Algy Lacey: Sits in his corner, as usual. Quiet.
Fingers trailing over the pages of a thick book in his lap.
Anjou: *quietly slips into the place, looking
around...humming under her breath as if her habit of choice*
Djin: *the silent lady sat on a place where she
could see what is going on about, unobstruscive, just waiting, maybe here she can finally
catch that guy and start the investigation full... damm*
Djin: Her skin is obsidian, dark like the land of
the Desert
. Her black hair cascades past her hips, in perfect curls, she sometimes
tames in a thick braid
her hazel eyes hold that mysticism of Arabia women
. Her
body is slick, moving with the grace of a dancer
she wears jeans to her hips,
embracing her athletic form, shirts that frame her upper body, they are picked for
movement. http://www.geocities.com/furygodess/Djin.jpg
Ravyn: ((Okay, so
before we get started, to steal completely from Troo, here are the big scene rules,
people.))
Anjou: *smiles to see Algy and drifts in his general
direction, bluegrey eyes sliding curiously over Djin*
Djin: ((from Troo? *listens*))
Laspen: ((Is Running home as quick as possible.))
Ravyn: ((1. These
scenes have the potential to be fatal. By entering them you are accepting that.))
Ravyn: ((2. These
scenes also have the potential to inflict long-lasting alterations upon your character,
whether in personality (such as gaining a derangement), body (gaining physical
impairments) or soul. Same provisio as 1. By entering the scene you're accepting that this
may happen.))
Ravyn: ((3. If you drop
out of the scene before it ends, you do not gain XP for attending. (Unless your characters
involvement comes to a natural conclusion). These scenes are planned to last for four
hours, and "Shit, I got to go, sorry" or sudden disappearance will render you
XP-less.))
Ravyn: ((4. Only one of
your characters may be played during one of these scenes.))
Ravyn: ((5. If I find
you multitasking during one of these monthly scenes, I will kick you out of it.
Multitasking slows everyone down, and we're usully on a very tight schedule.))
Algy Lacey: ((These words. They look eerily familiar!
*G*))
Ravyn: ((6. Please do
NOT IM ME during one of these scenes unless it is for something urgent or important, such
as me neglecting one of your pertinent merits or flaws, forgetting about an NPC, or your
house burning down. If you start harassing me, glomping me, prodding me, or otherwise
antagonising me during the scene, I will kick you out of it, and perhaps peck your eyes
out, too.))
Djin: ((*giggles* you could sue him Troo!
*giggles more and hides from the Ravyn's wrath!*))
Anjou: ((*G* nah...he gave her proper credit and
stuff. *L*))
Djin: ((damm... true.. sorry Troo.. no sues...))
Algy Lacey: ((Oh well. *snaps fingers*))
Ravyn: ((With that
said, let the scene begin. *Uses the cool CGI-Holodeck machine thingy to morph the room
into Midtown Elysium*))
Celest Aston: ((yeah well I wouldn't want that to come true,
**pictures ravyn poking her eyes out**))
Anjou: ((*unfreezes the teetering Anjou and
continues her drifting toward Algy*)) *still humming softly as she moves along*
Ravyn: The scene is a
very large loft apartment in the Theatre District...on 7th Avenue and 52nd Street, between
Carnegie Hall and Radio City Music Hall, about a block away from Broadway. The apartment
itself is large and sprawling, taking up the entire floor it is located on. There are a
couple main rooms, and several rooms off from that for clandestine meetings and the like.
One set of double-doors, into what would be the master bedroom for any residential
apartment, is closed and guarded by two men. The decor is refined, a classical French
style.
Djin: ((*giggles)) *the big eyes of the arabian
beautry slide to stop on Anjou a moment as she looks her way, then again just scanning the
room, quietly*
Algy Lacey: His legs are crossed, his head resting
back, the book nestled in his lap.
Anjou: *gives the lovely vision of jet a warm smile
before speaking to Algy* good evening, Mr. Lacey. may i sit near you?
Ravyn: The room is
abuzz tonight, with a fair amount of the lesser (read: non-PC or magor NPC) ranks here in
the Midtown Loft. The other Elysiums are fairly empty tonight, as word is something big is
happening tonight.
Djin: (of jet? *blinkblink*)) *and all Anjou gets is
a faint nod, she keeps scanning the room*
Anjou: *another reason to sit near someone she
actually knows....and corners are just wonderful for drinking in the sight of folks acting
like upset bees. what is the hubbub?*
Algy Lacey: "I positively encourage it,
Anjou." He smiles a little.
Djin: *Still on her own corner, to see the goings
on*
Anjou: thank you, sir. *settles down in a chair
near him, ploppling her huge purse n the floor beside it. and tonight she's actually
exchanged jeans for nice wool slacks. and the flannel for a blouse.* how have you been?
and how's Samson?
Celest Aston: As she walkes in she flips her hair back over her
shoulder. her height is magnified by the latest Jimmy Choos on her feet escalating
her to over 6 feet tall. Her long legs are accentuated by the ,mid thigh length dress that
emphasizes her slim sleek body. Her red lips hide the smile hidden behind the cool aloof
exterior, with high cheekbones and a patrician nose. Her crystal blue eyes as they scan
the room look like they are dismissing everything they settle on.
Algy Lacey: He lifts his head, looking to Anjou,
smiling faintly. "I've been well. Samson's fine. Behaving quite well, all things
considered."
Anjou: *raises an eyebrow as Celest enters. yet
another person prettier than she is. ah, well. such is unlife. raids her purse for a skein
of thin cord an a tiny crochet hook. absently begins to make something like lace*
Algy Lacey: His hair is a little... well. Some would
call it "romantic", some would call it "artistic", some would call it
the touseled mop of an undisciplined layabout. The gentle brown curls fall to his
shoulders, giving him a somewhat bohemian look. His face is a pleasing thing, gently
rounded but with a firm jawline, a slender nose, a lover's lips. His eyes are well and
truly hidden behind blackest sunglasses in the latest fashion. He wears a simple, elegant
dark red velvet smoking jacket, a black velvet waistcoat with gold fleur de lys trim, a
white shirt with, oh dear, just a hint of frill which is open at the throat to make it
look just the right side of the gayness line.
Anjou: 'all things considered'? what o you mean,
sir? i've not been out much lately. had a bit of a scare last week....*faint chuckle* i'm
not quite i'm actually over it, yet.
Tenoch Copil: He's a short latino man, unremarkable,
with a servile manner and a tendancy to be overlooked.
Djin: *Just trying to listen all she can of the
goings one, while watching*
Algy Lacey -> Ravyn:
7,7,9,7,8,7,
Anjou: *Small and slim, with dreamy blue-grey eyes
and a soft smile. A pixielike little face with a button nose and fair skin. She likes to
have something in her hands at all times to keep herself busy, and hates being bored. She
prefers casual attire--jeans or slacks, with a comfortable blouse, or maybe a simple long
skirt. She's the kind of girl who will wear high heels only if coerced into it, and loathe
every second spent in the stupid things.*
Celest Aston -> Ravyn: ((sorry what
do I roll to fid a good viewpoint of the room but with my back to thge wall?))
Algy Lacey: He slips a bookmark between the pages and
quietly closes the book, not answering Anjou's question.
Anjou: *that eyebrow raises slightly again* what are
you reading? *slim fingers carefully working the cord and hook in her hands*
Ravyn -> Celest Aston: ((Don't worry about rolling it. Just say you find a good viewpoint, but yer
back's to the wall. *S*))
Algy Lacey: The cover says "Gulliver's
Travels."
Anjou: *blinks and laughs softly* that makes my head
hurt just to think about. what does it mean in small words, for those of us without
gigantic brains? *voice rippling softlywith amusement*
Anjou: *it's more fun to ask him about that looooong
and tongue-tying title than to ask about good old Gully*
Algy Lacey: "Well," he says semi-seriously.
"I think, essentially, it's all about how stuff may or may not... work."
Ravyn -> Djin: ((Djin
hears a whole lot of gossip. For one, rumor is they're choosing a Prince tonight, and
Algy, who's Toreador Primogen, was involved in that. Also, there's word about the Sabbat
attacking two vampires outside a club, causing a Masquerade breach.))
Anjou: *she chortles under her breath* ah,i see.
sounds much more entertaining than hearing about some guy sailing around and finding all
sorts of impossible places.
Djin -> Ravyn: *nods,
thanks))
Ravyn: Jessica, one of
the ditzier of the Harpies, sidles her way over to where Algy and Anjou sit, smiling in
the Primogen's direction.
Djin: *she tilts her head, listening still,
watching, her eyes going momentarily to Anjou and Algy, then around*
Anjou: *smiles warmly to Jessica*
Algy Lacey: "Oh, absolutely." He nods.
"I mean, who wants political satire and subtle allegory when one could have stuff and
how it might or might not work?" He grins softly.
Tenoch Copil: He just stands with his back against the
wall, observing.
Anjou: exactly! *chuckles....then frowns at her
budding lace* bah, dropped a stitch.....*works through the stuff, and carefullypulls out a
few stitches, starting again patiently*
Algy Lacey: He falls silent.
Celest Aston: continues to move her eyes around the room as she
checks out her other hand
Ravyn: "Good
evening, Algy." She smiles sweetly to him, and gives Anjou a nod of the head.
"How are you tonight?"
Anjou: *after a few more moments of working the
lace* has Samson managed to detroy his toy yet, sir? *gives Jessica another grin*
Algy Lacey: He rests his hand on the book, and smiles
warmly at Jessica. "Jessica, how lovely to see you. I'm well. Your gorgeous
self?"
Djin: *she moves slightly, still keeping out of the
way, still just listening to the gossiping*
Djin -> Ravyn: and
the primo with the arpy =P
Ravyn: She smiles.
"Oh, I'm good. Torn up with curiosity, of course...but that's always how it is, isn't
it?"
Algy Lacey: "He's covered it in drool..."
Algy Lacey: He chuckles at Jessica. "I'm sure
we'll find out what's going on soon enough."
Celest Aston: the corners of her mouth turn up just slightly as she
pits both of her hands in her lap.
Anjou: *chuckles softly and murmurs* that's the way
of dogs.....by the way, Jessica. stunning dress tonight. it suits you so very well!
*compliments are always good, right? hrm....well, better than bringing up how to make
crocheted lace......a project she continues*
Celest Aston: ((pits-puts))
Algy Lacey: ((I liked the pits mental image better
*G*))
Tenoch Copil: ((*nods* I was picturing a cage match
between the right and the left))
Ravyn: She smiles to
Anjou. "Why, THANK you! You look..." She smiles. "Comfortable. I wish I
could pull that look off...but you do it so well! I'm jealous!"
Tenoch Copil: His expression is consummately
neutral, nothing to allow anyone to possibly take offense.
Anjou: *laughs openly at the Harpy, without malice*
no, actually, you don't. because then you'd be as plain as i am. and we wouldn't want
that, now would we? *ponders a moment* of course, i wasn't Embraced for my looks....so
nice to have eternity to creat, isn't it?
Anjou: *chuckles* yes, it certainly is. must be a
job fraught with headaches, though. 8her eyes amused as she returns the smile. hers
seeming rather more genuine8
Osterwald Klaus: And as the doors enter theres that
palpable aura of something not quite right in the room, and the figure who enters just
screams wrongness, then theres the smell...
Osterwald Klaus: ((blah doors open...
Osterwald Klaus: The guys got an air of Dick Tracy
about him, theres something about the way he wears that tan trench and black suit, the way
he cocks that hat, or the well polished shoes, he looks like something out of a 20's crime
novel. He's 6'2 and stocky built, this guy fits in this suit. Slightly tanned white skin,
wrinkled in the corners of his mouth and eyes, a strong square jaw lightly stubbled with
flecks of grey, mellow blue eyes gaze out intently and his blonde hairs slick and laquered
back beneath the old detectives hat, he seems like he could be one of those German types.
Hes average really, but theres something unsettling about him, something you
cant quiet place but it makes you very uncomfortable being around him, and then
theres that odd smell of turned peat ((eerie presence, smell of the grave))
Celest Aston: "but the same is ture of critiquers they create
by their words.' she stares at Jessica with a smile playing on her lips
Anjou: *her shoulders twitch slightly......looks
around for the source of her sudden unease......and offers Oster a smile*
Ravyn: Jessica's nose crinkles as Oster enters the room, but her eyes move over to Celest, looking her over appraisingly, a little critically. "I guess so, sure."
Algy Lacey: "Artists and critics exist in a
peculiar love/hate symbiotic relationship. Entirely co-dependent, both phenomenally
powerful in different ways."
Tenoch Copil: His eyes track the man who just enters,
keeping his expression neutral. He's standing against the wall, near Algy and the others,
but he's a short, unremarkable Latino. He's as easily overlooked as any servant.
(Unobtrusive merit)
Anjou: *chuckles* creation of a sort....
Anjou: *nods to Algy, though he can't see it* that's
the truth.
Celest Aston: Quirks an eyebrow at the new person entering the room.
Osterwald Klaus: And he nods in return to the various
faces who acknowledge him, heading to a stand to hang up that trenchcoat and then
appraising the new faces in the room.
Djin: ((*ble*)) *she still just watches and listens,
from her place, the arabian beatury as silent as ever*
Osterwald Klaus: ((per alert to see where all are,))
Osterwald Klaus: 9,3,6,7,3,7,9,9,
Algy Lacey: ((Sure it wasn't just an excuse to roll a
huge number of dice? *G*))
Osterwald Klaus: ((places people?))
Celest Aston: "it is true that. Both Artists and critics are
both srtivingfor perfection." The slight smile stays on her face. There is a twinkle
in her eye like she is warming to the subject.
Anjou: ((*L!* i think you saw God's socks,
there.....in a corner, sitting right near Algy. and Jessica.))
Algy Lacey: ((Sitting in a corner, surrounded by
bitches and ho's.))
Anjou: *smiles encouragingly at Celest* without the
artist, the critic has no purpose. without the critic, the artist has no impetus for
improvement. makes sense to me....
Kenneth Nicholas: ((I
think pretty much everyones in or near that corner. Besides all the unnamed Kindred
milling about. *S*))
Djin: ((Algy is lukcy.... or is he not...?))
Anjou: ((*L* well...An's not a ho, so Jessica must
be. *puts on dog collar and growls fiercely, since she must be a bitch by process of
elimination*))
Algy Lacey: "The critic also reflects the masses.
Without his voice, the artist has none to judge her but herself. The true artist, however,
shouldn't allow any judge to confine her."
: The leggy blond with the short green dress is sitting by heself
away from the others with her back to the wall. Her crystal blue gaze is directed at Algy
and Jessica
Ravyn: ((Just in the
social sense, Anjou. *S*))
Kenneth Nicholas: Finally,
the double doors open, and the Toreador Archon steps out. He's a man in his mid 30's,
5'11", too angular of face to be considered truly attracive, but very physically fit.
He's dressed in a white button-down shirt, collar open and sleeves rolled up. He looks
around the gathered assembly and clears his throat, silently calling for attention and
expecting to be obeyed.
Algy Lacey: He leans back in his seat, looking toward
Nicholas.
Celest Aston: ((The leggy blond is my C....*nails nick back on))
Djin: *Well he gets silent from her part...
surprice, though her eyes move to the man*
Anjou: but still, the artist must pay mind to the
whims of the masses, and there by choose to lessen her art by catering to them. or accept
that she's working above them. *a pause to nibble off the second length of lace and start
once again* personally,i think the former is an unforgiveable crime.
Tenoch Copil: He simply stands there, back to the wall.
Looking as inoffensive as possible.
Osterwald Klaus: Osterwald heads quiet slowly over towards Bitch'n'Ho corner, nodding to those he passes, and pausing a moment "Evening," to Algy, and heading to be seated on a bench near a corner. ((just before archon entry))
Anjou: *looks toward him,her hands slowing on
their work...feeling her way through lace-making rather than watching it*
Celest Aston: Smiles brightly very true. They both go hand in hand.
Osterwald Klaus: He glances up at the Toreador
Archon, but doesnt show huge enthusiasm or interest,
Anjou: *flashes Oster another smile, then returns
her attention tothe Archon*
Ravyn: He smiles
pleasantly at those Kindred assembled in the room. "Ladies and gentlemen. Good to see
so many of the fine Kindred in the city here at Elysium...it's good to see that despite
events of the past year, the city stands stronger then ever."
Celest Aston: "But the critic is most often the voice of the
masses on paper. With the proper use of words they can sway people one way oranother.
*quirks her head to the side
Kenneth Nicholas: ((Gaah...kills
other nick.)) His face grows a little more serious. "As you all know, this year, we
were victim to tragedy, as Eliot, our Prince and a loyal servant of the Camarilla, was
taken from us by a malicious attack. Since that time, there has been no Prince of New
York. Tonight, that changes, and dare I say, for a long time, I hope."
Anjou: *nods silently to Celest, then tilts her
head to listen to Kenneth*
Djin: *contains from sighing, why they can't just go
to the point?, no chit chat first, and continues listening*
Anjou: *eyes widen, hands stopping with the
crocheting*
Osterwald Klaus: Looks up now interested a little
more, slipping a grotty fat cigar into his mouth and lighting it, the smell doesnt even
register with his own overwhelming stink.
Celest Aston: Folds her hands together and replace it with calm
serenity. watching Kenneth, looking him up and down.
Kenneth Nicholas: He pauses for dramatic effect, then smiles. "The Primogen have spoken, and they have chosen a candidate who has served the Camarilla for many years, both here and elsewhere. This candidate is one who, I have no doubt, will strengthen our borders against the Sabbat of New Jersey, and will protect New York, making it a city other Camarilla cities would be proud to emulate." Another pause for effect.
Djin: *Waits.... drama... how Camarilla*
Celest Aston: rolls her eyes heavenward at the dramatization of the
whole process.
Tenoch Copil: He listens attentively, the perfect
amount of deference and obsequiousness mixed in with his expression
Anjou: *tilts her head, waiting calmly*
Osterwald Klaus: He seems to ponder and grin a little
Kenneth Nicholas: He
looks over the inhabitants of the room, then smiles. "Ladies and gentlemen, I present
to you the Prince of New York City...from Clan Nosferatu, Claudius."
Algy Lacey: He offers up polite clapping, clearly
expecting his Clan to behave and do the same.
Djin -> Kenneth Nicholas: ((ohhhhhhhhhhh the RAT! *G*))
Anjou: *both brows raise....slants Oster a small
grin*
Osterwald Klaus: And Osters grin becomes a chuckle as
he hears nodding a little to himself.
Djin: *she looks at the man... that explains a few
things... she keeps on watching and listening*
Tenoch Copil: A slight flicker of a smile crosses his
face, and he claps politely.
Anjou: *she behaves as expected,of course.....her
bluegrey eyes slightly relieved. a Nos Prince isn't so bad. could've been much worse!*
Osterwald Klaus: and oster is replaced by...
Claudius: On cue, he comes
through the double doors. The man standing calmly in front of you carries the wisdom of
ages in his eyes. Approximately 6 feet tall, and sitting a little on the light side at 165
pounds, his face has an serene, almost sanctified feel to it. His features would seem to
suggest an Iberian (Spanish) descent, with dark brown hair that reaches midway down his
neck in a braid, matching eyes, and a very light shade to his skin. He wears a simple
outfit; a plain white button-down shirt, black slacks, and polished black shoes. As he
looks the room over, each person feels his eyes travel over them, picking up every slight
nuance.
Osterwald Klaus: Its at least 6ft but most of
thats a hunched and gnarled mess, long apelike arms with delicate spindly fingers,
its skin is loose and hangs in rough scaly patches, the creatures frame is emaciated to
the point that the ribs are clearly defined, and worse theres things moving under there.
But this all comes second to the face, a hairless skull covered with a papery layer of
skin thats so thin that its near translucent, long batlike ears that are torn in
places, near white eyeballs without a trace of pupils and hugely muscled jaw muscles
supporting a mouth that has to be able to open a foot at least. The thing smells strongly
of wet soil and silage, and just standing near it theres a chill feeling, this
things dead and it shouldnt be walking,
Celest Aston: purses her mouth slightyl before the serene look replaces it again. She claps her hands softly together.
Osterwald Klaus: And that massive maw splits into
a huge grin, and he nods to Claudius joining the clapping with those long hands.
Claudius: He accepts the
applause graciously, with a slight bow, and speaks quickly, in a quiet, though clear,
voice. "Thank you all. I merely have a few things to say. First is the announcement
of positions. Effective immediately, Viktor Blackburn of Clan Tremere holds the position
of Seneschal of New York. He has shown himself capable as the Archon's servire, and he
will surely do so in his new role."
Anjou: *that's....a little scarier. but she
applauds softly, if everyone else is*
Djin: *Quiet,just listening, unable from grin, at
something of it all. *
Tenoch Copil: His expression goes neutral at that, once
again looking attentive to his betters.
Algy Lacey: His lips quirk slightly.
Tenoch Copil: He claps politely, if that's the expected
response.
Claudius: "Also,
Marcel Rolando Romer will continue to hold the joint positions of Sheriff and Primogen for
Clan Brujah. I would not advise crossing him." A faint smile.
Celest Aston: Folds her hands together and listens intently.
Osterwald Klaus: And he continues to smile, watching
his boss become everyones boss, finger tapping gently on one needle sharp tooth.
Claudius: "Sheriff
Romer is expected to announce the appointment of a Scourge soon. All interested applicants
should contact him." He pauses, rather to collect his thoughts then the dramatic
effect Kenneth had.
Djin: *Waits, listens, politics being born, how
nice*
Anjou: *well, that's one post SHE won't be applying
for. perish the very thought!*
Osterwald Klaus: Seems totally disinterested in the
thought of scourging.
Celest Aston: Her eyebrow raises but the rest of her face remains
impassive.
Algy Lacey: Algy Lacey, super-Scourge! Heh. No.
Tenoch Copil: He watches the crowd for a moment,
then looks back toward Claudius.
Algy Lacey: Keeps an ear out for pins dropping.
Osterwald Klaus: one of osters needly pin like teeth
drops to the floor with a clink
Claudius: "My rule
will be a fair and just one, my fellow Kindred. But we must never forget that the Sabbat
are at our throats, a mere river away. We must remain vigilant, and honor the Traditions.
I expect no less from all of you." He falls silent for a moment, and bows slightly
again. "Thank you for your time."
Celest Aston: Claps for a brief few seconds then rises fluidly to
her feet.
Osterwald Klaus: Oster heads casually towards
claudius, as casually as a walking abomination of life can, and keeps an eye on tenoch
Claudius: He smiles
graciously at the applause, and remains where he is, in case immediate business is needed.
He looks toward Tenoch, nodding as he approaches.
Djin -> Claudius: ((Ergs..
just a question.... anything Jamal would have order like-wise for tonight?. And we DID end
up standing on Claudius good side, right?))
Tenoch Copil: Yes, he is the unabashed King of
Brownnosia, as he goes to one knee as if in the presence of actual Royalty, bowing his
head.
Anjou: *applauds polite, with a small
smile...glances to Algy's face, not that she truly expects he'll be so crude as to show
much emotion*
Tenoch Copil: "If it pleases you, a moment? Alone?
At your convienience, of course."
Claudius -> Djin: ((Jamal
would have merely asked Djin to keep watch on the proceedings, and report back. If she
wants, she can try to cultivate some new contacts. He did seem to know that something big
was happening, though he didn't tell Djin what. And yes, the Assamites are on good terms
with Claudius.))
Djin -> Claudius: ((*nods*
cool =) ))thanks
Osterwald Klaus: Oster lingers behind Tenoch, he cant
help but loom, still smiling grotesquely, waiting his turn,
Algy Lacey: He is utterly polite, utterly blank-faced.
His applause fades as soon as is socially acceptable, and he rises to his feet.
Djin: *She reminds in place, the furthermore act is
if Claudious gets to look her way, she nods her head in a signal of respect, not so much
deference, but he would be the City boss. Her eyes then back to scan the rooms for
anyone's reactions and doings*
Celest Aston: Upon hearing Tenoch she sits back down and crosses her
legs.
Claudius: He nods to
Tenoch, nodding. "Of course, Tenoch. Please, rise." He looks to Oster. "Mr.
Klaus...I will be with you in a moment." He gestures to one of the rooms, looking to
Tenoch. "Please, come with me."
Tenoch Copil: He rises and moves quickly and
deferentially wherever Claudius indicates.
Anjou: *eyes Algy*
Osterwald Klaus: Nods and turns with a slight sigh of
contentment, leaning up against the wall by Djin.
Claudius: ((As a side note
to all, all of the more prominent Camarilla Kindred in the city are here, so if anyone
wants to talk with one of them, just PM me, and I'll have 'em come out to play.))
Algy Lacey: He digs out his cane from down the side
of his armchair, and unfolds it, clicking each section delicately into place.
Claudius: He leads Tenoch
to the room, and closes the door behind them.
Djin: *the arabian's beatury turn to Oster, as he
leans up by her side*
Anjou: *murmurs softly to her Primogen* leaving,
sir? or seeking out a quieter corner? *voice calm and cheerful*
Osterwald Klaus: and he simply waits, shes pretty
enough, but he doubts she appreaciates Licks with tube worms and ticks in there ears,
Claudius -> Tenoch Copil: He smiles to Tenoch. "What can I do for you, my friend?"
Tenoch Copil: He glances around, ensuring that they're
alone, and says "Congratulations, your highness."
Djin: ((*blinks* nani?!)) *oddly she nods politedly,
with a faint grin, as her eyes move towards the closed door, then the Toreador primogen,
and back, wagging the chanses to hear what is being told behind that door*
Tenoch Copil -> Claudius: He switches to spanish ~sp~ "I've information on your new Seneschal."
Algy Lacey: Then he tugs his leather gloves on.
"I think I'm done here."
Djin: *she smirks, looking to him and making one had
gesture, as if testing if he'll get it*
Osterwald Klaus: his voice is actually unusually
melodic and calm for the shape of him, not a hint of a hiss or yowl.
Celest Aston: Watches Algy get up and eyes the cane in his hand
sceptically.
Anjou: *a bit hesitantly* would you care for me to
escort you, sir? not that you actually need it. *nibbles her lip, fiddling with the
half-done bit of lace in her lap*
Tenoch Copil -> Claudius: ~sp~ "The Sabbat wish him dead. He was a double agent for them. He helped
arrange the attack on Kensington, but...changed his mind and alerted his people to the
attack."
Osterwald Klaus: he nods to her with another
smile.
Djin: *And she ends up digging a small notpad,
writting and offering to the .. man, probably not moving jsut because she is aware he is
going to tell her off* ((:P))
Osterwald Klaus: He chuckles, reaches into what might
be a pocket... or maybe just skin, and produces a small pencil, writing and handing her it
back,
Celest Aston: Sighs slightly and get's up once more. Looking around
the room she heads toward Algy.
Claudius -> Tenoch Copil: He nods to this. "We are aware, or at least highly suspected, that Viktor
was less innocent then he let on. We were unaware of the Sabbat's subsequent plans against
him, though."
Djin: *she grins more widely, nodding, she knew
it*
Algy Lacey: He laughs softly and offers Anjou his
elbow. "To the door, at least." He's not ashamed of asking for a little help
when he needs it, and a room full of bloody Kindred certainly counts. God knows how many
kooks there are who'd think Primogen-tripping to be the most hilarious thing in ages.
Djin -> Claudius: Kenneth
was the one who gave us the missing, right?
Claudius -> Djin: Yep.
Tenoch Copil -> Claudius: He nods. ~sp~ "I am to ensure their deaths at Camarilla hands, or I
will...more than likely be diablierized. If I do not arrange for a hasty escape. It was
indicated to me I should make a primogen aware of this, and that Bishop Delgado would know
if I failed in this task. I believe it is a test to see if I am a double agent working
against them but I haven't figured out yet how to meet both demands and not...get
promoted. I don't wish to participate in that vile Vaulderie."
Djin -> Claudius: thanks!
Anjou: certainly! *smiles at him and shoves her toys
into her purse* let me get my coat on, if you don't mind? i have to toddle to the store
tonight for more catfood, anyhow......*chuckles*
Djin: *she then tilts her head, and ends up writing
again, handing it on Ost*
Anjou: *once the coat's on, she gently takes
Algy's elbow*
Osterwald Klaus: "I have heard of names,"
he mumbles to Djin, watching Algy. "Guten Abend Mister Lacy"
Celest Aston: As shew get's nearto Algy she clears her throat.
"Excuse me, but are you Mr Lacey?"
Djin: *she nods, writing once more and handing it
over*
Claudius -> Tenoch Copil: He nods. "Entirely understandable. I will inform the Archons of the
information you have given me, and the Primogen, to ensure your survival. As to avoiding
the Vaulderie..." He frowns. "We will find a way, my friend. We will find a
way."
Anjou: *gives oster another warm smile*
Tenoch Copil -> Claudius: He smiles, and nods. "Gracias, senor."
Algy Lacey: The cane pauses a fraction above the
carpet, then rests upon it as he looks to Celest. "I am."
Anjou: *pauses politely*
Claudius -> Tenoch Copil: He smiles. "De nada. Is there anything else to report?"
Tenoch Copil -> Claudius: He shakes his head. "It has been quiet, so far. Although..."
Claudius -> Tenoch Copil: "Yes?"
Algy Lacey: He offers Anjou a smile, then sends a
gloved hand in Celest's direction, quite accurately estimating her height. "A
pleasure, Celest. How long have you been in New York?" His accent is English, London
for those with the ear to tell.
Anjou: *she chuckles softly at the smile and eyes
her newest "sister" with cheerful curioustiy*
Tenoch Copil -> Claudius:
7,6,7,5,
: (open scene?)
Claudius: ((If you would be
able to get into Elysium, yeah.))
Djin: *Her eyes go up to him, grinning and she
mades for the door, stopping at a distacne the guards will notice*
Celest Aston: Takes the gloved hand in her own. " I have been
here a few days, I have passed through before, years ago, but I figured it was time to
move on so I am here." A smile plays at the corners of her mouth. To those around her
she has a slight german accent.
Claudius: One of the guards
looks Djin over. "Can I help you?"
Tenoch Copil -> Claudius: He relates what he overheard about the attack on the mansion of the necromancer.
Djin: *she takes on that notepad, and writes,
offering the paper to the guard*
: (slinks away)
Djin -> Claudius: Mr.
Kenneth, please?
Algy Lacey: He nods, bowing his head to kiss Celest's
knuckles lightly, before straightening once more, his curls bouncing lightly as he moves.
"Well I hope you choose to stay, at least a while." He smiles warmly at her.
Osterwald Klaus: Chuckles looking at Djin, but those
bat like ears catch the sound of a fellow German, and he glances that way briefly.
Anjou: *waits for an appropriate point to introduce
herself to Celest*
Claudius: The guard looks at the note, and nods to Djin. "One moment...I'll see if he's available." He opens the door and moves inside, while the other guard keeps a close eye on the girl.
Djin: *she nods and waits, patiently, just an
innocent arabian beauty...* ((G))
Tenoch Copil -> Claudius: After he finishes, he nods, and tells Claudius he'll be on his way, unless he
needs him for anything?
Celest Aston: " Definatly for a while. I will let youget on
your way and how to see you again soon." Shebows she head and moves off to the side.
"It was a pleasure to meet you as well." She inclines her head towards Anjou.
Claudius -> Tenoch Copil: He nods. "Thank you for that information. You have proven yourself once
again to us. I am in your debt."
Anjou: i'm Anjou...*murmurs softly* pleasure to
meet you as well....
Algy Lacey: He nods to Celest. "Another time.
When we both ~have~ time." He smiles and nods once more, then offers Anjou his elbow
again.
Claudius -> Tenoch Copil: "That is all." He nods to him. "Be careful, my friend. I fear this
is not over yet. Any of it."
Tenoch Copil -> Claudius: He nods. "I always take care."
Celest Aston: "Certantly." Smiles at Algy
Anjou: *takes his elbow and grins widely to Celest,
bluegrey eyes at once curious and warm...and carefully begins to help him thread through
the milling throng*
Tenoch Copil: He lets himself out of the private room,
glancing around at those who are waiting, bowing an apology to them.
Kenneth Nicholas: He
comes out from behind the door, smiling as he looks to Djin. "My dear. You wanted to
see me?"
Algy Lacey: The stick lifts once more, and he heads
for the exit, sweeping the ground ahead, occasionally touching down on the carpet itself
to ensure there are no banana peels or sudden drops.
Claudius: He moves out of
the room, nodding toward Oster.
Djin: *she nods her head, both as a sinlent
salute and a 'yes', she then writes something and hands the note to the man*
Celest Aston: Turns around and heads back to her spot near the wall
winding her way silently through the others.
Djin -> Kenneth Nicholas: on regard to that task...
Algy Lacey: At the exit he pauses to kiss Anjou's
cheek, then he murmurs to her.
Anjou: *keeps an eye out for spontaneously-appearing
ankles as well....*
Anjou: *chuckles at the peck on the cheek and
listens*
Osterwald Klaus: He walks to Claud offering a long
and near skeletal hand warmly, grin on his face,
Tenoch Copil: He glances around, seeing Djin with
Nicholas, and the others in their positions, then quietly lets himself out of the
apartment, careful not to make it appear as if he's pursuing Algy.
Algy Lacey: He lifts an eyebrow at Anjou.
"Stop by my office." Then he heads out.
Anjou: *murmurs back to him, with an impish grin
that suggests she just said something lightly flirtatious*
Kenneth Nicholas: He
looks at the note, and nods to Djin. "Ahh, yes." He looks at the dusky-skinned
woman quietly.
Tenoch Copil: And when Algy stops at the door with
Anjou he slips past him and is ~gone~
Kenneth Nicholas -> Djin: ~TP~ "How does the task go, my dear? Have you uncovered anything?"
Djin: *well if he wants that here, she writes
again, for a slight moment now, before handing the note back*
Anjou: *smiles warmly and murmurs assent* have a
good evening, sir. give Samson a nice pat or three from me. *waits until the door closes,
then looks about for Oster and Celest...Oster's a bit busy, so she orients on the girl*
Djin -> Kenneth Nicholas: No, the Tremere is unfindable. I followed one leads to the bars of Jersey, but I
found nothing ((As I falied the investigation roll)). and Mister Ammon has proven to be
elussive. Would you have an adress I can find him at?
Djin: *though then she blinks a moment, frowning
lightly at something but letting it go*
Kenneth Nicholas: He
frowns, and nods at that, scribbling a tiny bit before handing it back to her.
Claudius: "Mr.
Klaus." He nods to Oster slightly as he approaches.
Celest Aston: Watches the room around her.
Anjou: *when she's a bit closer to the girl, she
smiles cheerfully* Celest? Mr. Lacey asked me to give you something....assuming i can find
it. *chuckles softly*
Djin -> Kenneth Nicholas: ((Kenneth dind't give any name, did he? just the lead of that they might have
been from JErsey...?))
Djin: *she then writes another bit and hands the
note *
Djin -> Kenneth Nicholas: The new Prince does not change or adds to the investigation?
Kenneth Nicholas -> Djin: ~TP~ "I do not, I am afraid...the man is fairly elusive. Your best bet may
be to find him at the Anarch's Headquarters...the Nevermore."
Osterwald Klaus: "I just thought that I
should offer the congratulations of the Clan Nosferatu, My boss said he had some sort of
coronation to be at or he would tell you himself." nods that smile still there, and
looks around, "I guess thats it, you probably have more important guests to see, tell
me if theres anything you need from the low clan.."
Djin: *she nods, frowning, considering something*
Kenneth Nicholas -> Djin: ~TP~ "He does not change the investigation, no. Claudius is, however, aware
of the situation, and you may contact him further in regards to it. It is his city
now."
Celest Aston: Looks up at Anjou a smile on her face.
"Oh?" Quirks an eyebrow " Please sit while you search." Waves her hand
to a nearby chair.
Anjou: thank you! *she chirps happily, seating
herself to rummage through that ridiculously large bag of wonders she calls a purse. you
could hide the state of Texas in that thing.*
Djin: *and nods again, adding a quik write more,
before nodding her head*
Djin -> Kenneth Nicholas: alright, thank you
Claudius: He smiles faintly. "We are not low, Osterwald. Thank you for the congratulations, though."
Osterwald Klaus: "any requests?" motioning to the piano and nodding, understanding Claudius,
Djin: *she'll look to him, maybe, just maybe
taken by surpriced by the gesture, but nods to him, diping her head just slightly more*
Anjou: *chuckles softly--when she said her anme
before,she must've spoken too quietly for this noisy room. obviously Celest didn't hear
her* i'm Anjou.
Claudius: He smiles a
little. "Surprise me."
Osterwald Klaus: "sure, enjoy your 'Special
night' " and he heads to the long piano, dislodging a harpy in the process.
Osterwald Klaus: considers a second, smiles to
himself and cracks all of those finger, making an acceptably horrid noise.
Celest Aston: Takes the card in her hand. Nods to Anjou. "Thank
you, Anjou. It is good to have this." She slips the card into the clutch purse at her
side.
Djin -> Kenneth Nicholas: *snugs* told you I was starting to forget details.. damm it! I need to do
something on this soon1 =( ))
Kenneth Nicholas -> Djin: ((S'okie. *Hugzes*))
Claudius: He smiles at
Oster and moves to a chair, taking a seat, his posture perfect. There in case anyone needs
to speak with him.
Djin: *so nods to the man, and starts moving away,
considering, before casually stoping 'near' Claudius*
Anjou: more than welcome. mmm, Mr. Lacey did ask me
to relay another message. if you don't mind the company, i'll be back in just a moment?
Osterwald Klaus: and then he begins to play.
Osterwald Klaus: 4,5,1,6,7,3,3,3,
Djin: ((oi))
Celest Aston: " But of course. I still need to make
introductions as well." Nods towards Claudius.
Osterwald Klaus: amd its an exceptable rendition of
The Adams Family..
Kenneth Nicholas: He
heads back behind the double doors.
Claudius: He nods to Djin
as she approaches.
Anjou: *nods cheerfully* oh, yes....mmm, i guess
i should,too. little bit nerve-wracking for me. *chuckles* i deal just fine with regular
folks, but rank scares me! *grins* well....we could wander over there together,if you
like. make our introductions in turn...? although i need to give someone a message right
wuick, first, before i forget.
Djin: *she dips her head once, grinning somewhat,
writing something and offering it*
Celest Aston: Puts a finger to her ear and rubs her ear, at the
sound of the piano. "Go and deliver your message, then we will do introductions
together. It will lessen the fear and tension."Smiles and winks at Anjou.
Claudius: He takes the
piece of paper from Djin with a nod, reading it.
Anjou: *grins widely to Celest* wnderful..i'll be
right back....*braving the music, she rises and wanders over tostand beside the piano so
that Oster'd have to be blind not to see her.*
Djin -> Claudius: ((he!))
Congratulations.
Osterwald Klaus: 3,7,4,8,9,7,5,6,
Claudius: He reads it, and
smiles. "Thank you, my dear. It is most appreciated."
Osterwald Klaus: and as suddenly as it had started
the Adams family fades and is replaced by beethovens ninth symphony, played pretty dammned
masterfully. he nods to Anjou "good evening miss"
Djin: *she grins, nodding then, writes one other
note, and offers*
Djin -> Claudius: On
the services we are lending currently, anything you may want to add Sir? ((well she isn't
offering for free something else ;) ))
Claudius: He shakes his
head. "Not at this time. I will contact you if I do wish to add anything
further."
Celest Aston: She smiles and leans back as Beethovens 9th plays.
Djin: *she nods, tiping her head once more, once
that deatl, stepping behind*
Anjou: *beams at the music, sighing happily* oh,
that's just lovely, Mr. Klaus. mmmm, Mr. Lacey said that he'd get up with you asap, and
that he apologizes for this evening. he had unavoidable business.
Djin -> Claudius: ((snugs
=( I am gonna be called for souper anytime now... so I might as well stay low or head off
*huggiesh*))
Osterwald Klaus: "ah of course," he
nods, head swaying to his music, "Its nothing, when he wrote this piece he made it
easy to enjoy.. I will see Mr Lacey presently."
Claudius -> Djin: ((Okie!))
Djin -> Claudius: thanks
lots for the scene and sorry to bail early =(
Djin: *And she so m oves on to the back, once mroe
jsut watching and listening, till is time to go* ((speaking of.. gotta go for souper! =(
))
Claudius -> Djin: ((No
problem, we've winded down anyway. *Hugzes*))
Anjou: *nods cheerfully* ok. i just wanted to
tell you before i forgot......*smiles* i like Beethoven, but...*lowers her voice to a
mock-whisper, eyes sparkling* i must admit to a fondness for Berlioz.....particularly the
Symphonie Fantastique. just gorgeous, perfect for when i've gotten stuck ona project.
Djin -> Claudius: *snugs*
oki! seey alaters *snugs and fades for now*
Osterwald Klaus: "hmm" he concentrates, and
closes his eyes a second, (1 wp here)
Osterwald Klaus: 3,2,4,4,10,2,6,9,
Osterwald Klaus: 8,
Osterwald Klaus: and yes, hes got that, the Symphonie
Fantastique in all its orchestraless glory,
Claudius: He smiles at
Oster's piano playing skills, listening appreciatively.
Anjou: oh! *delighted, she listens, coming rather
close to purring with glee, eyes riveted to those skeletal fingers flickering across the
keyboard*
Celest Aston: Watches Oaterwald and Anjou, as the music changes yet
again.
Anjou: *pixielike face openly displays her pleasure
in the music as she leans gently against the piano...her grin brightening her features*
Osterwald Klaus: Closes his eyes and just plays,
remembering the music in his head, and trying his hardest to enact it, "So.. do you
play Miss Anjou?" very quietly.
Claudius: While the two
talk, he conducts some quick business with some of the other denizens of Elysium, though
he'll surely be ready for the others when they approach.
Anjou: mmmmmm.......*it takes her a few moments to
respond, as she's caught up in the music* sadly, no. i fiddle with the zither, but i'm not
good at it at all. i just appreciate a well-played piece of beautiful music...*sighs
wistfully*
Celest Aston: She stands up flips her hair back over her shoulder.
Holds her purse and walks over to Anjou and Oster.
Celest Aston: "Escuse me, Anjou, maybe while the wonderful
music plays, we should introduce ourselves." Inclines her head towards the Prince.
Anjou: *closes her eyes, letting the music fill her*
Osterwald Klaus: He opens his eyes again confidant in
himself again, "do you practise?" his eyes fall on the new member of the court,
as she approaches.
Anjou: *and promptly jumps when Celest speaks* eep!
oh, dear! i do apologize, Celest! *gives the girl a sheepish smile,then turns to give
Oster a warm, sweet smile* thank you, Mr. Klaus. i've never heard anyone play it better
live than you have.
Anjou: *grins a bit* mmm, not like i should, sadly.
i fear i'll never be any good at playing. *chuckles softly*
Celest Aston: smiles at Anjou. "It's quite alright, I do
also enjoy music." Smiling at Oster "It's a beautiful piece."
Osterwald Klaus: He chuckles to himself as Celest
speaks, "Jah you had better escape Anjou, Claudius will be happier whilst the Monster
plays his ballads." shaking his head a little.
Osterwald Klaus: "thank you" he smiles
"~Ger~ And do I have the honor of meeting a compatriot?"
Anjou: *chuckles to Oster* Beauty and the Beast. but
how to tell which is which sometimes,yes? *grins impishly and braces herself before
nodding to Celest, motioning toward Claudius*
Celest Aston: "Yes introductions." She nods to Oster and
turns to head across the room with Anjou.
Anjou: *gives Oster another smile as she drifts
across the room toward the Prince
Claudius: His business
finished with the others, he looks in Celest and Anjou's directions.
Anjou: *offers Claudius a slightly nervous smile and
a respectful bob of her head*
Celest Aston: From over her shoulder"~G~ yes you do have that
honor. I will return shortly." Wwith a smile she returns to hger course.
Celest Aston: Inckines her head to Claudius. "Good eve and
Congradulations."
Anjou: *nods* good evening, sir....mayi also offer
congratualtions?
Claudius: He gives the
gracious nod to them both, standing up. "Thank you to both of you. What may I do for
you?"
Celest Aston: Smiles down to Anjou hoping to bolster her
confidence, before returning her gaze to Claudius.
: ((Room for one more fashionably late arrival? *G*))
Claudius: ((Always, long as
your arrival could get into Elysium. *S*))
Celest Aston: "I am here to make my introduction to you since I
am new here in New York."
Anjou: *gives Celest and encouraging smile before
replying to the Prince* we just wanted to formally introduce ourselves, sir, as is proper.
i'm Anjou Arden Smith, of the Roses....
Osterwald Klaus: And much to the distaste of the
Harpies the shrivled bat thing continues to sit at the piano, and he revels in it, feeling
a little more at home in elysium this evening.
Alec Golden: *arrives late, but at least he gets there,
strangely dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal grey suit, deep maroon silk dress shirt
and no tie, his hair tied back in a loose ponytail, his bright blue eyes scanning the room
curiously*
Claudius: He nods.
"Miss Smith...thank you for the courtesy." He looks over to Celest. "And
you must be Miss Aston."
Osterwald Klaus -> Claudius: ((Id have to take oster out right, to bring in cassie?))
Claudius: As Alec enters,
the room is abuzz of the news...the Nosferatu Primogen, Claudius, has become Prince of New
York City. Claudius, for his part, is near the far end of the room, speaking quietly with
Anjou and Celest.
Claudius -> Osterwald Klaus: ((Yep.))
Anjou: *smiles politely, relieved at having
completed the scary task of introducing herself....taking a halfstep back so Celest's
slightly in front now*
Celest Aston: "That I am. I see you recieved the information
that I was going to be here. " Smiles contently with herself.
Claudius: He smiles
faintly. "Indeed, Miss Aston. It is my business to know. Welcome to New York."
He looks the both of them over. "I see that you are both acquainted with your
Primogen. And I trust I can count upon you both to uphold the Traditions?"
Anjou: *nods* of course, sir. *smiles*
Osterwald Klaus: and the symphony ends, Oster sighs a
little sadly, rising from the piano, and checking a grimey wrist watch.
Alec Golden: *pauses at the edge of the room, watching
the small group speaking with the prince*
Anjou: *looks over as the music fades, and gives
oster a smile that brightens her dreamy bluegrey eyes*
Celest Aston: Nods her head in acknoledgment"But of course we
will."Smiles a bit brighter
Alec Golden: *inclines head in respect at Oster's
playing, what he caught of it anyways*
Osterwald Klaus: he scratches his huge jaw as he
seems to think, dislodging a coin sized bug as he does so, and looks to claudius and his
conversation.
Claudius: He nods.
"Good. Enjoy your time in the city, as long as it may be. It is excellent to have you
both."
Alec Golden: *steps a little closer to the group and
waits to be acknowledged, not being so bold as to "demand" the Prince's
attention*
Anjou: thank you, sir....*gives hm another deeply respectful nod, recognizing a dismissla when she hears one....withdraws, pausing to grin impishly at Alec*
Celest Aston: "Thank you, I will." Inclines her head
" We will let you get back to your business."
Alec Golden: *smiles at Anjou and speaks softly* Good
evening. *quick wink*
Claudius: He smiles to them
both, then turns his head to look at Alec.
Osterwald Klaus: Oster approaches and nods to
Claudius again "I believe it is time for me to leave sir, pay a visit to uncle
Jan" sighing a little.
Anjou: *makes her way back to Oster* thank you
again, sir.....mmm...*checks her own watch, after scratching off a spot of paint* i need
to get to the store before it closes. Bandi needs some old-folks catfood....*chuckles*
Osterwald Klaus -> Claudius: ((oster will use the term uncle jan to mean sabbat, and will have done with Claud
in the past. if that ok?))
Alec Golden: *looks up at Claudius and gives him the
Oriental waist bow* Good evening sir. I hear that congratulations are in order.
Celest Aston: Turns to head away. Smiles when she spots Alec, and
nod to him.
Claudius -> Osterwald Klaus: ((Sounds good to me))
Anjou: *or....would've said that, if he hadden
started talking to the Prince....grins around the room as a whole, waving to Celest, Alec,
and Oster, and slips on out. the Great Catfood Quest begins! story at nine*
Alec Golden: *gives a quick nod and smile to Celest as
she passes*
Claudius: He smiles to
Alec. "Thank you, Mr. Golden."
Celest Aston: Watches Alec and Claudius.
Alec Golden: *he backs away a couple of steps and then
turns, fading back into the group of people in the Elysium*
Claudius: After Alec moves
away, he turns to some others, addressing some business with them. Keeping alert, though,
as always.
Celest Aston: Waits to see where Alec ends up.
Alec Golden: *mingles his way through the crowd until
he is against a wall, where he leans and goes back to his second favorite
pasttime...people watching*
Osterwald Klaus -> Claudius: ((Did I miss a reply?))
Claudius -> Osterwald Klaus: ((Ahh, crap, no. My bad.))
Celest Aston: Smoothly get'sup and walks to Alec. She turns and puts
her back to the wall beside him "We meet again."
Claudius: He looks to
Osterwald, nodding. "Go ahead, Mr. Klaus. Say hello for me."
Alec Golden: *chuckles softly* That we do Miss
Aston. Pleasure to meet you again. *glances at her with a smile* And how are you this fine
evening?
Osterwald Klaus: He nods "Do you wish word to
get out?" heading to the door.
Claudius: He nods. "I
have another working on it, but the more word, the better."
Celest Aston: Crosses her arms" I am doing well, and
yourself?" Glances over to Alec "Did everyone get to bed on time?"
Alec Golden: Very well thank you. *he grins* And yes,
everyone got to bed just fine.
Osterwald Klaus: "Jah, I will speak with you
soon," he nods and leaves, the room suddenly feeling so much calmer, but the stench
lingering.
Celest Aston: "That is good....." looks around the room
"It seems that the party is dying down. Any plans for tonight?"
Cassie Raines: The looks around the room seem to fall
on the young woman in red, eyes captivated by her jet black hair with her pale skin, this
makes her seem angelic. She looks about 24-25, 5'8 and shes slim, the tight open
backed dress shows of her curvy figure leaving very little to the imagination. Her
features are vaguely European of Italian decent, and although the word beautiful is often
overused, in her case its inadequate. Her hair is perfectly straight and tied into a long
ponytail. The angels skin is milky white and her eyes seem large with long dark
lashes, those eyes are dark chocolaty brown but they appear to sparkle when she smiles.
Her features are small and her hair frames her face, making it seem slimmer and perfectly
symmetrical. The mouth is small and her lips always seem to be playing on a smile with
perfectly straight pearly white teeth.
Alec Golden: *looks at his watch* Not so far. Just got
back into town.
Cassie Raines: and Cassie enters elysium, shes
confidant tonight, eyes daring harpies to come up and piss her off.
Celest Aston: Quirks an eyebrow."Back into town?
Well.."Looks at Cass. "maybe a night on the town is approprate."
Alec Golden: *chuckles softly* Night's on the town with
me have proven to be....interesting. What did you have in mind? *nods a greeting to Cass*
Cassie Raines: She nods to Alec, pauses, giving a
smile and a chuckle towards Celeste and then heads towards Claudius, "My
Prince," she curtsies, that cheeky little grin given to Claud.
Claudius: He smiles warmly
to Cassie, speaking in his soft voice. "Good evening, Miss Raines. How are you?"
Celest Aston: "Smiles at cass as she answers Alec "Out I
haven't been here too long, you must know the city pretty well. I havren't been here in
yearsand that was just for a few days."
Alec Golden: *laughs* I have been here for two weeks,
and other than the club and surrounding neighborhood, I am clueless.
Alec Golden: Of course. *chuckles at some private
joke at this* No matter the cost.
Cassie Raines: "good" she seems to take
this as a yes anyway, "Is my chief here tonight?" the fact that claud is prince
seems to mean very little to her in how she puts questions.
Claudius: He nods.
"He is. I will go retrieve him for you. I wish to head home, anyway." He gives
Cassie a smile, and stands up, bowing slightly to her before heading to the double doors.
Celest Aston: Nods accent" but of course, wouldn't wantto get
intotrouble so soon."
Cassie Raines: and as Claud goes to see Marcel Cassie
turns and smiles to alec, and she head over if they arent in deep conversation, the Brujah
moves like a cat.
Alec Golden: *laughs softly* Oh I dunno...only took me
a few days in town to get into trouble. *winks at Cass as he says this* Right?
Claudius: He slips through
the double doors.
Cassie Raines: "Sure kid," she smiles as
he leans in and wraps an arm around him, quick peck on his cheek.
Alec Golden: *slips an arm around her waist and returns
the peck on the cheek* My guardian angel. *chuckles softly*
Cassie Raines: "oww." she smiles replying
to alec, raising an eyebrow to Celest as "you always have the nicest words..."
Alec Golden: *he smiles* Some people make the words
come to mind so much easier .
Celest Aston: Smiles at Cassie."He seems to have a nack for
nice words to people. Howare you doing Cassie?"
Cassie Raines: "Im doing totally and absolutely
fine Miss.. Aston?" she thinks, "~G~ but maybe we should be introduced."
Celest Aston: "Naw Alec you could never get into trouble."
A mischevious twinkle appears in her eyes
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
pushes open the double doors and steps out of the room. He is a well-sized black man of
about 35 years of age, standing just over six-feet tall and quite muscular at around 220
pounds. With his shaved head, well-trimmed goatee, and professional dress, he looks like a
bodyguard, or perhaps a leg-breaker of some kind. His clothes consist of a white dress
shirt and black slacks, red tie, and a black vest, with an olive-green trenchcoat over it
all. A small silver loop is in his left ear. He walks with the confidant steps of a man
who knows that anyone who tries to start shit with him will not be the one to end it.
Alec Golden: *just laughs warmly at that* I
appreciate your confidence.
Cassie Raines: and hearing the door she turns, giving
a nod and a smile to the big black guy moving through the rapidly parting field of lesser
harpies.
Alec Golden: *inclines head in gesture of respect to
Marcel*
Celest Aston: "That is good to hear." slips casually into
German "~G~ we wereintroduced, not compleatly formally but what will be will be.
Pleas call me Celest."
Cassie Raines: ((..black man, then moving..))
Celest Aston: Looks to the parting sea of Kindred and loo9ks the man
upand down. Her lips quirk up knowledge dawning in her eyes.
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
parts the Harpies and moves over to Cassie. "Yo. S'up?" He glances to Celest and
Alec, then back to her.
Cassie Raines: "I wanted to talk to you about this business with the new prince, I know hes looking for a scourge," she looks up at his eyes preparing herself if he laughed at this, "Id like to see if I could handle it,"
Alec Golden: *just stands and watches the room
quietly*
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
grins a little. "Actually, that's my domain, but yeah, I'm looking." He flicks a
match and takes out a a cigar, lighting it with a steady hand.
Celest Aston: The smile falls way to the impassivness of her face.
As she listend to the conversation.
Cassie Raines: Cass paused and thought to herself a
minute, and then proceeded slowly, "If your happy with my decision to try, as my
primogen, and you are willing to let me try, as the sheriff, then I want to put my name up
for scourge." , the beautiful young lady spoke calmy, she really seems a little small
for those who didnt know her,
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
puffs on the cigar, and looks at her. "A'ight. So what makes you think you can do the
job?" He looks at her, arms folded over his chest.
Celest Aston: She looks between Cass and Marcel then backm to Cass
giving her a slight smile.
Cassie Raines: "So far Ive helped alec here, I
spotted anjou," she considered, "but to be honest, I hate watching the new ones
fuck up and risking us and the masquerade. I think Im strong enough, and I can train
harder, I think I just need to work on a little more observational skills and Ill be right
there," she kept her eyes on him, "And 'sides, Im a Brujah and dedicated."
Marcel Rolando Romer: "Just bein' a Brujah ain't gonna get you the job, Raines. Our clan is merit-based, not nepotism-based." He looks her over, considering. "However, I'll put you on my list of consideration." He grins.
Cassie Raines: "I basically just meant in
comparison to a tremere.." she shrugs "but thanks, Did you deal with that
Kid?"
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
nods. "Yeah, I made sure he was fine. Kid wasn't even a Lick, though. Fuckin'
dhampir." He shakes his head, amazed.
Alec Golden: *eyes a few of the harpies, then scans the
room once more*
Cassie Raines: ((int kindred lore))
Cassie Raines: 1,8,6,5,5,
Celest Aston: "Mr Romer." she pauses..." I am Celest
Aston." holds out her hand. "How many are there for your consideration for this
position?"
Marcel Rolando Romer: The
Harpies are ignoring the foursome, currently talking among themselves over the day's
revelations.
Cassie Raines: "thats something to do with the
15th generation" her eyes narrowing, "I dont really know much there."
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
looks to Celest. "Depends. You got skills?"
Alec Golden: *watches the trio chat, just waiting*
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
looks to Cassie. "It's the mortal child of a Thin-Blood. Kinda like a natural-born
ghoul." He shakes his head. "And a real problem, sometimes."
((OOC: J_CAT)): ((Two brand spanking new approved fangers looking to
come IC in a bit. Would it be amiss for them to show up in here (I assume this is Elysium)
as new arrivals in the city or would they not have found it yet?))
Alec Golden: ((OOoooohhhh....fresh meat! *looks at
clock* Ahhh crap...and I cannot hang around all night and mess wit em.))
Celest Aston: Smiles "Plenty and if you need referances I'll
give that to you as well."
Cassie Raines: "shit." she shakes her head,
a little incredulous, "so thin bloods can fuck?"
Marcel Rolando Romer: ((Go
ahead, you two crazy kids. *G* BTW, all...as a side note, check out the following
link...new FAQ, for you vampy folks.
http://www.wodnyc.net/modules.php?name=FAQ&myfaq=yes&id_cat=14&categories=Vampiric+Who%27s+Who))
((OOC: J_CAT)): ((Ok... last question... um... how do I get rid of
this tag?))
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
raises an eyebrow to Celest. "References? Shit, this ain't some job interview."
He looks her over. "Tell ya what. I'll keep an eye on you." It doesn't
necessarily sound like that's a GOOD thing.
Alec Golden: ((Hit change nick button))
Marcel Rolando Romer: ((Hit
the "Change Nick" button below "Roll" under the text box.))
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
nods to Cassie. "Apparently so. Fucked up, isn't it?"
Cassie Raines: "Yes.." she nods, she
sighs and rolls her eyes. "Damnit whats up these days,"
Celest Aston: "It just changes the line of thinking and how we
do things." Smiles at Cass
Cassie Raines: "no..." she smiles to
Celest, "Its Fucked up."
Celest Aston: "you could say that then yes."
Marcel Rolando Romer: He chuckles.
"Sounds like Aston here ain't used to Brujah talk, Cass."
Alec Golden: *looks up at Marcel* Excuse me, Mr. Romer?
Celest Aston: "Cassie if you really want this job, maybe I can
help in some way, be of use to you."Shrugs her sholder slightly.
Celest Aston: "I don't widh to step on any toes,being new here
and all."
Cassie Raines: "Its easy really," she
chuckles giving Celest a wink.
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
looks over at Alec. "Yeah, Golden?"
Alec Golden: Do you know anything about this new
Ventrue coming to town? If they are going to be in charge, I'd like to know anything I can
about them before they get here. *grins* I don't like people I don't know speaking for me.
Celest Aston: "Smiles at Marcel"I am used to Brujah talk
among other things."
Cassie Raines: "Celest I dont mind if you want
to try, fairs fair, If your better than me your welcome to it." totally honest.
Sebastian Ainsworth: *He practically glides into the
room, a woman who could almost be his twin entering a half step behind. Long strawberry
blonde hair is tied back in a severe ponyyail and round black sunglasses balance on the
end of his nose. He's devestatingly good looking in an effeminiate, slender and twenty
something sort of way. A rich looking beige sweater covers his torso and a pair of will
fit khakis hug his legs.*
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
shakes his head. "Don't know anything about a new Venture, though I know Claud wants
a full Primogen council as soon as possible. We'll have to see."
Alec Golden: *nods* If there is any difficulty in
their arrival, I would offer to take the position of Primogen.
Viola Ainsworth: *following right behind Sebastian
is a twenty-something woman in a chocolate-brown turtleneck, and a pair of narrow black
pants. Her strawberry blonde hair is pulled back in a loose bun*
Marcel Rolando Romer: He chuckles. "I bet you would." He shakes his head. "Ever been a
Primogen, kid?"
Celest Aston: Grins at Alec's comment.
Alec Golden: *shakes head* No, I have not. But at the
moment, I cannot think of a better qualified Ventrue in the city. *grins*
Sebastian Ainsworth: *It's clear he's looking for
something in particular as his head turns about the room, the intensity of his gaze
unhindered by the tinted black sunglasses.*
Sebastian Ainsworth: ((Physical Desciptions of the
current occupants of Elysium would be lovely.))
Viola Ainsworth: *she sighs a little, stepping up
beside Sebastian* What is it?
Cassie Raines: The looks around the room seem to fall
on the young woman in red, eyes captivated by her jet black hair with her pale skin, this
makes her seem angelic. She looks about 24-25, 5'8 and shes slim, the tight open
backed dress shows of her curvy figure leaving very little to the imagination. Her
features are vaguely European of Italian decent, and although the word beautiful is often
overused, in her case its inadequate. Her hair is perfectly straight and tied into a long
ponytail. The angels skin is milky white and her eyes seem large with long dark
lashes, those eyes are dark chocolaty brown but they appear to sparkle when she smiles.
Her features are small and her hair frames her face, making it seem slimmer and perfectly
symmetrical. The mouth is small and her lips always seem to be playing on a smile with
perfectly straight pearly white teeth.
Alec Golden: *shoulder length black hair loosely tied
back in a ponytail, about six foot tall and lean, dressed in a perfectly tailored charcoal
grey suit and maroon silk dress shirt with no tie, light blue eyes and an easy smile*
Marcel Rolando Romer: ((He's
a a well-sized black man of about 35 years of age, standing just over six-feet tall and
quite muscular at around 220 pounds. With his shaved head, well-trimmed goatee, and
professional dress, he looks like a bodyguard, or perhaps a leg-breaker of some kind. His
clothes consist of a white dress shirt and black slacks, red tie, and a black vest, with
an olive-green trenchcoat over it all. A small silver loop is in his left ear. He walks
with the confidant steps of a man who knows that anyone who tries to start shit with him
will not be the one to end it.))
Sebastian Ainsworth: Looking dear Sister... *He
reaches back and wraps an affectionate arm around her waist* One always has to keep your
eyes out for... *His voice trails off.* Oh... my... god... *His free hand flys to Viola's
wrist*
Marcel Rolando Romer: That
actually draws a chuckle out of him. "Kid, if you can get and keep the position, then
bully for you...you deserve it. Good luck with that." He looks across the room at
Viola and Sebastian.
Alec Golden: *standing in a small group with Celest,
Cass and Marcel, looking at Marcel and grinning slightly*
Celest Aston: Her height is magnified by the latest Jimmy
Choos on her feet escalating her to over 6 feet tall. Her long legs are accentuated
by the mid thigh length green dress that emphasizes her slim sleek body. Her red lips hide
the smile hidden behind the cool aloof exterior, with high cheekbones and a patrician
nose. Her crystal blue eyes brush over you her eyes show that they might be clear and deep
as the ocean with almost as many mysteries in its depths. Her blond hair falls loosly down
to the middle of her back. hint of a tattoo peeks above her dress as her mid-back length
hair falls into place like a curtain closing signaling the end of a play. But what exactly
did you see?
Alec Golden: *nods* Thank you sir. *follows his gaze to
the pair* And good evening. *chuckles* Have fun.
Sebastian Ainsworth: I have to have him Vi... Look
at him... he's magnificent. I have to have him. Tell me I can have him... *The young man
practically purrs*
Celest Aston: "Cassie did you want some competition for this
position?" Quirks her eyebrow as she looks back towards Marcel then to Cassie
Sebastian Ainsworth: *It slowly becomes clear that
Sebastian is staring at Marcel*
Alec Golden: *glances at his watch* Ahh damn, just
as things look interesting....*inclines his head to the group* I have to leave. Murphy's
Law and whatnot.
Viola Ainsworth: Norrrmally, *she drawls* I would
tell you that you could certainly have whoever you liked, but I'll recommend a little
more, hmm, circumspection, given our current location, my dear 'Bastian.
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
looks at Sebastian, his brow furrowing. "S'cuse me, kids." Said to Celest &
Cassie without looking at them. He turns and starts walking toward the duo.
Cassie Raines: Cassie looks to Celest a little
confused, "not really, Id rather not have to, but Ill go either way." turning to
look at Sebastian.
Celest Aston: Pouts at Alec." Oh well, we'll have some fun
another time then."
Alec Golden: *smiles with a wink* Oh...I am sure we
will at some point.
Sebastian Ainsworth: Of course, dear Sister of course,
I would be lost without you. *He suddenly regains his composure and leans in to give her a
peck on the lips... which lasts... slightly too long.* Well... let's do say hello. *And
with that he hurries across the floor forward to meet Marcel.* Good evening sir... good
evening... you'll forgive me if I seem forward but... you're just -perfect- and I have to
ask... *He leans in* Have you ever wanted to be in pictures?
Celest Aston: "Promiss?" Smiles "Well then I can't
wait to see you again."
Marcel Rolando Romer: That
throws him...actually throws him for a loop. "Pictures? 'the fuck you talkin'
about?"
Alec Golden: *chuckles softly* I never promise....can't
be tied down. *grins and makes his way to the door*
Alec Golden: *opens the doors and slips out and
disappears*
Viola Ainsworth: *Viola is left to, once again,
follow after Sebastian, hardly hurrying. She gives the room a good look around while
Sebastian makes his introductions, absently running her tonguetip once over her lips*
Cassie Raines: follows Marcel, also a little
confused.
Sebastian Ainsworth: Movies... my dear man.
*Sebastian's voice is suddenly very low, his thin smile looking fit to charm birds out of
tree.* Showbusiness... Have you ever wanted to be in a movie? It's not a big part... or a
big film... but it calls for a big man and you are... *A sound almost like a growl escapes
Seb's lips* perfect.
Viola Ainsworth: *chuckling a little, Viola slips an
arm through Sebastian's* Now, give the man a chance to answer, won't you?
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
shakes his head, a combination of amusement and disdain on his face. "Naah. Sheriffs
don't usually end up on film." He looks them over. "Who are you, again?"
Celest Aston: watches the new group form. Waits by the wall her
arms crossed over her chest as she observes the room.
Sebastian Ainsworth: Oh my... *Sebastian suddenly
claps his hands over his mouth, staring at Cassie* And you... Look at YOU! Who's got you?
Who's your agent you beautiful creature? Is it Michael? It has to be Michael that son of a
bitch, you're just his type... *Viola's nudge and the Sherrifs words suddenly sink in.*
Oh! But excuse me... I've forgotten my manners... how terribly rude. I'm Sebastian...
Sebastian Ainsworth... and this is my sister Viola... *He leans back and gives the woman
another kiss that lasts about a half a second too long for comfort.* We've just arrived...
*He offers his hand to Marcel.*
Viola Ainsworth: Oh, Michael... *she sighs a little,
lost in some little thought* Ah, but yes, where are both of our manners... As he said, I'm
Viola; very pleased to meet you.
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
looks at the hand for a long moment, then back up at Sebastian's face, not moving to shake
the hand. "Uh-huh. Unfuckin'believable."
Marcel Rolando Romer: He
looks to Cassie and Celest. "I'll keep ya both in mind. See you two later." He
gives Sebastian another look, then shakes his head and turns, walking toward the double
doors.
Marcel Rolando Romer: ((For
Sebastian & Viola: The scene is a very large loft apartment in the Theatre
District...on 7th Avenue and 52nd Street, between Carnegie Hall and Radio City Music Hall,
about a block away from Broadway. The apartment itself is large and sprawling, taking up
the entire floor it is located on. There are a couple main rooms, and several rooms off
from that for clandestine meetings and the like. One set of double-doors, into what would
be the master bedroom for any residential apartment, is closed and guarded by two men. The
decor is refined, a classical French style.))
Marcel Rolando Romer: ((The
room is abuzz of the news of the night...the Nosferatu Primogen, Claudius, has become
Prince of New York City.))
Celest Aston: Rolls her eyes heavenward at the duo. She opens her
purse and grabs out her phone checking the time. She replaces the phone and grabs an
opalesc card and heads over to the group.
Sebastian Ainsworth: Do! Please do Sherrif! Remember
our names! Ainsworth! *When Marcel leaves Sebastian abruptly whirls around and offers his
hand, palm up to Cassie, a questioning and rakish look in his eye.* And you, will you
favour me with your name? *There's that smile again.*
Celest Aston: "Thanks Marcel." Grins as she reaches Cass.
Cassie Raines: She smiles sweetly, oh so sweetly,
and that silkie enchancting voice captures those that hear it, theres an english accent,
disguising the hint of Italian, "Cassandra Eleanor Antonia Raines,"
Viola Ainsworth: *Viola watches the Sherrif leave, a
gleam of speculation in her hazel eyes. It lasts only a moment before she glances back to
Sebastian's latest focus*
Sebastian Ainsworth: *If she allows him Sebastian takes her hand and delicatly kisses the back of it.* Enchanted. Absolutly enchanted. *A pair of hazel eyes gaze at her smokily out from over the top of his sunglasses.* I've an exciting proposition for you as well Ms. Raines but business before pleasure I'm afraid. I've forgotten my manners once already tonight and Viola won't forgive me if I do it again. I really must enquire about presentation.