good evening, Seneschal Hazelton. I pleasure to see you again. I'm not sure if we were ever formally introduced. I am Raúl Domínguez, of Clan Gangrel, Ordo Dracul," he says with a soft smile as he straightens back up beside the two Haunts.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Courtesy was returned as Jennifer acknowledges the Reeve's respectful greeting with a nod. "Yes, I have been well. Settling into the job responsibilities. Thank you for asking. It is good to see you, Reeve Kingsley. I hope that you have been well since we last spoke?"
The Nosferatu's voice slithers like a serpent, every word affected by the Curse. The two Nosferatu did see each other often, with a shared haven and hosting meetings with others.
A look to Mr. Dominguez. "Well met, Mr. Domínguez. If one were to write a formal letter, I would prefer to be addressed as Seneschal Hazelton, Priscus of the Nosferatu and Lady Notary of the First Estate."

Jennifer was careful to give her complete title, to avoid any messy accidents in the future. The look stretched a moment as Jennifer recalled seeing Raul in Elysium before. Jennifer was comfortable with the silence as she recalls every little nuance of Raul's behavior that night. "A member of the Ordul Dracul. I have not spoken in length with a member of the Dracul since the past leader, my friend, departed the Domain. You are aware of your contact person in the Covenant?"

[Albert Baker]

Another night, another Court to attend. Al entered the Nox and left coat and hat at the wardrobe as usual, clad in the usual attire of a grey three-piece-suit (ash grey tonight) in combination with a blue tie with two red stripes, his silver amulet of his goddess and the lapel pin Jennifer had gifted him with. The finishing touches were (as usual) black Oxfords, very clean and very shiny) and his briefcase. At the door to the main room he stopped upon noticing the urge to run fast and wide, which he quieted with a prayer before walking on. Approaching the group at the chess table he greeted the assembly with appropriate bows and a nod.

"Seneschal. Reeve. Sir. Good evening."