(1108) Official Court

[Jennifer Hazelton]

As the Herald finishes disclosing the fantastic new idea for the coterie, Jennifer glances around the room. She spots Sidor talking to a dark haired man and gently touches Ricardo's arm.

"There is the Whip of my clan, Mr. Grigoriev." Jennifer says quietly, saying his last name slightly better the third time around. "I'd like to speak with him."

The young vampire drifts closer to the two men, angling herself to be in Whip Grigoriev's line of sight. She bows her head towards him and waits politely out of ear shot for him to see her and hopefully, perhaps wish to speak with them.

[Sarah LaFleur]

The feel of beasts, both new and old, weaker and stronger called out to her own and the blond Daeva experienced a moment where she did not know if her idiot dark half was trying to get her to run, attack, munch on some newb or do the Ketchup Song dance. Taking a second to properly compose herself like the upstanding Southern society lady her parents had wised she'd been, the Succubi notices the Prince and offers a formal bow to His Majesty. She'd been a fledgling in an Invictus city and learned quickly that when in doubt in social situations it was probably best to be polite, respectful and bow to authority figures, a rule which had served her well so far in her Requiem.

After offering her respect towards the Prince, Sarah begins to feel the tug of another predator approaching, a new predator that causes her own beast to scream in rage and a feral desire to prove itself. Calmly she forces down the impulse as the man nears her and introduces himself. The Daeva responds to his presence with a genuine Southern Belle smile and addresses him with a polite tone, hinting at just a touch of a genteel and cultured deep south accent.

"Buenas tardes , Señor Reyes, I am Sarah LaFleur. Of course I have a free moment, how might I be of assistance?"

[Dillon Connery]

Dillon's mental list of stuff to do at Court
[X] Greet the important people. If Prince or Prisci wanted a word, they'd have spoken up
[_] Welcome Katrina back.
[_] Ask Alice about the hooker I ate. I should do that later. Like, not in Court
[_] Find out if the Deputy is doing anything about the Brides. Talkin' to Alice
[_] Pursue the Communal Haven idea with Martha. Talkin' to the Prince
[_] Meet new people.

Of course, technically Katrina was in a discussion, too, but he could at least make sure she saw him before the evening ended. Making his way casually over to the Carthian conversation, Dillon nods and smiles in his polite way to any who look his direction.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

"Yes, sir." Jennifer said quickly, turning to follow Mr. Grigoriev's gaze. Who could Doctor Powel be?

Appreciative of an introduction - already so much better than San Diego - the neonate walked in the direction of her clan elder's gaze, searching out a Doctor Powel.

She glances at the other beasts as she passes, seeking to put a face on who was her elder.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

"Yes, I am Jennifer." The young nosferatu extended a hand. "Are you Dr. Powell?"

The young Nosferatu's voice was feminine sounding at the moment, a quality that she was very grateful for at the moment of meeting a stronger Predator. She attempts a welcoming smile, forcing her scrabbling Beast back into its cage.