Dinner for the Unconquered

**Cabochard** · Aug 31st, 2014 03:07 PM

Rina nods and bows at all present, before finally taking her seat. She takes up the glass when it is brought to her, taking a moment to sniff the blood before tasting it. When she's finished checking it like this, she raises it to Harold and then tips it back, drinking it slowly rather than gulping.

It felt strange to drink like this, in front of others, as she hadn't dined like this in a long while. The last time she'd done it had been...almost a year ago. However, the taste helped chase away any misgivings and she nodded appreciatively.

Aug 31st, 2014 03:41 PM

The chair bouncing, the little jibs and jabs within the titling; it was enough to set Baldwin's teeth vaguely on edge. The formality, the structure, the order of it all - that was what brought Kindred society out of the Dark Ages. Power was the purpose of power. Those who had it, had it. Those who did not, served the powerful and in doing so, gained power. This little Danse about a dinner table meant positively nothing.

He noticed Velma Star's jab at Yuki Saito by ignoring her Title of Esteem. He noticed the Spaniard do the same, although he wondered if the other Daeva just simply didn't know any better.

He noticed the way Sage and Hazelton were both by the first seat on the left, the number two seat, having had the first taken by Lady Knight Saito.

And, to correct the order of things, he pulled the number three chair that had just been given to him by his Priscus and angled it slightly in the direction of the head of the table. Either Daniella Sage or Jennifer Hazelton could correct themselves as they saw fit.

He did not cross to the fourth seat. Instead, he simply moved one seat down to the third seat on the right, leaving the second seat on the left open and undisturbed, looking to Velma Star , then to the fourth seat, his silent compliments attached.

He saw the way the winds blew. She was a Priscus and the Harpy, sponsored by His Grace. Peter Baldwin desired certain things far more than he desired a seat two feet closer to their rotund host. She was merely Acknowledged now. That wouldn't be the case for long at all.

Having done his appropriate nodding and greetings in the appropriate order earlier, he received the greetings back with polite smiles and nods. "Good evening," he said to each, attaching their appropriate titles afterward in the formulaic way of the First Estate. He took his seat in his appropriate place, looking up the table to their host as they were formally welcomed and toasted.

His glass was raised at the appropriate time. "Thank you kindly for hosting us, Mister Thorne. It's a pleasure to be here."

A part of him hoped someone Frenzied at some insult and made a fool of themselves tonight so he could properly demonstrate what his purpose was. Something about this scenario was setting his teeth on edge.

Or maybe it was just the Menace and the press of the Beasts in the room, the tension flowing through him constantly that he couldn't escape.

Seating Arrangement - please READ

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**Jennifer Hazelton** · Aug 31st, 2014 04:50 PM

Dark brown eyes flick to the two daeva. They move back to Dame Saito and the Nosferatu offers the woman a deep head nod as she settles herself into her seat. The woman was an Oathsworn Knight; one who had detected a subtlely few had. She had Jennifer's respect.
Jennifer pauses for a mortal's breath. She and Sir Whip Baldwin had already established amongst themselves who was to sit in each seat. Jennifer saw no desire to create conflict for her coterie mate and so resmed sitting in the third set. It was farther than she intended; but in a glance at who was 'above' her; hiearchy she felt confident that all was well there.

"Lady Au Pair Sage, what a lovely gown," Jennifer complimented as she took her seat; smoothing her own skirt. As the drinks were trayed and served, Jennifer surveys the tray for a moment. The Nosferatu accepts a flute and delicately swirls the liquid. As the host drinks, Jennifer takes a lady like sip of her own, pausing to place the vintage.

"Compliments, Mr. Thone." She gently raises the glass, careful to keep it level.

**Velma** · Sep 2nd, 2014 02:59 AM

”I see Mr. Garreta de Cordoba.” Velma nodded.

”During dinner we will have plenty of time to admire and discuss your creations.” When the Haunt knight extended to her an invitation to sit, Velma smiled to him… a small hint of amusement graced her features. It would be their small secret for tonight…

”Thank you Sir Baldwin.” and Velma took the offered seat urging the Spanish kindred to take the other near her.

As the drinks were served the Harpy indulged her senses, the smell of gunpowder and copper touched her nostrils even before she actually tipped the glass into her mouth.

When it was time to toast the Succubus raised her glass in salute to the large kindred’s words.

Sep 2nd, 2014 02:23 PM

He was well aware of his lack of status within the Invictus controlled Domain of Sacramento. As such the Toreador takes his seat at the farthest point at the table, across from Yui.

He raised his glass after Thorne's toast. Taking a sniff of the wine and sips as the others join in.

Sep 4th, 2014 01:05 PM

Well at least they all stayed sane, this time at least. Pleasantly suprised that none of guests wouldn't have to be put down by Sir Baldwin, which would've put a bit of a damper on the rest of the night, he sat down and passed his empty glass to Matthew as he finished his curcuit around the table.

Having successfully executed the aperitif, Harold motioned for matthew to bring in the second course, a refreshing draught drawn from the veins of a very generous 13-year old girl would be probably quite upset at how short the time was between her donation and for one of his pet doctors to shuttle the bloodpacks into his coldroom. He usually just sipped from the supply as a pick-me-up after a busy day, but he was sure that it would go down well with his guests. There was something special about the vitality of youth, though frankly any 13-year old that blundered into the same circles as kindred had likely lost that spark long ago.

As Matthew swept up empty glasses and returned them to the kitchen, the open door allowed some of the sanguine odours to pass into the room. It was handly that the production of bodily fluids was suspended in kindred unless they willed it, because aside from that and the rules of propriety, he was fairly sure he would be salivating in unison with his Beast at the heavenly scent. In order to distract himself he attempts to ressurect the conversation blossoming before the toast. "You were speaking about your art, Mister Garreta De Cordoba?"

Sep 4th, 2014 03:18 PM

Evidently Velma's inquiry sparked Harold's interests. Suddenly the Toreador was now the center of attention. He smiled first then spoke, "Yes, Mister Thorne, about the paintings. I have six works. I prefer neoclassical, however, I branch into other areas and mediums."

He retrieved his smartphone and brought up the gallery. Cordoba flipped through the images announcing each title and commentary before handing it off to Thorne to review.

"The first is the Oath of the Horatii."

"I am certain we are all familiar with The Death of Socrates. Such a tragic event in history."

"Here we have The Intervention of the Sabine Women."

"These lovely ladies are Maria, Anna, Angelica, and Katharina Kauffman. Beautiful as they are, they pale in comparison to the Kindred of Quality we have here tonight."

"Now with this particular work, Waterlilly, I was trying a new technique. I wanted to capture the reflection properly."

"The Moon over the Tide was my attempt to bring the night time serenity of the seaside into physical form."

**Jennifer Hazelton** · Sep 4th, 2014 09:25 PM

Smart phone? Jennifer leans over for a second, watching how easily Mr. Thorne would negotiate the modern device. She straightens her spine again and surveys the second course. The Nosferatu gently swirls the fluid beneath her nostrils, breathing in the scent. The Invictus had been without a proper Groom for quite some time; she mused. The brunnette took a lady like sip of the new offering, tasting a small portion of the new sustenance. It would not be good to be gluttenous. Jennifer lowers the flute back to the table; contemplating the new sensation that she took. She glances towards the Lady Au pair; wondering at the other woman's silence. Was she partaking?

@Tiffany

**Vampire ST** · Sep 29th, 2014 12:35 PM

And thus the dinner is had, and ends.

Dinner for the Unconquered

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