(1808) A Quiet Court

[Clara E. Verne]

Clara watched locked in her own brief Danse with the Ventrue Priscus. She wasn't sure what to make of the spectacle but, notably, Davis was calm. He was sure of himself. But it was his last sentence that spurred the Bacchante on.

You know sometimes I feel greater welcomage among other families than I do my own.

The words weighed in Clara's mind. "Show's the same as it'll be next Court, everyone. Leave the matter to Alder Davis and the good Doctor. I know my cousin major to be of an able mind and capacity." He had expressed desire to meet with Weiss underground, but was this a Haunt test of some sort? Maybe Weiss and the knight were playing a game deeper against the Prince?

Or maybe Lina was right and they were getting punked.

[Cynthia Weiss]

"Oh shit!"

A loud cry of dismay came from the top of the stairs leading into the darkness of Elysium. The sound of wet rubber against hard wood steps could be heard, scrambling to keep the Priscus of the clan upright. The typical plodding sound of Cynthia came again, although slightly slower than usual. It seemed the weather was not enough to completely change the goths style as she was bedecked in her usual leather jacket, although it seemed she had traded jeans for a leather skirt with torn fishnets. Chlorine and sulphur had arrived before she did.

Cynthia looked confused by the sight before her. On the other hand the sight of Davis did explain why she nearly came tumbling face first into court. She gave the assembled kindred a small wave. "Might need to clean the stairs. Bit of a health hazard I'd say." She said to the Daeva, jerking her thumb to the entrance. Beyond that she backed up and became an observer. She was curious as to why Davis looked like a sewer rat. Slipping humanity? Cruel prank? She slowly moved away and moved over to the side of Krieg, figuring the Giant could offer insight. "I feel like I missed something." She whispered to him.

[Lawrence Taft]

Taft can be seen sparing a few silent glances in Davis's direction - from his seat on the couch next to Moretti. The look on his face a mixture of pity and disapproval.

Taft remains in side thread.

[Alessandra]

Undead, unblinking eyes watch Davis as he attempts to explain his clothes.

“I see nothing wrong with the sound.” And if he did, then well, sucked to be him.

The excuse she didn’t much care for. And her dead pan look probably gave that away.

Looking to Mable, “He can manage on his own. He was capable enough to get into that disgusting mess, he can get out of it.”

It seemed everyone had an opinion on what was going on.

She had enough at this point. The show was over as far as she was concerned and Rebecca was only continuing the whole shit show.

“Enough.” Came the word, quick and to the point. The edge had not left her voice and she slowly slid her glance to Rebecca.

“I believe you have helped enough for the night Madam Simmons. I am quite capable of deciding if his actions warrant a Boon or not.” He already owed her one, and that was for a far greater insult. “You two are tasked with cleaning Court for the next two months. Together.” See how they play together. The eyes lock back on Davis, “As far as this incident is goes, do not let it happen again. I will not be so kind as to let you insult my Court again. Next offense will carry a punishment you will not like paying.” Her tone cold, uncaring. “Do I make myself clear? Or do I need to demonstrate?” it was pretty clear, she would. Her holds his gaze, her own unflattering. She was done playing, done being nice, done giving breaks.

When she felt her point was made, she shifts her focus to Cynthia,

“Priscus Weiss, welcome. And yes, I believe that was about to be attended to.” The edge had gone, her tone was now more friendly.

[Mable Wood]

able gave a simple nod and smile to the Prince. And stood silent until the messy court was back to normal again or she was spoken to.