Burning Man's Little Sister

[Floki]

South of I-80, only a few minutes drive from Sacramento's city limits, sat a piece of private desert property that was currently ablaze with light. Artificial light. The county wouldn't approve anything larger than a campfire being lit during this knock-off festival, and so the hosts of this imitation Burning Man had decided to go in a different direction: The Electric Acid Test. Strings of multicolored LEDs were hung like streamers from pavilions and ludicrously decorated poles, glowsticks flashed through the air, and dayglo body paint was ascendant. Repetitive bass lines throbbed through the air from speakers set up throughout the improvised rave/campground, barely covering up the noise of several generators chugging along noisily on the outskirts of the impropmptu festival.

That was where Floki had convinced her 'date' to follow her...shortly before choking him out and drinking her fill. Grinning, flat white teeth on display, she strode back over to her pavilion and collapsed onto a pile of pillows. Guess her date had been a little drunk, and now she was starting to feel it.

Good. Then this little party wouldn't be a total bust. There were probably less than a hundred people there. Sure, it was only the first night, but Floki had been expecting something more. With a sigh, she slipped a small velvet pouch out of her jacket pocket and spilled a stream of stone runes onto the ground in front of her.

Just what would she find once she hit Sacramento, proper?

  2 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-27 18:14:08		Floki rolls 6 to nummy bloods (str+subter) (10 Again)		9, 2, 10, 4, 1, 1, 6		2 successes

[Ashley Cohen]

The Lord, held a little black controller in her hand. It controlled the LED-lighting of white skirt, changing the strobing colors with a simple click of a button. The sneakers on her feat, also strobed in sync with the skirt. The white skirt, stood in contrast to her black tank top - the outfit was rather simple - yet eye catching. The Lord commanded attention.

Ashley slowly made her way through the herd; them swirling around her in awe of the outfit without recognizing the unconscious fear that really guided them out of the way of the tiny blond. To her, events such as these were a slight reprieve from the doldrums of damnation. There was enough food swirling, to lull the beast into as much dormancy as inhumanely possible, after it had been sated.

Sure, the skirt went dark, when a hapless stranger was lured away from the lights and crowd of the festival. The kiss was bliss, after all; for both predator and prey.

It wasn't long after, that she may have passed her. Maybe it was before? Ashley was completely oblivious to the predator in hiding, as she moved back into the herd.

  1 success

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-27 19:12:32		Ashley Cohen rolls 5 to Pres+Persuasion (10 Again)		4, 6, 10, 1, 5, 5		1 success

Outfit

[Blackbird]

A small music festival. Away from the city and the territories of elders and ancillae. No formalities. No business. No bullshit.

Blackbird would have been foolish to resist. The days since her arrival in Sacramento were pretty damn stressful. Her potency was weaker than all the other Beasts she had yet met. Among them, she was whelp and part of her hated it. Here though? She was a god.

Sure the music didn't really meet her tastes, but the Herd that was here in abundance was inebriated, uninhibited, and trusting when in their 'community'. The trifecta for an easy meal. Soon, the little neonate was proven right as she beckoned one of the Herd. She didn't need to use words. A gaze and a small bite of the lips was all she needed to draw him away. He fell upon her behind the tents, overcome with a need. However, she denied the drunken fool what he wanted in exchange for a different ecstasy. The Kiss.

The man passed out soon after, a mixture of his drunken state and bliss lulling him to slumber as Blackbird walked away, her steps a little unsteady, but her thirst sated yet another night.

The young vampire found a patch of sand at sat upon it, splaying out to contentedly lounge as she watched the nearby Herd, her senses dulled. However, soon her inebriated Beast mewled stirred in drunken terror as Blackbird's eyes found the gorgeous blonde who had come to court the same night as her those days before. Blackbird's form froze for a moment before she forced the Beast down and allowed herself to relax.

"The kine are still here... relax she probably just wants easy pickings too."

  3 successes

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2018-08-27 19:37:24		Blackbird rolls 7 to Seduce Dinner! (3 Presence + 3 Persuasion + 1 Striking Looks) (10 Again)		3, 4, 10, 4, 4, 8, 10, 5, 5		3 successes

[Blackbird]

Woops! Bookkeeping for Blush

[Floki]

The runes lay scattered across the sand before her, the stone rough against her fingertips as she traced her hands over them. When she closed her eyes she found herself sitting not here, upon the sand in the Californian desert, but thousands of miles away, where the sea met a land carved out by ice, massive cliffs towering above cold waters. The flickering lights all around her was not a pulsating light show, but the illumination of bonfires along the beach, the throbbing beat not coming from the hi-def speakers, but the hearty thrum of moose skin stretched over massive resonance chambers.

Priests were chanting, but she had long ago forgotten the words...

Then, rising through her memories like a ships prow through the fog, was something else. The hint of danger, the hint of scales sliding across her skin, enveloping her, threatening to consume her...

They were here. The Fanged Ones.

Opening her eyes, Floki snatched up a rune.

Ac

A grim smile twisting her lips, she stared down at the sign of the Oak in her hand, though it was not Grimnir that came to mind, but the Wolf Mother.

Very well.

Gathering her runes up and tucking them away again, Floki prowled towards the lone Kindred with light spilling from her skirt.

"Hey," Floki called from behind Ashley Cohen , her voice barely heard above the music. She waited until Ashley turned around, then brought her hand to her throat, resting two fingers on either jugular.

"I think the rest of your pack misses you," she said, dropping her hand and nodding at the two Kindred and the painted man group up some yards away.

"Shall we go say hello?"

[Ashley Cohen]

"Hi." Floki held Ashley's attention, though at first she considered the possibility of discovery, of having to make the night a clean slate for someone, after she divined the depths of her knowledge. Those possibilities quickly fled, as her attention is drawn towards the other three - three that she remembered from Elysium.

Between the three, though, Blackbird and Kara were the first that she noticed. It was that burning desire to rend them limb from limb, that had to be battled and held at bay with each passing step that drew her closer to the group. Between the three, she was minimally versed with Clara, while the other two were mysteries other than just recognizable.

Still that left the one, that drew her to the three, an absolutely mystery.

"Ashley" She offered the group, with a curtsy while her skirt and shoes strobed colorfully.

[Blackbird]

Blackbird's blue eyes landed on Theo as he took a seat, prompting a smirk to tug at the side of her mouth. She looked him up and down, momentarily thinking him to be some outgoing festival goer before her gaze landed squarely on his face. She was inebriated, but not so drunk that she could not recall THAT handsome of a face.

She had seen him briefly in Elysium. Talking to another vampire, whose name she did not know. For a moment, she thought he could be a ghoul, silently wondering if such servants were allowed to important Court functions, but then... she recalled him entering alone.

Theo's subtle hint on the Feeding opportunities at the festival earned him a light laugh and soft smile from the little Daeva. "Mmm, I've sampled it already and, I mean, it's been awhile since I felt like THIS... soo yeah." It had been a long time since Blackbird had fed from kine under the effect of booze and... other things. It used to be a staple in her feeding, but Michel had discouraged it. But he's not here. Fuck him.

The neonate was dressed simply for the music festival, wearing an pear of denim booty shorts, an old, worn black Mudhoney band t-shirt, and a simple red flannel tied around her waist. Her hair was down, cascading just past her shoulder in natural waves. Also she was barefoot. It wasn't as dramatic as what others were wearing, but it suited the purpose well enough to blend in. And it allowed her to keep her style. Win win.

Blackbird was about to give Theo her name before the glitterpire who called herself Kara, blondie Ashley, and the unknown woman came to them. Of the three, only Ashley and Kara pinged the neonates Beast, again begging her to flee and, again, being subsequently ignored. She thought for a moment about giving her cover identity she used amongst the kind, but then she shrugged... What are they gonna do? Call me a hippy?

"Blackbird." the neonateoffered the group, her smile waning lightly in the presence of the greater Kindred now looming over her and Theo. The neonate locked eyes with Ashley, the one who begot the most fear from within. Drawing her own knees close, wrapped her arms around them Blackbird let her smile tug wider as she tried to show she was not a threat.