(1406) Shadow Meeting

[Martha Villiers]

The Meeting Chamber at the Nox Populi is ready for guests.

Whilst awaiting the arrival of the various teams Martha has made full use of the time.

In the Meeting Chamber she's set up the three Flip-Charts showing fairly detailed maps of Sacramento.

The Meeting Chamber appears to be free from threat and is well decorated in a classic boardroom style with a large and long polished wooden table. Enough chairs around it to suit a large group and a single Flip-Chart mounted with poster sized paper stands close to the table at the end nearest the door.

This room also has a bright scent of lemons about it.

Within the Chamber and quietly conversing, tiny Martha sits with Dillon to her right.

Also on the table are tall glass tumblers for the lemonade on offer in the chilled carafe.

Recessed lamps cast a soft glow and the bright and rich scent of freshly made lemonade and squeezed lemons fills the air.

Tiny Martha is busy in the Meeting Chamber of the Avalon Elysian Field. Martha, dressed in her more familiar neat and clean Edwardian style school uniform (though her pleated skirt hangs daringly just above the knee tonight and she's wearing her C-Leg).

Each of the seating places has a yellow legal pad and two ballpoint pens associated with each.



@Erika Brady @Daniella Sage @Bigpaw @Cryotic @David Regan @Luke Caldon @Drayk Cabochard

[Cabochard]

Rina enters the Meeting Chamber, wearing her usual formal Black Book outfit, a black, tough-leather tunic with a golden Atlas pin on the left side of the chest, over a long-sleeved black shirt, with dark, comfortable-looking pants and easily-removed black heels.

She looks around, and offers a shallow bow to Martha before finding herself a place to sit in the front. She sits down, keeping her back straight, and picks up a pen, settling in to get prepared to take any notes.

[Daniella Sage]

The evening had finally arrived, the Family meeting. Extra care was given to picking the perfect dress, a dark blue suede number. Her hair was smoothed and pulled into a low, but elegant bun at the base of her neck, her eyes smoky and lips nude.

As she walks into the meeting room, her Heightened Senses were bombarded by the scent of lemons, though not unpleasant. Her eyes quickly scan who was there, and settle upon Martha, who she offers a deep bow. They then move to the presence of Dillon, which surprised her as she struggled with her Beast. The urge to flee was strong, but her will was stronger as she reminded herself and her Beast that they knew Dillon. It did little to soothe the frightened Beast, pulling and tugging at its chain. A smile and bow are offered to him as well. Friendly smiles are offered to her fellow Cousins as she makes her way to a seat.

Gracefully she sits, placing one ankle over the other and tucking them off to the side. The pen is picked up as she waits for the meeting to begin.

[Aileen McFarlane]

Aïleen was no fashionista, and her very serviceable black dress would do as fine for this occasion, as it had for many others before. Walking into the Nox, she wondered what it would be like tonight. Her latest Family meeting about a Priscus had been... memorable, alas.

As she opened the door and entered into the Meeting Chamber, Aïleen immediatly felt the familiar and powerful, barking presence of Reeve Connery's Beast, to which Sobek responded by plunging deep in the waters, away while her body remained in the vicinity. The fact that he was there was already odd in itself, and was hint enough for Aïleen to expect yet another eventful night.

Compared to his, the only other Beast that could be felt was a tiny little thing begging to be crushed, but the Supplicant's leash aptly tamed the Beast.

After a quick nod to the present company, she silently went for a free seat beside David, and smiled as she smelled the lemon around. Someday, she'd have to learn more about it.

[Dillon Connery]

The smile on Dillon's face as he converses with Martha, not quite a grin, but something that comes across just as brightly, begins to fade as Shadows trickle in. It settles on his usual friendly, lopsided smirk, and he nods to each of the other Kindred as they file in.

A wink is added for Daniella. Nothing too flirtatious, just expressing his gladness at seeing her in Sacramento again.

It feels a bit awkward sitting here for a Mekhet gathering. Obviously, he's never attended one before. Only one tiny little Beast from a tiny little woman, which causes a slight furrowing of the Reeve's brow as he reminds the hellhound who is boss. Three canine voices growl into the depths of his mind, echoing off the walls of his psyche and trying to drown out his rational thought. Protest. But reluctant obedience nevertheless.

Golden hazel eyes slide to Martha in a silent question. He's yet unsure whether she wished for him to remain for some length, or if she had simply wanted his company until the others arrived.

[Cryotic]

Another family meeting, good times. Daniel was in a mildly jovial mood tonight, mostly because he wouldn't have to wrestle with the other guy when he takes a look at other kindred. He's even in a good enough mood to slap a vest on over the usual dark blue dress shirt.

In his book, that qualified as fancy.

Then Daniel walks into the meeting chamber; One look at Dillon and the Carthian visibly tenses. Wasn't expecting the Reeve to be present. The unexpected challenge of the beast stops Daniel for a few moments longer than usual, but eventually, finally, he relaxes. Not quite in as good a mood now though.

He nods his greeting to those present, there were new faces this time around. The smell of lemons reminds the Carthian to offer a small smile to the Seneschal. Then Daniel takes a seat, eager to begin.

[Erika Brady]

Doctor Erika Brady strolls in, moments later, fully expecting to hear some quiet chattering. That: the opening statements are underway with whatever pomp and pageantry that some Invictus happening to be among them insisted upon. Her emerald green eyes are still cast down, scanning a letter which she only appears to have picked up just now.

Gone, is the frippery she adorned for her statement at Court. No soft dress with a plunging neckline, or trendy shoes. No exposed Beast pressing upon other Kindred that see her. She's only wearing enough makeup to be considered expected for a woman of her public stature among the kine. A severely cut charcoal gray business suit with a pencil skirt that is neither modest or risque, hose, and tasteful heels paint a very different picture of the Regent of Citrus Heights.

The letter is flattened against a stiff clutch in her hand. A larger one, designed to carry a tablet along with its regular contents. The Shadow is very discretely mouthing the words August Galloway when her ears realize that the meeting has not started yet.

Which is strange, because she is very much what some may consider late. And she does not lightly throw punctuality out the window. She's here, when she's here, because this is when she intends to be here.

There's a Gandalf joke in there somewhere that Erika would only utter aloud in order to confuse someone that has her pegged as the Obsolete Elder.

A second after breaching the door to the Chamber, her eyes look up from the reading and lock onto the one that doesn't belong. She pauses in her step, then continues. Though the beast wants her to flare her nostrils and bare her fangs, she hasn't the time for such nonsense. Claiming a seat by placing the clutch (now with the letter returned to its envelope and folded inside) on the table in front of it, she doesn't sit. Not yet.

"Fellow Mekhet," she says in greeting those around, before looking to the Reeve. Her eyes linger on Martha just before, making it plainly obvious that they're all aware that the Savage is here at her behest and for no other reason. He is big, he is fearsome, and yes - disgustingly pretty. A more obvious Elephant in the room there could hardly be. "Priscus Villiers; Priscus Connery."

An eyebrow arches, asking the question that no one else is asking.

[Vampire ST]

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