(2411)Formal Court

[Alicia Silvers]

Hesitating for a moment before giving the man a look.
"Very well, do me the honor of enlightening me. if it does involve my family beyond mere rumors so is it important matters that my family should be made aware of. Do you prefer to speak here or would you like to step aside to talk?" Offering a light bow of her head in accordance to his status toward the priest as he joined them. "Mr. Schneider, a pleasure to see you this evening."

Giving her cousin a look with a light grin upon her lips.
"Thank you, not really my usual style but they do fit the evening." Moving in just a little closer toward her. "Am I mistaken or do we need a private little chat?" Cocking her head with a soft smile before rapidly turning her attention over toward the approaching Priscus with a bow of her head in accordance to his status. "Mr.Baker, a pleasure. I found an intriguing thing during my studies I would love to discuss with you when you have the time."

Looking to the new seemingly rude man as he approached them, bowing her head just as much as custom dictated before him.
"Silvers, Alicia Silvers, a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Looking him over for a moment before deciding to gamble. "Are those mere words or ones of truth?"

Having little time after her words were out before feeling the building sensations, eyes drawn to the mightiest of predators she had knowingly encountered, rapidly falling down into the deepest of curtsies she could manage, and making damn certain to hold it until someone else of her status would rise first. Taking the moment to contain her beast from the various fierce beasts appearing, to still that urge to flee, this truly wasn´t like other nights.

Rising up with a light curtsy and motion of her head toward the Reeve. Yet having no time to relax before another of status and might appeared as she rises, and curtsies back down again for the Ventrue Priscus, head down making sure to note his position and status alike but not address him further.

Shifting attention with a bow of her head to the shadow.
"That is a lovely dress you are wearing."

Looking to the ripped man.
"Might I be so bold as to ask for your number?"

[Rebecca Dawson]

Priscus Baker received a nod befitting the station of a priscus. “Good evening Priscus Baker.” She intoned softly, giving him a bright smile in greeting.


To Mr. Schnider Rebecca smiled and gave him a nod befitting one acknowledged.


As Neville Godwin approached the beast lay quiet. It did not recognize Mr. Godwin as Kindred. Yet another that hid their beast. She couldn’t deny it was a relief. Being new had its disadvantages of discomfort. “Good evening Mr. Godwin.” Rebecca nodded to him to show him the respect due a member of the court. “My name is Rebecca Dawson, Clan Daeva, of the Ordo Dracul.” She paused. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”


The Prince entered and Rebecca drew into a formal curtsy, holding it until she was sure it was seen before rising. “Your grace,” she intoned softly as Prince Antinori joined the court. She smiled a bit and her eyes looked alive for a moment as her beast told her to run. She tried to pretend she was ogling her dress but really it was a momentary freeze response.


When Raul Dominguez joined the throng, Rebecca grinned, and made sure he caught her nod. “Good evening Mr. Dominguez!” She sent a salutation his way, happy to see a fellow Dragon!


Upon seeing the Reeve, she bowed to the court officer, and made a beeline for her. Mumbling apologies to those she was gathered with. She would not let another night pass, without at least paying her the respect she was due!


“Hello Reeve Kingsley, it is a pleasure to have a chance to speak with you face to face. I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind a brief conversation with me this evening?” Fortune favored the brave or so famous writers say. Rebecca’s granny always said ‘closed mouths don’t get fed.’


To Seneschal Hazelton She had bowed and quietly left the conversation, excusing herself. “I agree and will keep you informed.” All the better to make use of the gifts that Seneschal had been so kind to give to her.


And yet another joined the throng in Elysia. Rebecca, after reading the room, paid Priscus Jacque the respect he was due as Priscus, and her gaze fastened to him for a moment, the Daeva struggled to focus on her intention for the evening and not a pretty distraction that his countenance offered.


Benny got a nod befitting her station as Clan Mehket Whip. “Good evening Whp, Grey.” She made sure to send a salutation to her!


“Good evening Mr. Roman!” She paused, “Oh okay! Sure thing!” She reassured him with a smile.

[Albert Baker]

Alwanted to say something in response to Alicia, but then new people appeared and once again, greetings had to be made with the appropriate respect shown after he had been successful in meditation to not leave the room in a quite undignified manner.

"Your Grace, Reeve, Mr. Krait, Mr. Dominguez, Whip Grey, Reverend Schneider, Mr. Godwin."

Turning back to Alicia after the proper bows and nods he voiced what he had wanted to say.

"I prefer Dr. Baker personally, though it's mostly Priscus Baker, if you don't mind."

He hadn't spent years on a dissertation on Chretien de Troyes and his works for being called Mr. Baker after all. Then she mentioned she found something during studies and he smiled faintly.

"I'm all ears, as people say. I don't know whether it is within my expertise but if it is, I'm glad to help."

[Otto Schneider]

When the Prince made her presence known, Otto nearly stooped over in a show of contrition. It was perhaps a little unsightly to those nearest to him, but he continued his conversation as if nothing had happened. Obeisance should seem as natural to us as breath is to the living. He turned to meet the other Ventrue's eyes. "Mr. Waldorf, a pleasure to be formally introduced. I have actually been working to re-establish the Covenant's premise in the Domain. Moore House has been turned over to my stewardship and I intend to renovate it so that it may be suitable for Midnight Mass." There is a small measure of pride in his voice, something he can't quite cover up. Being useful to the Sanctum is evidently a reward in and of itself.

As other Kindred filter in, the Reverend returns the appropriate gestures of respect. Nods and bows where needed, nobody is intentionally slighted this evening. He turned back to Vincenzo and Waldorf. "Did I hear you correctly, that you were discussing Priscus Carmen?" He winced as the question escaped his lips and he heard Ms. Silvers pointedly confirm his suspicions. "Legate Vincenzo, I can at least attest that Ms. Silvers puts the good of the Domain before herself. I believe she is speaking earnestly when she defends her Priscus. And perhaps this discussion might be better continued to the side? Mr. Waldorf?" He gestures slightly towards a less-populated corner of the room where the group might speak with relatively less attention. It certainly wasn't private, but it wasn't where every Neonate and Ghoul could scrutinize them.

Terribly sorry to hold up the thread with a delayed response, but I've finally gotten over whatever virus had me down. Should be back to normal posting speed.

[Alessandra]

Dark eyes look over the room, watching Kindred as they entered, seeing who was present and who was not.

A nod of respect was offered to Helen as Reeve.

She picks up on a few key words from Jenn, mainly art pieces on loan. Why would one have art pieces on loan? Why not just purchases them? It was what she did, each piece she had she owned, why have art if you didn’t own it? Something to ask the haunt about, it was curious.

The appearance of Jacque was greeted with deep nod of respect. He may not be a member of the Court anymore, but she still held him in high regard.

She also picks up that the main discussion seems to focus on the lack of presence of one Daeva Priscus. Well, previous Priscus, not being here this evening forfeits that title and her Acknowledgement. But it sounded like the Daeva’s were unaware? Interesting, but, not her Clan, not her problem. And it best not become her problem.

Slowly, she makes her way down the few stairs and moves herself to the couches and sits, the train of the dress elegantly falling beside her.