*Ciara put the finishing touches on the large conference table and chairs set up in the spare meeting rooms underneath the Avalon club. She had put up signs directing all those interested in the meeting to appropriate place, while asking all those with other Court business to seek out Senechal Staley a few doors down. She wasn't sure how many to expect; and the Movement were sadly lacking in secure places to meet. So she had decided to clear out the Court; trusting that few would be bold enough to risk the Keeper's displeasure by interrupting the meeting.
She runs a fingertip over the top of the polished wooden surface, checking for dust before fiddling with one of the high back chairs spaced around the table. Nervous habit really, but the thin Ventrue needed something to keep her mind busy until the others began to arrive.*