(2101)Eternal Court

[Alessandra]

Eternal Court

The Nox Populi is an upscale experience that will take Sacramento nightlife to a whole new level.

In the heart of downtown Sacramento there is a place of intrigue, excitement and entertainment. The modern flare of this venue is host to exclusive parties. The seduction of this establishment may take you away as you drink, dance and socialize. There are private services available upon request. The best DJ’s in town are in line to play a wide variety of music. Some of you may dine…as long as you have your VIP pass.

However the Kindred arrive they are discreetly met and led to the back of the club. The space downstairs is decorated in dark, rich woods and expensive furniture. There's a coat room that will also hold one's 'unmentionables'; namely, weapons, at the foot of the stairs. There are also private areas, dark, and furnished with soft couches, as well as meeting rooms with conference tables and chairs, and an area with several televisions. The Court area is decorated with long black and brown silken drapes cascading from floor to ceiling. Draped in elegant bunches and gathered into valances across door frames and between supporting pillars; the lighting is intentionally low, but without the pulse of the music from above, the place has the feel of a sepulchre.

The common area circles the Court proper, and it becomes apparent that this is not decorated for a single evening. Small symbols note areas for Kindred only that branch off of the Commons, which will be necessary once those Kine privileged enough to see behind the Masquerade filter in: ghouls, herd members, or even devotees. The furniture setting is familiar now: a set of elegant chairs, all dark wood and red leather, arranged in a circle. The baroque lighting leaves the corners of the Elysium commons in deep shadow.

The chess table seems to have become a fixture, still in the same place. Awaiting any Kindred who wished to show their skill.

Another evening; another Danse. For some it will their first, for some it shall be their last. After all, this is the Prince's Elysium, and subject to the Laws of the Domain.

Eternal Court is open once more...

Please remember that Predator's Taint is in effect and role-play is expected, or rolls will be asked for!

This is a great place to get Acknowledged

Eternal Court is not a singular event. Always open and in constant motion, a compression of the comings and goings of Kindred within Elysium throughout the nights. As such, Eternal Court is also never truly empty; this can include 'faceless masses' of Kindred beneath notice, ghouls, herd members, devotees, or even officials in their offices.

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn stepped through the Nox, weaving her way through and around the kine to the VIP area. She nodded once to the bouncer and descended the stairs. She moved slowly, in no hurry to mingle with the beasts in the domain, and yet an anticipatory thrill went through her at the very thought. She kept her expression carefully neutral.

Quinn wore all black this evening. Her top was a sexy long sleeve sheer black lace top with roses featured in the lace, it’s scalloped hem falling under her heavy breasts. For decency sake, she wore a black satin strapless bra beneath. There was a gap revealing her cafe au lait skin until the eye hit her tailored black sateen business slacks. She wore a pair of black Doc Marten boots on her feet to complete the look. Her hair was down and curly, her eyes done in a dark smokey eye, perfect for evening. Her lips a bright red splash against all that black drawing the eye to the full lips.

Quinn had brought two pieces of paper with her down the stairs. Without any fanfare, she posted one of them up on the wall with the other Priscus’s pages for how to contact them. The other was three ring-hole-punched specifically for Seneschal Hart’s binders. For that she put it in the Senechal’s box for Lyssa to add to the folders.

[Dirt Nap]

Dirt Nap pauses before entering, and then steps into Court with a visible act of will.

He nods in a gesture of respect to those who lurk inside already, and moves decisively towards Quinn Durant, who is not yet engaged, apparently.

"Evening, Priscus Durant." Dirt Nap says, softly as he approaches. "Good to see you, regular like at these things. You brighten the place up, it seems to me."

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn winced slightly at the "Priscus" bit. It didn't really feel or sit well yet. Hell, she had even introduced herself as the goddamn Priscus and still felt strange. Like a bad poly blend on the skin it just didn't feel right yet. Yet here she was. Making sure she showed up for every court, looking after her cousin Maeve, and setting and achieving goals for the clan.

The whole purpose of coming here was to dissapear. To drop off in some domain and just blend in the background. Be useful, but not to useful. Nothing that really stood out or was special. She came, she saw the opportunity to hide beneath the two other Shadows. Under her Grand Wyrm and behind Dirt Nap. It all fell apart almost immediately. She knew every note of this Danse in her head, and yet she couldn't see how it could be any different. You are every bit your sires childe, aren't you dear?

"Really? My goal was to blend into the walls, or maybe the couch over there." She said with a slight smirk, indicating her outfit with a flourish of her hand. Also making a slightly self depricating comment about last court and standing out like a sore thumb.

[Alice Hart]

Tonight feels like a red night, or that's what Lyssa had told the Doll as the Ghoul laid out this evening's dress. Alice descends the stairs, her heels for this evening a white that matches her complexation. For that long legged, 'nude' heel look, with a white lace overlay to match the lace of her dress.

She waits a moment at the last landing, echoing years and evenings before. She feels the Wraith wake, it's rage, a heady thing, she knows she could tear the throat of the whelp, leaving naught but broken vertebrae to connect the bobbling head to an unresponsive body.

She takes an unneeded breath, savoring the scent, and the feeling before banishing it, tightening the frosted iron chains and calling the Wraith back. Lyssa's a whisper in her ear, Dirt Nap and the Shadow Priscus, Continuing down the stairs, she finds herself moving towards the feeling of the whelp, "Good evening, Priscus Durant, Dirt Nap, I trust everything is well?"

[Dirt Nap]

"Evening, Seneschal Hart." Dirt Nap says in a soft, respectful tone, nodding towards Alice Hart just the same as if she could see it.

"I believe all is well. We were just talking about the pros and cons of being a bright, shining light at Court versus kind of fading into the background a bit. I believe the key to not being noticed is not to look like you don't want to be noticed...but the problem is, if you get too good at it, and change your mind, it'll be real hard to turn it around and get noticed in a good light." Dirt Nap explains.

[Jennifer Hazelton]

Jennifer entered the Court, taking a moment to listen to her Beast's reaction to any Beast within. No Prince yet, and no Mr. Kowalsic, as well.

She wore a simple a line dress in black, with a champagne colored silk scarf obscuring her neck and collarbone. A new hair pin was present on her styled updo, holding a simple Blue convolvulus bloom.

She strode in with calm confidence, her eyes taking in who's present.
She dips to a respectable acknowledgement of Alice, stating.
"Good evening, Seneschal. I trust that the evening finds you well?"

Dark brown eyes take in the rest of the room, giving Priscus Quinn a nod as befitting her new station.
Dirt Nap was given a nod of acknowledgement, but not as familiar as last Court. She recalled how uncomfortable it had made her friend.

[Seryna]

This Kindred looks to be an unassuming Latino woman. Her stocky body is well-muscled, her strong arms on display in navy-blue blouse and black dress slacks. A scar runs across her forehead. A second scar, which looks to be three equidistant claw marks, peeks out on her collar bone. Her short, straight black hair is styled with a bit of gel. You become aware that she is one of the faceless Kindred you have seen on the edges of Court. Drifting about, but you haven't heard anything of note about them. This Kindred is BP 3. The woman gives a deep nod to Seneschal Hart and steps to the side immediately. She looks over to Quinn Durant and meets her eyes. She walks a bit closer to Quinn and Dirt Nap, giving Quinn a deeper nod than anyone had of the evening.
“Priscus Quinn.”

A man and woman enter together in fine coats- the man’s is a long coat with the collar turned up. These Kindred elicit no challenge to your Beast, as they both utilize the Cloak. A ghoul dressed in an outdated but fine gray suit takes the lady's coat and checks it, then takes the gentleman's long coat. It is clear why the gentleman wears the coat as soon as he sheds it - he has obvious marks of his Curse, scared red skin on the back of his neck and hands. His face is unblemished. Mr. Kowalsic wears an everyday suit, the shirt the color of emerald green and the suit a deep grey. He wears matching tie clip and cuff links of rich green.
As they step into the Court proper, all can now recognize Mr. Johnathan Randall Kowalsic and his Unreleased Childe, Miss Isabella Kowalsic, of the line Nosferatu. Mr. Kowalsic is a valued member of the city, having been here long enough to earn a reputation as a defender of the Masquerade. They proceed in a slow walk towards the Seneschal, arm in arm. Both Nosferatu immediately give Alice Hart respectful deference with short bows.
"Good evening, Seneschal Hart."
Upon rising, Priscus Quinn and Priscus Jennifer receive nods according to their station. Mr. Kowalsic appears not to see Dirt Nap at all, looking about. Miss Kowalsic gives a glance of acknowledgement to Dirt Nap.

[Quinn Durant]

Quinn bowed to Senschal hart, pausing a heartbeat before straightening up, and giving a nod of respect to Lyssa as well. She admired her dress a moment before chuckling softly at Dirt Nap's response nodding a bit. She wasn't entirely certain what to say to that. Not usually stumped for conversation. "Something to keep in mind for sure, Dirt Nap. I like that you cut straight to the heart of the matter." She paused a moment consiering her words to Seneschal Hart. "Going alright so far, Seneschal Hart. I hope the same with you?" She remarked softly.

When Jennifer Hazelton, Priscus and Notary of the First Estate arrived Quinn gave a deep and respectful nod to her. Their correspondence of late had been productive and she was anticipating spending time on projects with her. Provided they secured the ultimate green light with Her Majesty, of course.

Quinn was about to address her Ladyship when the woman came up to her. "Priscus Durant." Quinn cooly corrected her immediately. Though there was no irritation in her voice or body language. A quick correction and that brief rebuke was complete. Before she engaged this one any further however, she gave a deep and respectful nod to Mr. Kowalsic, pausing a heartbeat to ensure it was seen. She also nodded to his childe. Then she turns to the scarred one with a patient smile, even as her beast strained and snapped on its leash. "Yes? What can I help you with Ms....." She prompted for the Kindred's name.

[Alessandra]

After wearing a bright color last month didn’t kill her, she decided to do it again. Growing and evolving was part of survival after all. And changing it up was actually proving to be fun.

So she went with red this evening. A red suit with a bandage style black top that displayed her toned stomach and the ink that decorated it.

Walking in from her office, a gentleman holds the door for her, then steps back into the office and closes the door.

Looking over the room, she allows her Beast to settle. There was blood lust for the weaker ones, the demand for violence. For blood to splatter the walls. Then came anger that one would dare challenge it. It wanted to eliminate it, show its dominance as the stronger Beast.

But none of that showed, she ignored it, shoving it back into its corner. A nod of respect to Alice Hart . Then nods to the Priscus present. Finally, a nod of respect to Kowalsic. Lyssa receives a nod of acknowledgement.

Now the new face was given a look, studied for a moment, before moving on. If they were important or of value, she would be told.

The Savage seems content in her spot, overlooking Court, watching, observing.