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Regina gives a bow to the Seneschal, mentalling willing her beast to quiet down. This is not the time or place to act foolish, and Invictus do not act foolish.
"Good evening Madam Nidra." she nods her head at the lower ranked woman. "Not quite as...austere as I had expected it to be. Very businesslike."
Mel
He tugged at his jacket, wondering for the fifth or so time what sort of pleasure mortals got from dressing so uncomfortably. After all, what 'looked good' was all about perception. Seemed to him that dressing all stuffily and being so 'straight and narrow' was less about looking nice and more about someone trying to shove some ill-contrived sense of propriety down his throat.
Or someone trying to control him, which he considered much, much worse.
....That sounds like some Carthian, which means it's not his opinion, but the memory of someone else his sire has tasted, and subsequently stored the memory inside of him because he had no more use for it.
That thought would likely confuse someone who isn't a Keeper.
Tonight,he was a different Kindred than when he'd met the Prince though. A three-pieced suit in black (without the tie, because he felt confined and choked of life when he wore one) and his hair trimmed neatly. Tonight, he'd not dressed himself, and anyone who knew him would see that.
Not that many Kindred here knew him. In fact, he'd be shocked if any did.
He hoped, however, that he wouldn't get bombarded tonight by The Others. If what he'd heard about what had happened in this city recently were true, it could be a terrible night.
Or at the very least, a distracting one.
~Silly Mel...attending Court in Avalon. It's going to drive you mad.~
He scrunched his nose, waving It away. "Have to go to Court. At least the first one." And for all his seeming propriety, he was still 'odd'.
Then again, he'd been 'odd' since they'd arrived.
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Heathcliff had watched the news earlier with his jaw open in pants-dampening terror as a pretty blonde woman describes the scene he left at the Happy Pony. As he came to grips with his newfound infamy, he remembered that there was a Court, and that it was Mandatory. He nearly fainted from nerves.
He thought about escaping. Now, that's not right. He yearned to escape. He could be in Mexico in a matter of hours, then keep driving further south, until he could no longer feel the Hounds at his heels. Damn it, why did he go out to Avalon that night? With the disease taking many victims from among the city's Kindred, no one would have expected to see him again.
But he couldn't leave Rachel behind. Without her, this life, unlife, whatever it was, wasn't worth it. He might as well as stake himself in the heart as leave his daughter to a city full of vampires.
So he enters the Sterling Hotel, wearing an economical, unremarkable gray suit, and does his best to look nonchalant, or at least not shake visibly. He had considered Obfuscating a weapon, but decided if all eyes turned on him as suspect, a knife wasn't going to be of any help.
Heathcliff is much too anxious to feel disappointment at Mariel's current absence, but he certainly doesn't want to stand around by himself. He sees Dr. Lazarus and makes a beeline for him.
"Hello again, Doctor. I apologize I haven't yet had time to come by the hospital, but I fully intend to do so soon. Have you made much progress?"
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~Sean O'Neill~
Sean comes busting into the hotel, glaring at guests and baring his teeth. He's wearing camouflage cargo shorts and a stained white t-shirt - one of those joke shirts that are meant to look like a tuxedo on the front. He eventually finds his way back to the ballroom where he looks lustily at Olivette before going inside.
Looking around he finds he recognizes only a couple of faces there. There are some powerful blood sucking freaks around here tonight, like the chick with the scarf over her eyes for one. Sean feels the urge to bolt, for just one second. He pops himself in the side of the head a couple of times with a clenched fist and the urge subsides. He saunters through the room, moving up beside Taylor.
"Heya, Tayter Tot. Looks like there's a Prince after all, doesn't it?"
He nods, winks, and waves at Regina when he catches sight of her across the room.
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Circe would have preferred to attend this function in her ceremonial robes and carrying the staff which symbolilzed her status within the Circle of the Crone, but the location for this Elysium was a very public one, and though she could have easily hidden those symbols of status from mortal eyes, it would have taken a bothersome amount of effort to keep them from showing up on the hotel security tapes. She knew the likelihood of anyone looking at the tapes of any given evening were very small, but she hadn't yet had any opportunity to gauge this domain's Prince or his attitudes toward such things. Besides that, the fact that such a large percentage of the domain's Kindred had recently been destroyed by some still-unknown force or enemy provided sound reason for greater-than-average attention being given to security matters.
Thus, she dressed in a simple but elegant manner: Black suit jacket, black mid-thigh length skirt, black stockings, black heels and blood red blouse, with the first few buttons undone. In addition to her usual silver moon earrings, she wore a silver necklace with a silver-on-onyx pendant depicting the symbol for the Circle that was most commonly used in these parts. She did wear a single weapon - a knife with an obsidian blade - magically concealed on her person, looped at her belt, but that wasn't the sort of thing likely to draw too much attention even if someone did happen to look at the tapes later. It served a ceremonial as well as a functional purpose, and should this particular prince take issues with weapons being worn at Elysium, it was easily enough turned over to the reeve or holder of whatever equivalent position was recognized in this domain.
Upon arriving, she seated herself and took the time to take the measure of the other Kindred of the Domain. So far as she could determine, her blood was as strong as that of anyone here. Using her Auspex to listen in on conversations, she was able to determine that relatively few of these kindred had been here long.
Dr. Lazarus slowly moved his head to look at Heathcliff in order to acknowledge his presence. His hand tapped the surface of the briefcase. "Progress has been made. I will be showing the Prince what I've discovered this evening."
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Finally, a recognizable face! Taylor sees Sean as he approaches and starts toward him in order to meet halfway. "Heh, yeah I guess it does. Any idea who it is?"
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"Some Invictus mucker, if Miss Pia had it right. I guess we'll see, huh? I can't wait." He sounds a good bit less than sincere.
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Mariel arrives in a stunning black silk chiffon evening gown. The backless gown has a twisted halter bodice that fully exposes her creamy skin in a provocative line reaching from her throat all the way down to her waist. The waistline is beaded heavily in red and black and cinches her in tightly. The skirt of the dress is pleated in a Grecian style, falling gracefully over the curve of her hips.
Her only jewelry is a beautiful rosary which she has fastened around her neck. At the base of the rosary is a cross with the Lancea Sanctum symbol engraved upon it. The bottom of the cross rests firmly in her cleavage.
Her hair is upswept in an elaborate style, with tendrils of red hair curling down in front of her pixie-like ears. Her shoes are a Manolo Blahnik creation, with extremely high spike heels, done up in babysoft black leather with red leather laced ties.
She enters the room and pauses, looking around at the Kindred community at court. She sees Circe and Heathcliff, but stands aloof, making a silent statement before she enters deeper into the room.
Mariel spots someone with a clerical collar and heads his way.
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Lori storms in wearing a used, pink, bride's maid dress. Its puffy skirts drag the ground and are torn and dirty. The lacy sleeves hang off her muscular shoulders and a large, droopy, pink ribbon adorns the breast of the dress. Her hair is a greasy uncared for spiked up mess and she wears bright red lipstick with heavy mascara. When she gets to the ballroom she immediately notices Sean and walks over to him and punches him in the arm, hard. "Hey asshole, what'd I miss?" She scans the others an unsure look on her over-pierced face.
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Sean grins at Lori's sudden appearance, punching her back in the shoulder. Then rubbing the spot where she'd hit him. "Hey, bitch. You should have seen it, the Prince came out and he was a fucking unicorn. It was magical."
"Hey Taylor. Meet Lori. Lori, this is Taylor. Remember the Haunt I was telling you about?"
He looks at Taylor and winks "Nothin, bad. Honest."
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