Nexus III

[Circe]

From the door behind the bar, an opening with unexpected background occurs. Shadows and moonlight as if filtering from branches, maybe? That is unclear but a figure hidden by the hood of a cloak as they enter past the threshold.


The figure raises their left hand to pull back the hood. Glittering emerald jewelery catches the light beside the shine of a more ferocious ring.


The hood falls back from Circe's face, her, currently black, hair held up in a ponytail with the brow held in place by more jewelery, a pair of arrows upon her ears and the glint of a necklace hinting to more jewelry. And a stylish pair of glasses.


Circe looks around to see where she can put the cloak, "Ah, that'll work," strutting over, the cloak parts to show the regular flash of bare legs, tanned to mortal eyes but blue to fae sight. That and the black supple leather of her high heeled boots. She made her way around the bar, headed somewhere to do something, her eyes sweeping the room.


The Summer Queen has arrived. But what was her fashion tonight?

[Connor OBrien]

The haunt returns Milton's nod as he continues to listen to Quinn. "It isn't about what you're used to, Quinn, it's about what you deserve." If she wants to play games, he'll play along, the shimmer in her eyes as she challenges him is far too telling. Connor, however, is in the mood to deal with a brat. He puts on the sly smirk she's seen about a hundred times by now and speaks in a soft, low growl. "It's fine, I can pay you back for it...later." The meaning is inferred but he's certain she, and possibly the others nearby, will catch on.

The haunt notices the exotic beauty arrive, but he currently has other matters to attend to, namely the vision of art he's sharing a bottle with. He listens as Quinn asks for more details about the ring, realizing his antiquated explanation, taken directly from the language of his own time, may have confused her. "Ah, I'm sorry, I may not have explained it well enough. If the point of the heart is facing out, you are single. It sends a message to would be suitors that you are open to being approached. If the point of the heart is facing in, you are in a relationship, and are not inviting anyone to approach you. You do not have to be in love with someone to have the heart pointed in; that comes in when you move the ring to your left hand."

Continued in (Nexus III) Around the Bar...

[Wei Lin]

Just as Wei Lin was ready to strike up a conversation with the redhead, a man approached them. A quick once over showed decent fashion sense and handsome features, and his phrasing suggested a bit of awkwardness...

"Oh, but I rather like forward," Wei Lin answered with a predatory smirk on her lips. She had a feeling their new acquaintance was exactly her taste - cute and preferring to be led.

But she had to be careful, to not scare this little lamb off. And a third person in their conversation was a perfect distraction, who was also so kind to continue talking.

"Wei Lin. It's all in the name, mind you. A pleasure," a friendly nod to Cassandra, a look from under her lashes at the Mordechai, lips parting slowly to take a sip of her daiquiri. "Hey, you." There was a playful tone to her voice, but soft enough to not sound like an insult.

"So, this is the first time for Cassandra and me here, what about you... Morte?" she makes a pause before the name, as if tasting the sound of it, trying if it fits.

Continued in (Nexus III) Cassandra, Eulogy, Wei Lin...

[JC Smith]

JC had felt the pull since coming to Sacramento. Or an interest? The feeling was hard to describe but it had been there. He'd just never really paid it any mind. There was always something happening. Traveling to the top of the tower to face yet another hidden society, learn new faces, fall further into the supernatural world with its strange rules and laws. It had never been a priority.

Having joined the Circle though, he'd decided to finally listen to the tidal pull. Who knew. Maybe it was the gods influence. Hell, maybe he'd actually meet a god!

The Beast raged as he stepped out on the roof. Not unexpectedly. After all, if all were welcome, other Kindred were a possibility. Still, the internal rage and desire to gut some of those present was not the most pleasant impression for a new location. It reminded him of court and that in some ways this was (or could be) just as dangerous as Elysium.

He recognized members of the domain and… wait was that Chris from the bookstore?! That threw JC for a loop for a couple seconds. Jennifer was dating one of the… other things of the night? What was he? Was she safe? Was that why he was able to stand her voice?

Pulling himself back, he nodded to the Priscus of Haunts, Chris and Milton.

Then he spotted the bar with Quinn seated at it and he smiled.

Politician in him said to mingle with people he didn’t know. But he had enough social anxiety already for visiting here for the first time. A drink a was more than welcome.

Continued in (Nexus III) Around the Bar...

[Circe]

Circe takes a moment to see who is about and where, cloak still only giving hints of what is below. And the skyline? Oh, that was nice. It looks like she'd have a great angle from that spot there. Where she could also ditch the heavy cape.


Plus, there was the obvious utility of the spot.


Mind made up, Circe opts to head for the bar.


Continues here.

[Mable Wood]

Mable had ridden with Emily Makerith tonight so that the old pickup truck wouldn't look out of place at the club. She had chosen a short dress for the evening with a blue skirt to match Emily's hair and silver to match her fur. Her hair was up in a high pony tail kinda like a pop star. The over all look ended up being more fancy cowboy cheerleader then sexy lady. Oh well can't always have a great outfit.

As the elevator went up she squeezed Emily's hand, "I'm so excited to see who and what will be here tonight. How about you? Oh and I'm buying tonight. Whatever you want to drink or eat is on me. Nothing is too good for you." She crinkled her nose in a cute way.

The doors opened and Mable's eyes grew big, so many people and so many that she recognized. She gave Em's hand another squeeze. "Oh, wow."

[Emily Makerith]

The Werewolf had decided to go full cybergoth for today's event, carefully dedicating the outfit to let her shift around in it. Emily's hair was re-dyed specially for their date, seeing what local night-life were drawn out for the evening. Matching Lipstick and eyeshadow tied in with the hair and leather and pvc ensemble.

"You're buying? I must have been a good girl... You remember how I can drink, right?" She kisses the vampire on the cheek, leaving bright blue lip imprints.

"Yeah. I hope things stay chill like last time," she replies. "The first one was.... well. Two angry folks basically bisected a guy. No fucking clue how. Sounded like internal politics of.... dunno. Fairies or wizards or something."

The gasp from her girlfriend draws a look. "Everything okay?" Emily squeezes the hand reassuringly. "You sure you wanna do this?" She tugs on the hands. This - them - could be risky making it public. Still, her pack knew now. She looks back to the floor and her eyes go wide as she catches sight of Circe. "Oh..." she swallows drily. "Fucking show-off..." she chuckles.

Pale blue eyes look back to her girlfriend. "So. Where you wanna go? Drinks first?"

[Mable Wood]

Mable saw a group of people she knew near the bar. "Yes lets get you drinks."

[Emily Makerith]

"Okay baby," Emily agrees. "Oooh! Cocktails!"

Heading over here

[Kaze]

Kaze smiles at the civilized little group they're turning into.




Then a ring tone sounds, The Sorcerer's Apprentice.




"Oh...wow. Really Dad?" Kaze says, looking at a text message, sounding kind or excited and bummed at the same time.


He turns to Jenna, looking her directly in the eyes. "I am so sorry, Jenna. I have to jet. Like literally. I'll call you later and fill you in, but...I really don't know when I'll be back in town." He touches her arm gently, perhaps just wanting to remember touch better while they're apart.


Then he make his way out into the night.