(2410)Eternal Court

[Rebecca Dawson]

Rebecca looked at Seneschal Hazelton and frowned a moment, shaking her head ‘no.’ “Unfortunately all I have is a name. I haven’t seen her nor talked to her at all.” She paused for a moment, and voiced what she felt was the obvious, “Perhaps she will resurface.” Perhaps not.


Rebecca nodded at her cousin’s compliment. “Thank you!” She noted the step towards her in kind, and Rebecca smiled and gave a tiny nod in her direction. Affirming that unified bond.
“I will make an effort to come to court well dressed, you can be sure of that.”


Rebecca grinned slightly at Marcus Roman. “Oh really? All of the Roman Empire celebrated Saturnalia with festivals and sacrifices. Now, it is still celebrated, but mainly by pagans.” She paused and arched one eyebrow. “Are your beliefs in line with the pantheon of Roman Gods and Godesses?” She asked, curiosity creeping into her tone.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

"Kindred have to make a conscience choice to be aware of scents. Due to this. I never have had a thought about such a thing." Jennifer responds.
Jennifer does not spend time on the talk of beauty. Daeva are beautiful, all Kindred already know this.
Jennifer's eyes do linger on Ms. Dawson's necklace for a moment. The talk of imagery and similiar veins in the past has led to an understanding that Ms. Dawson shares many of Jennifer's ideas on what matters.
"I do like your necklace, Ms. Dawson." Jennifer remarks.

Jennifer gives an agreeable expression. "Yes, iron sharpens iron is an idea that marches along with my thought. If Kindred cannot thrive in the Domain, then it is good to see early on. I do hope that your Clanmate is doing well."
A knowing glance to Ms. Dawson.

Jennifer was curious for Mr. Roman's response to Ms. Dawson. Brown eyes glance between the two with interest.

[Alessandra]

There had been the debate as she overlooked paperwork about walking into Court. Sometimes it was worth it, sometimes it wasn’t.

But as Prince, it was important to make her presence known and seen.

So once again, the office door was opened by Gabriel and Cain steps out, followed by Ale. Tonight, she had decided on a pants suit of sorts, comfortable suit pants with a corset style top. Over which was a jacket, she always went with comfort over anything else.

Walking to the small set of stairs, she stops, observing the room and who had decided to attend this evening. Her Beast, ever on alert, snarled and raged in her ear for her to rip off the flesh of the weakness before her. A pleasing thought, but there was no need for it tonight.

The only Kindred of note was Jennifer Hazelton , who gets a nod of respect befitting her position not only as Priscus, but Seneschal as well. The others got a once over, but nothing more. Moving down the few stairs, Cain at her side, she seats herself at one of the couches, leaning back, arms draped over the back. The Hellhound sits in front of her, his murderous gaze on the Kindred in the room, never wavering, ever on alert.

[Alicia Silvers]

Quickly finding her eyes fly upon the ripped man with a newfound piqued interest.
"Saturnalia you say? That sounds far more intriguing than the normal holidays, how will you be celebrating this festivity?"

Curious, I wonder what my little cousin might have done to have her name so often be told to me despite her constant hiding. Glad for the little nod from her cousin as she firmly places herself in position, keeping close, the optics being what really mattered for the moment, and of course her cousin would be well dressed that there was never a doubt about.
"There is little doubt within me that we shall all look forward to see what ensembles you might show us."

Turning her eyes to the Seneschal.
"Are there any local festivities within this domain throughout the year?"
Glad that the topics of interest seemed to be fueled by more than just herself as she eagerly keeps her eyes on the man and her cousin, curious to see what he might indulge into these matters as the gripping sensation to run away flashes over her. Quickly looking up and falling into a deep curtsy for the Prince, keeping herself down just a brief moment longer than expected as she wrangles to keep her own beast in control, to not flee before this sensation. Knowing better than to be the one to say the next word after such an entrance, merely careful taking in the movement and chosen placement of the woman.

[Marcus Roman]

As Ms. Dawson turned the conversation further into Saturnalia, Marcus smiled. "My beliefs are in line with the Roman Empire, so yes. I'm not really sure how active the Gods are these nights but I still like the old rituals. Saturnalia is a fantastic one mainly due to the amount of role-reversal inherent to the festival. For instance, slaves could speak to their masters however they wished without fear of reprisal during the feasts." He looked around noting that the Seneschal also seemed interested, and so the Roman continued on...



"The feasts served slaves and servants first, often by their owners and employers. Of course the pig was sacrificed or sometimes a gladiator who died in the ring was burnt on a pyre depending on where you're at on the time line of history. My favorite part was the gifts though, the more amusing and less expensive the gift the more the person you're gifting is held in esteem or care. There were entire businesses dedicated to making pottery, wax dolls, and gag gifts for the event. It also meant that if someone was of higher esteem than you, you might end up with a good bit of coin from them instead of something simple. There's a lot more to it but I have been talking for what feels like ages soo..." The gangrel trailed off unceremoniously unsure of how to really segue out of his little history rant.



Thankfully he didn't really need to segue out. As the Prince appeared much like that volcano erupting with power, the Roman bowed deeply and held it till the need to run passed. It took a moment, but as he nailed his beast back down where it came from he looked toward Ms. Silvers and her further question. "I will probably stick to the gifts at least for a few people in the Domain I've gotten to know...maybe find a good piglet for the Gods just in case they're still watching our stories unfold."

[Otto Schneider]

Late. It wasn't really accurate since Kindred freely came and went during Eternal Court, but Otto chastised himself nonetheless. As he drew closer to the VIP section of the venue, his own conscious frustration freely mingled with the Beast's predatory urgings. Thankfully it was becoming easier and easier to manage as he became familiar with the rest of the Domain. Perhaps after a few decades of exposure he wouldn't feel anything at all, save for meetings with new Kindred. Navy suit, navy tie, black shoes, gold watch. Good. When he was alive, Otto had lamented how homogenous men's business fashion had become. Now he was thankful it was so simple to remember and put together. The only other part of his wardrobe of note was the Sanctified cross-shaped pin on his breast pocket.

Initially he had just intended to show up, be seen, and do little else. There were those respected, primarily the Ventrue Priscus, but Otto didn't consider himself 'close' with anyone in Sacramento. But then, milling about, he heard Marcus's tangent about Roman paganism and he found his interest piqued. He sauntered over to the nearby assembly of vampires. "My, my... I didn't realize you worshipped with the Circle, sir." The comment was said in a playful tone. "You know, many Americans still celebrate parts of that old Roman midwinter festival. Except they call it 'Christmas' instead." His smirk twitched for a moment as his Beast recognized the Roman's more potent blood though the outward signs of the Taint passed quickly.

But very quickly the dark impulses returned with a different focus. As he drew closer he saw a new, unfamiliar face. The Beast wanted him to pounce, though he managed to keep his cool and instead politely nodded his head. "I don't believe we've met. Otto Schneider, Sanctified Priest. Oh, and don't let my comments fool you, I'm not a 'convert on pain of Final Death' type." Though he wouldn't say it out loud, the sheer volume of attractive women at Court was starting to worry him. He offered a familiar smile at Alicia before politely addressing Jennifer. "Seneschal Hazelton, good evening." He hazarded a quick glance in the Prince's direction and pointedly positioned himself so that her Ghoulified hound was out of his line of sight. That thing may actually be born of hell.

[Rebecca Dawson]

Rebecca smiled and gave a slow nod to Seneschal Hazelton. The Seneschal didn’t miss anything. “Thank you, Seneschal Hazelton.” Her gaze moved briefly over to Roman at the Seneschal’s comment and her smile stepped a notch and her gaze was drawn back to the Seneschal in that moment. She didn’t have long to think of a witty repartee when the Prince walked in.


Rebecca performed a low curtsy, and held it for longer, trying to measure the time by the beat of her own heart. The urge to flee washed over her and she was able to swallow it down. It will get easier. She rose and looked over the Prince's outfit, watching her openly for a minute taking her in, before glancing at the hell beast. She refused to refer to it as a dog. She knew better.


Rebecca looked pleased with the questions that her Cousin asked Roman. She enjoyed how she artfully showed interest and an open mind to his beliefs. She watched her, and then looked to Roman for the answers. When her Cousin mentioned looking forward to future ensembles. She grinned. “That is more than just a challenge. It may be a gauntlet.” She joked with her Cousin. There was a lot of stiff competition for being well dressed in this court.


She smiled and gave a slight nod to the information. That was what she remembered of it all. “Perhaps I could attend a festival with you? I could use a good party! I would not wish to intrude upon your private ceremonies of course!” She reassured him she wasn’t trying to snoop on his private practices, just the party part that everyone could enjoy! “I was told stories about all the agricultural Gods." She resisted the urge to feel the calouses on her hands.


Then it was like the record skipped in her head when a new beast approached. She wanted to tear him apart instantly. She smiled and nodded her head gently acknowledging him. “Good evening Mr. Schneider. I am pleased to make your acquaintance this evening. My name is Rebecca Dawson, Clan Daeva, a supplicant of the Ordo Dracul.” She chuckled softly at his joke regarding the convert of die stereotype that was frankly well earned and replied back, meeting his eyes directly and stating. “Oh don’t worry, I shan’t think about it for a second!”

[Albert Baker]

Tonight Al had decided to visit the Nox and see who happened to be there. It could be considered part of his duties after all, even if he didn't look very much forward to it at times and especially when that dog monstrosity was brought to Court. Thus he entered the building and left coat and hat at the wardrobe as usual. The next step was an extended period of meditation to combat the urge to leave the building at an undignified speed and in an undignified manner. Then he entered the main room dressed in the usual manner of dress (grey three-piece-suit [ash grey for the occasion], a red tie with narrow diagonal golden stripes and black dress shoes, very clean and very shiny. As usual he also wore the silver amulet depicting his Goddess and the lapel pin with the symbol of his Covenant.

Upon looking around he greeted the few people present with appropriate bows and nods, while trying to stay away from the canine monstrosity, moving closer to the group, once he heard talk about the Saturnalia.

"Your Grace. Lady Seneschal. Miss Silvers. Mr. Roman. Reverend. Miss."

[Jennifer Hazelton]

That powerful Beast that prowled out from the Prime Predator like a crashing wave alerted Jennifer to the arrival of the Alder Prince. The Seneschal lowered herself into a perfect curtsey, the deepest depth to demonstrate her respect. Dark brown eyes observe her Grace for a moment. The Alder Prince did not approach. Jennifer looks to those standing with her.
“Several.” Jennifer replied to the dark-haired Kindred. It was a vague question, and Jennifer responded in kind. “Sacramento has several cultural events that one can attend.”

Dark brown eyes watch Mr. Roman for a beat as he expanded on the topic of Saturnalia. It was an intriguing idea, although one that she was not educated on.
“I have not had occasion to learn of this in the past.” Jennifer declares, to politely contribute to the topic of conversation.
“Mr. Schneider.” Jennifer responds with an appropriate nod to an acknowledged member of the Domain as he approached and spoke.
Jennifer inclined her head slightly towards Ms. Dawson as an acknowledgement of her words. It was good to see someone who paid attention to the parts of the Danse that mattered.
Lady Seneschal. This address has grown on Jennifer.
“Priscus Baker.” She greets with a nod fitting an acknowledged member of Sacramento.

[Alessandra]

Dark eyes continue to watch Kindred mix and mingle, bits of conversation heard, not really paid attention to.

But as one entered the room, she noticed one thing lacking.

One. Basic. Thing.

One of the easiest things in the world. One thing expected of all.

And yet, it was lacking.

If she could sigh, she would. So much for a quiet evening. Could she ignore it? Sure, but then it sets a low standard and others would follow. And that was simply unacceptable. She expected so little.

Standing, she puts her hands in her pockets and slowly makes her way over to the group. Cain, sensing his Master wasn’t happy, was tense, followed.

A nod of respect was offered to Albert Baker , one befitting a Priscus before her dark eyes focus on the new Ventrue. Everyone else was ignored.

Walking right up to him, Cain standing between them, dark eyes fix on him, “You’ve recently been Acknowledged by Priscus Jacque correct?” she knew the answer, and didn’t wait for one, “Seems he’s either lacking in properly going over the Laws, or you did not completely hear or comprehend them. I’m not sure which yet, so I’ll either be having a conversation with him on his poor communication skills, or you’ll have rectified your error before the end of evening.” Eyes studying him for a moment longer before she turns and walks back to her seat. Cain, remains standing in front of the Ventrue for three heart beats before he slowly, very slowly walks back to Ale. He seats himself close to her, but in such a way he can watch the Ventrue.