2020-08-08 Camarilla Court I
Camarilla Court I
Participants: The Camarilla Court of Los Angeles Elizabeth Sveta
Storyteller: Summer Crawley Sundance
Location: Walt Disney Concert Hall ‒ Downtown Los Angeles
Date and Time: August 08, 2020 0000
Summary: Court.
Dressed in a black-on-black suit with a black tie and polished black leather shoes, Zane makes his way from the crowd forming toward the stage and the seat marked for Clan Brujah. The primogen gives Crawley a warm smile and a polite nod of his head as he stands at his chair and waits for the others arrive, not sitting it seems until after the prince arrives.
Lilena comes into the the auditorium dressed in a red dress that comes a little below her knees with sliver heels on her feet. She makes her way in and finds a seat for the Ventrue and sits down crossing her legs in a ladylike fashion. Taking her ipad and turning it and her phone on silent before court starts. Soon she looks around and will give anyone looking her way a warm smile. Though she will stand if need be it seems that is what all the other's are doing at the moment.
Jenet has left a pair of short blades outside of court proper, upstairs in the Roost lounge just in case they turn out to be required, she is on edge with so many in one place, a tempting target by any standards. She's dressed smartly but with a practical edge, knee length boots with heavily ridged soles, black trousers that taper to disappear into the tops of them and a deep green shirt with matching velvet blazer. Her dark hair is pulled back into a braid and and there is a slim pouch at her hip containing a wallet and phone, nothing else. She's settled herself in the mid rows of the auditorium, not too close to the stage but well within easy hearing range of anything going on, and next to an aisle so she can move if it does turn out to be needed.
Wondering into her first Court Rin looks around for a certain face and when she finds it she will make her way over. Tonight she is wearing a stunning red dress that shows off Tattoo's that otherwise have remained hidden. (https://www.hebeos.com/catalog/product/gallery/id/23761/image/182071/)
Gretchen arrives with the scrape and shift of metal, gold and steel. Between spurs, cuirass ,and order insignia. Shined boots coming down heavy enough onto the carpet even as her hands come up to remove the busby from atop her head. Tucking it loosely under her left arm and pelisse. Passive faced as she doesn't immediately go towards the stage, but instead turns to move towards the majority of her clan may have congregated to check in with them.
Harper currently stands to the front and side of the main platform, down on the floor at the moment. Her hands are folded in front of her, though the sparkle of her gown keeps her from blending into the shadows of the corners too much. Her careful eye roams over the crowd as they filter in, nodding here and there to familiar faces, taking notes of the new ones for later.
After finishing a text, Vy slips into the music hall, tucking the phone into the back pocket of her jeans. Looking around, she purses up her lips, for a beat, then starts to move toward the higher end of those steeply tiered auditorium seats. If she passes someone, she offers a polite, "Hello" and then keeps moving upward.
Artemis arrives with the rest of the Tremere posse, their sensible flats carrying them silently through the gathering kindred to take their place at the segment that the Warlocks could regularly be found sitting at. They sit, producing bringing out a tablet which they begin tapping away at, waiting for the "festivities" to begin.
Greta drifts across the auditorium with a dark smile and a for fitting black cocktail dress. She finger waves to some she knows as she moves to claim a seat and look up to where Crawley is standing.
Jezebel is present this evening, though not yet sitting in the seat set out for her. She's wearing a dark gown of Victorian Gothic design. If she chose to wear a veil it might look like she's going to a funeral, but her red hair is flowing freely around her shoulders and she carries a slight smile on her lips. The heels she wears give her a few extra inches of height as she paces towards the chair set out for her.
Her twin sister, Catherine, is wearing a more modern gown that is stark white in contrast to Jezebel's. There is no chair set out for Catherine and she seems fine with that, lingering instead near the periphery of the assembled Kindred and watching.
Shelly might be unrecognizable to some. Not because of any obfuscation or other trickery, but just because the Malkavian Deputy has seemed to actually remember where her hair brush is and also found a jacket that fits for once. She almost looks polished in a blazer with three quarter sleeves, a plain white tee and only slightly distressed jeans... if it weren't for those converse that were almost so worn that her toe is threatening to pop out. She's managed to snag a seat not up front and center, nope. One further in the back like a cool kid in class. Or maybe just so she can better keep an eye on the crowd.
Standing by the door to the Elysium's grand hall, Sheriff Lopez can be seen watching the arrivals as they pass through. Bathed in the light of a lantern by the door, two spots on his arm glow where the twin Sigils of Authority can be found, as well as a spot by his hip and a spot by his chest. Cautiously, he watches everyone who comes in, ensuring that nobody outside of his Clan or his Deputies is toting any Thaumaturgy. He nods to those Kindred who he recognises, small on the small talk today, as the duties of sheriff consume his attention.
While weaving gracefully through the crowd Kennedy makes her way toward one of the seats, smiling to herself the whole while. The newest, yet also old, addition to the Roses is dressed in a caramel-toned mohair silk jacquard sweater and very finely tailored black wool slacks. As she settles into a seat her right leg crosses over the left, the toe of her leather ankle boot pointing down as she laces her fingers together upon her right thigh.
So many fancy folk arriving. Among them? Judas, though he's more folk than fancy. He's dressed in his usual understated western wear, slipping into the hall with a rather neutral expression on his face. He doesn't seem to be looking for anyone in particular as he claims a spot by himself, kicking back and waiting for the show.
Elizabeth Tanner stands near the base of the stage with her back turned toward it and her attention focused on the seating area at large. The frail woman is dressed in a bright white polo dress. Her fire axe, modern in design with a reinforced handle, is held in hand and hefted up onto her shoulder.
Rochelle arrives with Karner, trailing a step behind him. Her hair has been styled and is down in a loose wave. She's clad in a v-neck blue dress with ruffled sleeves that that stop just above her knees and a pair of heels to match. She is certainly nervous, but trying to mask it. This is her first time here at the concert hall with the understanding it was an Elysium. She is taking a moment here and there to observe the Kindred and maybe try to spot some other ghouls. For now, ultimately, she's sticking close to Karner.
Sveta Serova appears. Where there had been nothing but comfortable upholstery, there is now a dour looking Russian, twirling an unlit cigarette between her fingers lazily. She's positioned just about dead center in the auditorium, a bit on the higher side of things.
The Slavic Malkavian is wearing a black sundress with a high hem and a low neckline, the latter exposing the hand-needled ink across her collarbone: a four letter Cyrillic word. Her muscular legs are bare and lead to a clunky pair of combat boots, laced with white paracord.
Her lips are painted black, her eyebrows are shaved off, and her eyes are done with enough shadow to be reminiscent of a stripped skull's eye sockets, playing contrast off of the unmistakably undead pallor of her flesh. Her fingernails have been painted bone white. Her hair's undercut, the short top fastened into choppy bangs and a tight topknot.
She's wearing three-finger rings that skirt the line of Elysium's weapon's policy: decorative, but still sturdy gold-finished steel. One is stamped with the image of a snake, the other, a scythe.
Ian's entrance is understated, simply joining with several others as they make their way into the Auditorium. He glances aside at Jenet and nods at the woman on his way through he doesn't go out of his way to be noticed. He simply moves over to the seats without comment. He's dressed tonight in a blue suit, tailored, no labels. Not too different than his usual look, save for the fact that he's actually bothered to put on a tie. It's patterned with silver roses that glint softly as he moves through the light. Eventually he finds a seat and settles down into it, relaxing into it as he waits. As is typical, he mostly ignores conversation unless someone comes up to him specifically.
The questionable street clown that appears in Elysium this evening looks as though he has taken some time and made some efforts to clean up his act -- for whatever reason. Gone away are the terrible trash smells only to be replaced with the more approachable aromas of gas station sink showers and moth ball scented suits.Primogen Beau, as the questionable street clown is known, walks without a hesitation in his step and somehow the gravitas of his gait isn't lost in the oversized clown shoes he wears... each one slapping out a fun familiar rhythm as he ambles into sight.
A broad vacant grin is plastered on his make up smudged face, the ratty remains of last night's performance lingers on his skin as a sheen of old cracked oil paint and fading triangles under the eyes. His disgusting over sized coat looks comically out of place on a person striving for relevance in a thrift store suit. There is something about it, about his look, screams danger and yet? The gregarious twinkle in his pale blue eyes accompanies a kindly spoken and slightly dopey voice, "Now if I told ya once, I tol' you a thousand times Daisy? We're doing what we gotta do on such a night." He chuckles to himself and glances down to the beautiful woman one of his elbows, a local Malkavian known as Daisy the Great. "Such a night."
Daisy(npc) the Great is dressed in a white linen sundress with crochet applique in the form of wildflowers (especially daisies) along the collar and hem. Her long blonde hair frames a pretty face of some thirty something years with loose beach waves, upon which she wears a simple flower crown woven from the blooms of her namesake. Bright eyed and silent, she has one of her dainty arms rested in Beau's elbow and she accompanies him to a seat somewhere in the sea of Kindred. There is what appears to be a small dry erase white board clasped in one of her hands, blending in with the rest of her outfit.
Well, Max is here.
That is, perhaps, odd, given that Max is hardly ever here. Ever. He sits by himself dressed in a suit that barely holds him in, but it is the polite thing to wear polite clothes in polite company. He has a seven-league stare going, his attention aimed somewhere above the Prince's head. And his expression matches what might expect a mystified child to have.
If he's noticed Ian or Gretchen, he doesn't let on ... because he's staring into the void.
Vic arrives as he is, jeans, teeshirt and an old leather jacket as he finds a spot to hold the wall up with his broad shoulders. He'll observe quietly from the back thanks, all the pomp and circumstance going on with fancy dress is for the others and hardly for himself. Clearly.
Oliver is here for the first of his Court sessions in this new city. He makes his way in smoothly, quietly, a polite nod. He's forgone a tie today, going for the more formal look as one amongst friends, amongst the crowd as one who dresses well but has almost gone out of his way not to outdo anyone by going with just that slightest hint of casual despite the fact his suit, shoes, watch, all reek of luxury. He adjusts his jacket to settle down, the crisp white collar of his shirt set presently and the white pocket square lined with a straightness that could lead one to think it was glued in. Finding a place to mingle, he looks towards the stage and the lit chairs, finding a place mongst the crowd. https://pbs.twimg.com/profile_images/1429027856747843584/19wrXsii_400x400.jpg
Jordan makes way into the large chamber, wearing her usual goth-rock slashed clothes. Maybe more safety pins is what makes it 'dressed up'. Or she couldn't find ny nice clothes in any of the closets of her snacks this week. Finding her fellow Gangrel, she heads over plops down next to the western wearing Judas, crossing one leg over the other and nodding to him wordlessly.
Absent of her normal attire, the Brujah Whip actually appears to have dressed up for the night, fitted in a sleek sleeveless black dress that falls just above her knees and a pair of sharp stiletto heels. Quinn leads in a pair of two others, one young man and another young woman looking eeriely similar to herself -- both of which appear reasonably dressed. Her own weapons are seemingly checked at the door, leaving the Platinum blonde the freedom to scan the room as she ushers her flock over to a set of seats off to the side -- settling in with them so she can keep her sights on those gathered.
Yes, Karner is here, too, with Rochelle close behind him. He looks like he?s ready for an awards ceremony in a velvet tuxedo blazer over a white shirt, complete with matching velvet bowtie. The fabric appears black at a distance, but closer inspection reveals the fabric?s color as an extremely deep, dark, rich blue. The matching trousers are the same color, but not velvet. His shoes are the same mysterious color, and his cufflinks resemble realistic blue eyeballs. His glasses have gradient lenses, fading black into blue.
He pauses near the entryway to glance over the assembled. A few other members of his clan appear to have arrived, and he seems interested to see where they end up.
When Fletcher arrives, she kinda stands out. It might be the torn jeans and battered Converse, with no bother to tuck herself to 'fit in', or the faded Soundgarden shirt with the flannel tied around her waist. The pale transgirl stands just inside the entrance to the room for a moment, her eyes widening a bit as they sweep over the gathering. "Fuuuuuuuck," she whispers to herself.
She rolls a shoulder and tucks blonde behind her ear before she begins to meander, looking for someone she might know.
Avery makes her way into the Auditorium with Violet at a casual pace, but her steps slow considerably at seeing those gathered. Though not dressed-to-the-nines, her dark grey blazer and black slacks are far from her more typical casual wear that she's usually seen in. Her gaze moves steadily around for a few moments, taking in both the familiar and the many no-so-familiar faces. She gives a polite nod to Alejandro before moving towards where she spies Artemis, intent on joining the other Tremere.
The Chief Hapry filtered into his the auditorium alone, set firm in the dark crimson and black suit he had been apt to wearing more often that not in the Cicada. A toothpick was settled into his mouth, rolling from corner to corner as the aviator sunglasses settled firmly to his face; head tracking this way and that as he peered off at faces familiar and new. Head canted off to peer off toward where the Primogens sat in counsel, taking a moment to silently regard them before settling into a sectioned off seat; feet propping up rather leisurely before order was called in the space.
A fairly unrecognizable man enters through the doors next. A breathtaking woman at his shoulder, he stops at the door, whispers something to her and she heads off back the way they came with a nod. Apparently he presumes to enter alone.
He makes no fanfare of his entrance, though he nods to almost every eye he catches and even gives a smile to some he might recognize or just to be oddly friendly. And some do recognize him, and take notice, others might simply notice his mode of dress that absolutely screams money and he made no attempt to dress down for this appearance.
Grayson's dark blue suit is perfectly pressed and the rest of his appearance is simply immaculate. No expense was spared. He seems readily familiar with Elysium, and perhaps no surprise to anyone, starts heading his way, quietly, towards the seats that are laid out for Clan Ventrue.
Violet is not too far behind Avery. It's been a while since she, herself, has been here. She's dressed in a bow neck sweater, pencil skirt and heels. The sweater, skirt and heels are colored in a tone known as 'Violent Violet' and the bow around her neck is a complimentary Olive Green tone. She has a small, violet purse around her right shoulder. Her hair is done up in a neat little bun. Her eyes, behind a pair of reading glasses, spot Alejandro and Artemis and she gives a gentle nod to them, both.
As soon as it seems as if the vast majority of Kindred have been settled in taken their seats, Primogen Crawley raises his hand high over his head. Well, as high as such a short little thing can get.
This is a gentle sign that the Court is about to begin and everyone should be seated now or get to their seats in a hurry. Much as in a regular performance, the house lights of the theater actually dim a bit more so that all the seats not on the stage are shrouded in a deeper darkness.
Crawley speaks and it is in a loud, clear voice that is assisted by the acoustics of the theater, "I call this Court to session." He then waits, a bit of a pause for some drama. He then looks toward one side of the center stage and speaks again, "Her Highness, Prince Hastings of Clan Toreador."
After the Nosferatu gives a formal introduction to the Prince, he then retreats back toward the chair that is marked for the Hidden Clan. He is clearly playing the role of the Herald tonight.
Elizabeth tightens her grip on the shaft of her fire axe as the Nosferatu Primogen announces the Prince and she shifts the heavy weapon from one shoulder to the next. The Malkavian continues to linger near the stage rather than take a seat and she looks among the crowd. A slight smirk passes over her lips as she looks over Karner and Nurse V.
V is standing by the doorway entrance opposite Alejandro, wearing a green dress loaned to her by Elizabeth. She has a glass of wine and appears to be nursing it.
Regent Maximillian Strauss will be seated very precisely on the dais-like platform in the center of the concentric auditorium with its terraced 'vineyard-style' seating. His eyes are as unreadable as ever behind his blood-red mirror shades. His tall, lean frame is perfectly precise and dangerously still.
Meanwhile...There will be dozens of other Kindred, most of them Ventrue or Toreador, but hailing from the Malkavian, Nosferatu and Tremere as well, who will arrange themselves upon the terraced seats, clustering in cliques and coteries, or entirely alone.
A couple Brujah fledglings (or at least one of them is), by the name of Beth Slate and Coop, will be following Quinn around, since Zane probably needs to sit with the big dogs. There aren't very many other, if any, Brujah in attendance. But that's not terribly surprising.
Artemis places their tablet down as Avery and Violet approach, offering the two a grave nod and a polite greeting, along with a small, quickly flashed smile. The tablet disappears into their jacket as the other Tremere sit. They straighten their cuffs with a slight huff and engage the others in muted conversation.
As the Nosferatu Primogen announces the incumbent prince, their convesrsation halts, awaiting the Princes arrival with a certain sense of anticipation, smoothing down their jacket and removing whatever small, imagined dust has accumulated.
Looking around Rin spots a familiar face or 2 but seeing Fletcher look lost she waves the other woman over just in time for the lights to go dim.
Lilena looks at the Ventrue that are coming in and giving them a nod, she also will smile at whoever passes her. She doesn't speak though, she remains quiet.
Fletcher spots Rin and flashes a small grin. She hunches down a bit, as if to stay out of notice of important Licks, and she makes her way over to the woman, sliding quietly down into a chair beside her, before stretching her legs out in front of her.
Emily Cade arrives with her arm slinked around that of the ever so mysterious Grayson, who she seems on perfectly amicable terms with. She'll be accompanied by the elegantly dressed Rin. She casts her ice blue eyes about the room, seeking out both Summer and Harper, and thence to her fellow Harpies, such as Noah, Jenet and Bette, before she quietly finds her seat...taking Grayson and Rin with her, of course.
Karner eventually takes a seat near some of the other Malkavian, though maybe not /too/ close to them. They usually smell, uh. Interesting. When Crawley announces Prince Hastings, he puts his fingers together and leans forward in his seat in anticipation. Elizabeth's smirk must catch his eye in that moment, too, because one eyebrow raises when she does that, and so does part of his lip.
Alejandro reverse nods to Violet, Avery and Artemis as they come in. But his eyes quickly return to scanning each and every Kindred who passes through the doors. He almost turns when the Prince is announced, but he has a job to do and damned if he's not going to give it his fullest attention.
High enough up the seats around her haven't completely filled, Shelly pats next to her, invitation for Quinn and the fledgling Brujah if they choose. But as Crawley calls the official business to order, she straightens up and inches forward on her seat, all ears (and eyes) here.
Gretchen gives a few words to Ian, before she clasps Max comfortingly on one shoulder. Giving Oliver a bit of a nod as well before the armored and uniformed woman gets up to her seat to set in it before Crawley can finish announcing the Prince.
Beau, The Malkavian Primogen has chosen a seat of no particular distinction somewhere amidst the sea of Kindred and his dear friend Daisy has settled in beside him with a polite smile on her face. They seem to be conversing softly right up until the announcement of the new Prince, at which point they both ook forward with curious smiles.
Summer emerges from a side door located just beside the concert hall?s enormous pipe organs. Given the occasion, she is dressed in a gown of impeccable make, with an off-the-shoulder cut that sleekly follows her torso until sweeping out into a full skirt. The fabric is a lustrous gold, glinting beneath the hall?s superb lighting, with small roses stylized in lace-like detailing ( https://imgur.com/a/VNF6jz6 ).
The auburn-haired Kindred strolls with her head up and shoulders back, her pace a little too brisk and efficient to be considered swanning. With her hair gathered up into a romantic twist, it is easy to make out Summer?s expression -- serene, warm, and gracious -- as she tilts her face up to greet Los Angeles? Kindred with a dimpled smile. Given the style of the auditorium, with its central stage positioned at ground-level and the surrounding vineyard-style seats tiered all around, Summer makes a point to pivot, addressing every side of the room with a deep curtsy and a humble bow of her head. With that concluded, she draws herself back up to her full height -- likely around 6?2" in high heels -- and guides her elaborate skirt to the side in order to sink down within her individual chair. For those Kindred who have lived in Los Angeles long enough to notice, they might recognize the throne as belonging to the late Altamirana.
Thus seated, Summer turns her head to offer a polite dip toward the assembled Primogen, her smile widening, and then glances toward Crawley with a soft lift of her brows to imply that she is ready for him to begin.
Rochelle sits beside Karner, taking out a small pad of paper and a pen so she can start taking notes for the meeting and a couple notes on the other kindred that catch her attention briefly.
For whatever reason, Judas seems to be humming softly to himself under his breath. It's not really anything that anyone can make out unless they're near him, nor does he seems to even notice he's doing it from the look of things. He rests his claws on the seat in front of him, drumming them softly.
Max looks up at Gretchen when she puts her hand on his shoulder. This makes him smile a little more. He says nothing in response; he just looks back at the stage, slightly hunched forward with his elbows on his thighs.
Jenet has greeted various of the familiar faces as they file in but a genuine smile comes to her face as Summer is formally and officially announced.
Harper moves as things are called to order, heading towards the Primogen chairs to wait next to the Toreador seat. Her hands are folded in front of her and she refrains from sitting until the Prince has entered and made herself comfortable. Then she moves, taking her seat with the others, crossing her legs.
Jordan rests her hands on her lap, but that's about the most polite thing about her posture. She's comfortable, not housebroken.
Vic remains a lone figure out of the way and out of any cliques that might want to swallow up new faces, screw that noise. He has arms folded over his chest as he listesn to things being called to order, the parade of heels and gowns only leaving him a bit confused as to what he's stepped into.
Sveta's slate gaze slips along the crowd as it builds. She's silent, and makes little acknowledgement even of those she happens to be familiar with, save for perhaps gracing them with a more protracted study. She continues using her cigarette as a toy, rather than putting it between her lips and lighting up, when one undead in particular captures her attention: Strauss. She's far enough away that it might be near impossible to scope out, but she's giving him the eyeballing of a lifetime. Curiosity, probably.
Violet, when she takes her seat, gives her attention to the stage and doesn't say a word. She takes a moment to adjust her glasses, and then folds her hands in her lap as the purse slides down her arm a bit.
Avery offers the briefest of smiles to Artemis as she joins them, a few quiet words offered in greeting before her attention turns towards the stage as things get underway, falling very much into a 'watch and listen' mode.
As fits his position as tonight's Herald, Crawley nods to the Prince and then steps forward once again. Considering much of the time The Nosferatu speaks in a lower tone it may be surprising to hear him have such a strong voice, "We shall begin with announcements for the Praxis." A glance is cast toward Summer and a nod given, "And we shall begin with Prince Hastings, who has some words for all who are gathered." He gives a short bow toward her and then backs away, letting her have the stage.
Fletcher settles in beside Rin, leaning in to whisper softly to her now and again. Her eyes are on the Big Licks, though, trying to make sure she knows what is going on. A foot taps lightly to an unheard song.
Grayson takes a seat, diverting with Emily and taking a seat beside her. He offers her what seems like a gracious smile and nod. Though once Crawley speaks and the Prince appears, eyes rise to that woman, and he takes her in once. It's a curious appraisal, as if he can draw some kind of information from one simple look.
Sitting between Emily and Fletcher Rin is relaxed but at the same time her posture is perfect and her attention is drawn to the front, hands folded in her lap even as she bursts with nervous energy.
Ian remains quietly seated, offering Lilena a faint and distracted nod. He briefly whispers with Gretchen, then settles his arms across his lap, watching in quiet passivity for the time being.
Lunette hurries into the building and finds her way to the auditorium, where she slows down considerably upon stepping foot inside. Her hands are at her side to lift her red gown just slightly, and they relax to release it once she begins to move down an aisle. A hand then lifts to tuck a curled lock of her hair behind an ear, and she glances about in search of someone.. Oh, there she is. Lunette looks for a place to sit.
With the Prince entering and taking her seat, Zane gives her a polite bow of the head before unbuttoning the single button holding his jacket closed and taking a seat. Settling in he turns his attention to the crowd first, letting is gaze move over the assembled kindred before looking to the Prince to listen to her words.
As court is called to order Kennedy straightens her shoulders, leaning back in her seat with poise. Her left foot shifts back and she presents a slight side profile to the stage, hazel eyes watching intently.
"Good evening, Kindred of Los Angeles," Summer says, barely needing to raise her voice. The superb acoustics of the concert hall lifts each word with dazzling clarity, finding each audience member?s ear wherever they sit. "It is with a gladdened heart that I call to order the first courtly gathering since our beloved Altamirana?s passing. It is a meeting long overdue and one that I have been eager to provide." The Prince pauses, her hazel-green eyes roving over the tiered seats with warm regard. "To begin, I thank the Primogen Council for supporting my claim to the throne. As the new Prince of Los Angeles, I will work tirelessly to return stability to our precious praxis, with my goal forever focused on creating a peaceful and advantageous haven for the city?s Camarilla." A pause. "It is no secret that the Sabbat has been bearing down upon us, hoping to wear away our resolve and frighten us with their violence, but we will not let them. This is /our/ praxis."
Summer takes a moment, her eyes skimming across the sea of faces. With her hands neatly folded in her lap and her posture upright, she resumes, "There is one bit of business that I would like to address straight away, and that is the recent rumor of former Sultana, Bita Sasani, awakening from torpor. It is true." The Toreador pauses, allowing for any reactions. Her beautiful face has lost its smile, leaving the Rose appearing somber and earnest. "Quite easily, this could have led to chaos. Two Princes and one praxis. But...she has graciously decided to abdicate her claim on the throne, acknowledging that the current tide of politics has changed and recognizing that a challenge would only result in more turmoil for the city?s Kindred. The Inner Council has recognized her reign as Prince, however brief, and now acknowledges me as her successor."
Lilena notices Ian's distracted nod and she gives him one back, and pulls out her Ipad out and looks focused on the prince for now.
Offering Shelly a faint smile in return, Quinn declines the offered seat for the time being -- instead leaning over to quietly explain and translate the proceedings to the two newer Camarilla recruits of Coop and Beth at her side. Her gaze slides back to train upon Summer, as she continues to listen to the proceedings.
There are roughly a dozen mortal ushers clad in white - some Bound, Dominated, Entranced or Ghouled - some all at a once. Who can tell, really? They exist to politely help Kindred (especially those fledglings like Beth or Coop, who might be a bit confused at their first Court, and thus require 'ushering' out of lingering in the aisles) find their seats...and after, at Harper's direction (likely right before Summer begins to speak), they will retire to station themselves around all other possible entrances.
Any Kindred arriving after this moment will require the Keeper's permission to step inside. It's also a last barrier (which shouldn't be needed) to the intrusion of wandering or lost kine.
Sveta finally finishes her relentless appraisal of Strauss when Summer begins to speak. She turns her attention to the new prince: silent and still. Her fidgeting has ceased. Her expression remains solidly neutral.
Ian remains still and silent, eyes on Summer, watching and listening with only a quiet nod at the end.
Obviously, not all Kindred avail themselves of a seat. Some prefer to stand in the back. Some, like one or two Deputies, remain vigilant. Some are simply Malkavian.
Elizabeth leans back against the stage and stares out at the crowd. Her grip tightens around her fire axe handle when she spots Lunette settling into her seat, then she closes her eyes as Summer begins her announcement.
Both Deputy and Malkavian, Shelly is super vigilante there in the back, but she gives a very approving nod as Summer assures there's not going to be a War of Two Princes anytime soon.
Karner leans back in his seat once Summer begins to speak. His legs are crossed, ankle over knee, with his hands clasped together atop his knee. He's chosen a seat not far from one of the doors, turning to glance at it every so often when someone new comes in. But only when Summer isn't speaking.
When Summer announces that Bita has awoken Rin doesn't look suprised, she really didnt know that would be a problem till its explained. Looking at Fletcher she smiles, its soft and nervous and she will lean in and chat only when its polite.
Somewhere in the back, the madness that is Terrence Wobart Skeffington III lurks. His dark eyes following Beau's movements with malevolent intensity. Though he'll flinch and hide if the latter should look in his direction. He also seems to have stolen one of the former Ventrue Primogen's suits...Although it doesn't fit him very well.
Another small sip of wine, V listens to the proceedings by the entranceway. Eyes only on one person this evening, hanging to every word they spoke.
At the announcement of Bita awakening from her torpor, Violet doesn't seem to react. She just sits, still as a stone, keeping her eyes and ears open.
Ah, perfect. A face she knows and not too far away. Lunette moves into a seat next to Karner, whispering a soft, "Hello," before she gets settled and sits up straight, listening and falling silent.
Artemis the news of Bita's re-awakening is greeting with no more than a raised eyebrow from the immaculately groomed Tremere. They had thought her dead. They shrug, making a note on their tablet.
Jordan doesn't look surprised by the news, though scowls and looks down to her hands, briefly, then back up the stage.
Kennedy tilts her head slightly and then leans to one side, whispering quietly to Ian.
Alejandro nods at the "news" about Bita, he had clearly not even told his Clan about it.
Karner glances over at Lunette as she appears. He gives her a wry little smile, looking between her and Rochelle (seated on his other side) and murmurs something to the brunette.
Judas kicks back in his seat again, adjusting his duster and closing his eyes for the moment, letting his head roll back. He'll remain thusly for the time being.
Noah picked his head up from his phone absently at remarks of Bita, registering, before glancing back down to the screen.
Lilena takes down some notes on her ipad while court is in session though, she does look up everynow and then focusing on the prince's words.
Beau, who is not seated with the other Primogen by choice, finds himself somewhere amidst the crowd and keeping company with a young hippie looking beach bum of a Malkavian named Daisy. The two are minding their own business and chatting softly when all of a sudden the hairs stand up on the back of Beau's neck! The Primogen glances over his shoulder and his pale eyes flick over familiar faces until he soon finds Terrence -- immediately Beau points two forked fingers at his own eyes and then swiftly at Terrence as he mouths the words, 'Watching Wobart.'
Beau issues a put upon snort and snaps his lapel in annoyance as he turns back around to pay attention once more and he asides softly to Daisy, "Jus' ol' Skeffington with his feelings in a bunch about last time."
Ian leans back, whispering a reply to Kennedy then glancing to Gretchen and whispering to her as well.
"Tonight, we have several announcements," Summer resumes, her lovely face moving in a slow, attentive glide as if to meet the eye of as many attendees as she can, "In future nights, I will name a Herald to lead the Court?s itinerary, but for tonight, it will be guided by my chosen Seneschal, Peter Crawley." The Toreador favors the Nosferatu with a glance and a smile, then says, "I will have him begin by discussing a few key security measures that we will be adopting to ascertain the identity and loyalty of any new Kindred seeking haven in downtown Los Angeles." With this said, she turns her face toward the Nosferatu and gives him a gentle nod of encouragement.
Regent Strauss affects to be entirely unmoved by the mention of Bita Sasani. However, he'll nod towards Archon Jezebel with very nearly imperceptible etiquette. It seems to speak volumes, although only the Archon could possibly perceive the secret meanings in that gesture.
Greta claps as Crawley's ascension is announced, smiling broadly as she looks on.
Avery arches a brow in mild surprise at the news about Bita, her gaze shifting a moment to take in those Kindred seated within her vicinity, and in clear view, before once more returning to the Prince as she speaks.
Oddly, Grayson doesn't even seem stirred by the news or announcement. His eyes remain affixed to the Prince, but it doesn't seem to be what she says that has his interest, as he gives no reaction, it seems to be the woman herself that has just claimed the throne of LA. He doesn't look aside, he doesn't whisper to anyone, he's still giving his rapt attention to the Prince and no one else. Even as she turns their attention back to her Seneschal, he does not, though he is, no doubt, listening attentively.
From his seat, Zane nods along with Summer's words and seemingly unsurprised by the news of Bita. There is a nod in Crawley's direction as he's spoken of, the Brujah obviously approving of the discussion.
Jenet raises an eyebrow at the annunciation of Crawley as Seneschal, not because she objects but rather she recalls the ill fated attempt at a coup but the erstwhile Ventrue Primogen. Of course, with his clan's actions on the night of the attacks it did make sense. As to Bita's state, she'd heard the rumours about the former Prince being sighted, it is good to have them confirmed.
Zebastian is here, sitting out of the way, likely in the Anarch cheap seats -- for any Camarilla who've been in Los Angeles for longer than a hot minute? It's not weird. The Westside Anarch has periodically been at Court for ... well, almost as long as there was a Court to come to. Does he talk? No. Even a Lunatic like Zeb knows his role here is to remain mute and look cute.
Ian's whisper is received with a subtle nod from Kennedy. Her eyes remain on the stage, attentive and polite as the Rose borrows deeper into the rolls of her oversized sweater. It gives the appearance of being cold but of course she isn't.
Jezebel is remaining quiet, her left leg folded over her right and her hands resting in her lap. The news of Bita's awakening doesn't seem to move her one way or another, though her gaze does drift over to Regent Strauss when he nods to her. She stares quietly for a moment and then favors him with a smile before returning the slight nod.
Emily Cade radiates nothing except approval for the notion of Prince Sum-Sum. But then, she would.
He is announced Seneschal and as that happens, the Sewer Rat gives a gentle bow of his head in acknolwedgement to the Prince, but nothing else. Clearly the Nossie is not much for celebrating.
When Summer finishes up her words and passes it off to him, Crawley once again takes the stage and says, his face a hideous visage of serious business, "I shall try to keep it as brief as I can tonight."
He pauses as he gathers his thoughts, then begins the announcements formally, "Firstly. In light of recent events, all Kindred should carefully consider their own personal security. This means your businesses and your havens. The Sabbat continues to be an active threat to both the Camarilla and Anarchs alike. The Prince and the officers of the Camarilla are are actively engaged in working to prevent and minimize attacks but there will still be real danger until the Sabbat is fully brought to heel. If you wish to contribute, the Archon Jezebel has called for volunteers to assist in this fight. Those who wish contribute so should contact the Archon or Sheriff Alejandro Lopez."
"Next .." Crawley continues, "With the return of Court, so comes the return of Introductions under the Fifth Tradition of Hospitality. All new arrivals to Los Angeles who claim themselves to be a member of the Camarilla should contact their Primogen or a Primogen who can speak for them. Due to ongoing security concerns, they will undergo a rigorous vetting process. Letters of Introduction or Good Conduct from other respected Kindred in the Camarilla will ease this process. It is hoped that Anarch who attends this Court will introduce themselves to it so that they will become known to us."
When Crawley is announced as Seneschal, Quinn slides her gaze in his general direction, allowing her head to dip slightly in approval. Her gaze again slides across those gathered within the room, taking them in one by one as she listens to the proceedings.
Vic listens quietly, making sure he stays out of the Ushers' way at the last minute there. The rules, always with the rules! The man just remains a stoic statue of observance.
Judas doesn't show any reaction. Nope. Head back. Eyes closed. He might well be asleep... well. If he wasn't a vampire.
Gretchen has remained stoic, and all but unmoving since taking her seat. But her hands raise into a small clap as Crawley is announced. Then right back to settling in to absorb his words.
Lilena is just here, listening and relaxing in her chair quietly. She seems more focused on what court happenings then on anyone else.
Elizabeth's eyes open as Crawley is announced and she turns to look up toward the Nosferatu on stage with a curved smile. The Malkavian Deputy turns back and looks out among the crowd again. As Crawley begins to speak, the Deputy pushes off from the stage and begins to walk along the left most aisle, fire axe still hefted against her shoulder like some knight on patrol.
Los Angeles has been rather laissez-faire on the issue of the 5th Tradition for quite a few years now. Mostly because of the difficulty in enforcing it. However...Those who attend Court at Elysium, are not really among those you have to worry about. And as such, there isn't much in the way of dissent. The only Brujah in the room are sitting near to Quinn, and no doubt, Quinn will be able to keep Beth Slate from making any comments as to fascism, re: Summer.
Alejandro raises his hand and nods as Crawley points him out, but otherwise remains attentive to the task at hand, leaning over to his Clanmates to whisper something just discretely enough that it's clear he's being polite.
As Crawley speaks, the Prince listens with open attentiveness. Her statuesque form is poised and straight-backed, her hands primly folded in her lap and her ankles crossed below the voluminous hem of her skirt. With the Rose?s fresh-faced looks and the elaborateness of her gown, one might mistake her for a debutante enjoying a brief reprieve at a high society party.
Kennedy's attention is abruptly pulled from the stage to look at Ian. One dark, finely honed brow lifts in a sharp stab of curiosity. She leans in a moment and then returns her attention to Seneschal Crawley and the proceedings.
It's very quietly and cautiously, that Terrence Wobart Skeffington III will make his way down the aisle, to where the empty Malkavian Primogen's chair is still forlorn upon the center dias. He'll adjust his stolen suit, and then with a great and terrifying regal dignity contorting his scraggly features, he'll assume his place at the dias in Beau's stead.
This will initially go uncommented upon by Strauss, who is seated next to the Malkavian chair, if only because he doesn't actually know what Beau looks like.
Nothing seems to break the smile on Max's face. He looks to the Seneschal when he speaks, to Gretchen when she claps, and to the others on the stage when they do things. Is he having a good time? Sure looks like it. His expression? A dude-bro watching USC giving it to UCLA on the grid-iron.
Judas opens his eyes after a while, looking up to the stage. His gaze bores into those seated there before he finally rises to his feet. "My job just got a lot harder." He remarks softly, looking down at Jordan, giving her a nod before he makes his way towards the exit.
Crawley continues, pacing back and forth across the stage as he speaks, so that his voice reaches all corners of the room, "Prince Hastings has decreed that due to the ongoing Sabbat threat, any Kindred who wish to remain in Downtown Los Angeles for longer than a night must consent to a meeting with the city?s deputies and/or provide credentials proving their identity. This does not apply to Kindred who are just visting Downtown and planning to return to other territories before the dawn."
"Two more mino pieces of business," Crawley says, his voice unwavering, "Given the current situation, all Kindred should be vigilant for threats and suspicious behavior. Any information should be reported to Sheriff Lopez. All valuable intelligence will be rewarded with the Prince's favor."
Another little pause. He'd probably draw breath here, given the amount he's spoken, but there is no need. The newly minted Seneschal begins, "Lastly, due to the Prince's busy schedule and ongoing concerns about security, all meetings with the Prince should be arranged via the Seneschal. Ideally this contact will be faciliated by one of the Primogen or another Kindred of some standing."
With his announcements done, Crawley retreats back toward the chairs, this time taking his place at the lower bench to the right hand of the Prince instead of at the wood chair for his Clan.
Another reminder of that night, Jenet watches the dissent in the Malkavian ranks, wondering what is going to come of all of this. They don't do anything for nothing depsite their insanity and this seems to have a particular determination behind it.
Harper focuses on Crawley as he speaks, sitting still with her legs crossed. In between announcements she looks the crowd over, then towards the door, making sure that everything remains smoothly running. Her eyes land on Judas as he gets up and goes to leave, a soft pursing of lips following as she watches him walk.
Ian's eyebrow hefts very slightly as he listens, leaning in just a bit as Kennedy whispers to him once more and quietly replying.
Violet's eyes shift over to Alejandro for a moment when he raises his hand, then she looks forward again and listens. She makes a mental note about remaining in Downtown LA for more than a night. Then, the rest of it.
"You know my number." Jordan replies to Judas, watching him rise. There's a tense and twitch, as if she might follow, but she curbs it, for the moment, looking back towards the stage.
Avery's head tilts slightly at hearing Alejandro's whispered words but she doesn't turn to look at him, instead nodding once to acknowledge what was said. As Crawley speaks further, she settles her attention on him, just listening.
Oliver is set not too far back from Ian and those about him, having found a spot earlier. He starts to lean in to whisper something but stops, instead choosing to sit up again. Still, he turns his attention to Officers as they make their way through the many matters of business. When his gaze drifts, he gives a polite nod, the arrival from Britain recognizing at least a few faces where their paths have crossed in time, before once again turning to listen to the matters at hand.
Fletcher sits in silence, taking it all in as she glances from one person to another. She doesn't really know anyone here but Rin, but she does here best to remember names and faces.
Looking towards Noah Jenet rises to her feet to whisper in the Chief Harpy's ear and then toys briefly with her phone; half her attention still on the speakers on stage.
Listening to the proceedings, Quinn cannot help but let her eyes slowly follow the trajectory of the man in the ill-fitted suit as he slowly climbs towards the seating area and ceremoniously lays claim to the Malkavian chair. Quirking a visible brow, she stiffens within her own seat and immediately lets her gaze slide to the Prince with silent question.
Beau rises from his seat and leans over to say something softly to Daisy and then he marches in the direction of where Terrence Wobart Skeffington has assumed the Malkavian Primogen Chair. Beau is not dressed in as fine a suit as Terrence and slapshod street clown is barely this side of presentable in his filthy winter coat. Oversize clown shoes slap out a rhythm that interrupts the announcements as he strides over to stand in front of Terrence. Beau gives Strauss a polite little wave, "Gandalf." He greets the man cordially and then turns back to his clanmate as he jerks a thumb to indicate he should move and swiftly.
Vic nods along slowly, seemingly unsurprised by anything being said thus far, but also seems content to keeping his mouth shut here. A hand tucks into a pocket for now, just kind of waiting for something remarkable to happen maybe.
Noah paused momentarily, head tracking the descent of Terrence Wobart Skeffington III assert himself up toward the seat of the Malkavian Primogen's chair with a furrow of his brow and an amused smile. He's met the Malkavian Primogen; that is not him, to his knowledge. To himself and those around him, "...th' fuck are you doin', hm..."
Lunette keeps her gaze upon the front for the most part, but when Elizabeth begins to walk nearby she shifts her focus to her. A moment later it's shifting to the front once more.
Zebastian says nothing - and though the Westsider's hand lifts and covers his mouth as Terrence Wobart Skeffington III takes his, uh, place at the dais? Gets intercepted by Beau? No laughter is emitted. Nope, none. The kid is an animated statue - and like a terribly polite boy, can be seen and not heard.
Kennedy subtly turns her head toward Ian and then back to the stage. Her expression seems less than impressed about something. As the Seneschal announces the new security measures she inclines her head toward the stage with approval of their decision.
There is so much going on that Rin is getting a little lost, she looks at Emily and smiles before her attention goes to Fletcher. She gives the womans knee a pat and offers her a smile as well before her attention is back to the front.
Gretchen on the other hand just turns her head to watch the minor disturbance from her own seat further down the line. One brow raises, and for a moment she looks severely amused, her lips mouthing silently. 'To the bold.'
Elizabeth continues down the aisle with her favorite little fire axe and then diverts down a row seemingly at random. She scoots along the chairs, bumping the occasional knee, and then settles in to stand, axe in hand, behind the chair where Zebastian sits.
Judas makes his way closer to the exit unmolested, it seems, stopping closer to the doorway to turn back to the stage. "My apologies, I must leave you early. There is a war on." And then he proceeds to leave, should nobody accost him.
Shelly almost didn't catch Crawley's announcement about additional deputy duties as she was busy staring at the imposter-Primogen so hard it's good looks aren't actually daggers, for Terrence's sake at least but looks like Beau's all set for reclaiming his seat.
Terrence Wobart Skeffington III flinches initially, when he notices Beau approaching him. However, his reaction to the jerked thumb will be sit up ramrod straight (almost imitating Strauss in that regard), and then stare straight ahead with a bleak determination. None could know the titanic exertion of Willpower it takes him to refrain from scrambling out of the seat.
Still...There's something so palpably awkward and uncomfortably twitchy emanating from Terrence, that Regent Strauss will eventually direct his blood-red mirrorshades towards him with a curious glance.
Terrence offers him a bland, borderline blood-sweaty smile, apparently hoping Beau will go away if he refuses to look at him.
There's a flicker of eye movement from Grayson as someone stands to depart, not so much for the one who claims the Malkavian seat, as if he barely notices that. It's the first movement his eyes have taken from the Prince since she appeared. One might even notice a small frown form, and then gently stilled, and even the slightest of sniffs, only heard at the few seats near him, as if rotten air has suddenly filled his nostrils. That moment passes as his attention returns from whence it came.
"Thank you, Seneschal Crawley," Summer says, inclining her head to him. With the Nosferatu concluding his announcements, the Toreador is free to turn herself back toward the rows of attentive (and not so attentive) eyes. "Before we continue any further, I would like to clarify the Kindred who currently hold office under my rule." By now, she has noticed the Malkavian approaching in his garish suit, but she does not let this stop the flow of her words. "Most of the key appointments have not changed: Whip Alejandro Lopez still serves as Sheriff, Primogen Pro Temp Harper Campbell still serves as Keeper of Elysium, and I have already named my Seneschal, Peter Crawley." The Prince takes a moment to pause, then says, "With the recent vacancy of Scourge, I have named Quinn Gallo, Whip for Clan Brujah, as the replacement. She has been an invaluable source of both brawn and brain and I thank her for undertaking this assignment."
Only now does the Prince turn in her seat to address the terribly awkward Terrence Wobart Skeffington III, fixing him with a brilliant smile. "Hello," she says to him, voice not at all sounding flummoxed, "I believe you've made a wrong turn, darling. Would you please return to your seat?"
As Summer addresses the incredibly handsome and well-dressed Terrance who is sitting in the Malkavian Primogen's seat, Elizabeth smiles sweetly and raises her fire axe a few inches higher so the false Primogen can see it... if he is even looking anywhere but at Summer.
From her spot way up in the auditorium, Vy watches, respectfully quiet and attentive. Unsure as to whether or not she ought to be worried that what's going on with the chair stealing. Mouth twisting, she looks around to try to assess the reactions of others.
Zebastian's eyes pivot to catch the movement -- Judas leaving, Beau and TWS III at some kind of power-play standoff -- the chattering of various attendees -- but the presence of Elizabeth and her axe, behind him? Not Looked At. He simply keeps his hand over his mouth, lost in thought and splintered attention. Watching Summer as she addresses those gathered - glimpsing over the crowd, as if to find Quinn. So many, faces...
Sveta grumbles lowly to herself and reaches up to massage the bridge of her nose as she watches the usurper to the throne. She crosses her legs tightly, the toe of her combat boot beginning to twitch anxiously, as her jaw rolls forward with barely constrained frustration.
Lilena looks up towards where the prince is sitting and re postions her self in the chair a little bit while shelistens. She doesn't seem to be reacting to what is said.
Kennedy turns her attention to Terrence as his little game is brought to the forefront of the proceedings. There's a look of morbid curiosity on her face. Hazel eyes shift to the approaching Beau and then back to Terrence.
Initially, as the Malk-off occurs, Alejandro considers whether or not he needs to consider it a security issue but, upon seeing the Prince handle the matter politely, he relaxes his posture and resumes his attentive scanning of the crowd.
Oliver does raise one Spock-like brow, curious at the one who is addressed by the Prince. It is not often that such things happen (in his limited experience) to interrupt to the point to be direclty addressed mid-proceeding. He does remain settled though, clearly far down on the list given all those about with regards to having to do anything about the issue. He does follow glances however to see who might be this new Scourge, as well as trying to possibly, quickly put names to the others in the Court.
Ian's eyebrow lifts as he watches the man approach, leaning slightly forward in his seat.
Normally, any of the four main Clans of L.A. would bristle at the notion of the Prince having a say in their Primogen. However, Summer /was/ the Toreador Primogen until recently, and she remains extraordinarily popular among the Roses, and so is Harper. And since it isn't the other Clan's business, the response is mostly subdued whisperings as to why Harper is still 'Pro Temp'.
Meanwhile, upon hearing Quinn's elevation of Scourge, Coop will blink with astonishment, and then Beth Slate will turn to look upon Quinn as Summer had announced she was naming her to Chief Praxis Puppy Killer!
Beau glances from Skeffington to the Prince when she speaks and then back again with both brows raised, "That the polite warning, the next one comes on the end of an axe." And as if on cue, he points over his shoulder without looking in the direction of Elizabeth and her little friend.
Jordan listens, then rises, turning to start towards the exit not long after Judas made his own escape. "All this double dipping of titles. Feels inbred." she grumbles as she moves.
Rochelle glances to Karner, pausing in her note taking, then looks back towards the front, waiting to see what might happen.
Settling back slightly as Summer seems to take the situation with the Malkavian stand-off under her wing, Quinn slides her gaze back to her two charges. She leans to whisper quietly with the pair, her gaze sliding sidelong towards Jordan as the former Scourge rises and begins to move towards the exit.
Karner, who has been paying intense attention to the announcements on stage and very little to the scuffle with Skeffington, suddenly seems to take notice of his Clan's kerfluffle when Beau points over his shoulder at Elizabeth. He glances briefly to look over at said axe-wielding Malk and the non-axe-wielding Malk seated right below her, and his lips purse into a brief smirk of amusement.
Alejandro lets out a guffaw as he hears Jordan gripe about double dipping and leans in to whisper to the other Tremere.
Avery nods slightly as each name and appointed position is spoken, lips pressing thoughtfully together as if making a mental note of that information and then she looks around, a bit of a curious expression on her face as she takes in some of the reactions of those around her.
Jenet's lips purse as she regards the stand off between Primogen and...Nemesis. That had sounded an awful lot like a threat of violence within Elysium and not one made by Sheriff, Scourge, or Prince. She doesn't comment, simply makes mental notes for the future.
Elizabeth bends down to exchange a few back and forths with Zebastian before she rises again and gracefully maneuvers back down the row toward the aisle. Axe in hand, she focuzes her gaze on her Primogen as she moves back down the aisle toward the stage.
Terrence Wobart Skeffington III will reach inside his stolen suit, retrieve one of the former Ventrue Primogen's handkerchief, and then wipe his brow nervously. He then slowly stands up on shaking legs...and yet, still seems briefly tempted to declaim something. However...He's got a Regent, an Archon, a Prince, a Keeper, a Sheriff (a couple of Deputies) and a Beau looking at him. And suddenly, he starts to feel exposed. Instead, he mutters, "Oh...crazy me. Beep boop...I'm insane. Don't mind me..." Just a harmless Malkavian. He skitters off.
Having been quiet the entire time, Zane gives a wide grin at the announcement of Quinn taking on the role of Scourge. Looking out into the crowd he gives her a polite, deep bow of his head and a quiet little clap. Making sure to not interrupt the proceedings, he keeps it quick and returns his attention back to the going on nearby on stage.
Not that anyone should care, but Terrence will skitter after Judas.
Lunette has turned her face just slightly so she could watch Elizabeth with Zebastian, and when the woman departs, she continues to watch her as long as she doesn't have to turn her face too much.
The Keeper lifts her hand forestalling Elizabeth's approach. Looking to the Malkavian Primogen then she politely reminds him. "Elysium is in full effect here. Threats of violence are not acceptable.
As another rises to leave, another show of dissatisfaction appears on Grayson's face. He doesn't so much as look their way, though. Nor does he look towards the Malkavian in the wrong seat that has everyone's attention. His eyes continue to be readily assessing the only person that seems to matter in this room to him, Summer. That doesn't seem to stop him from frowning again to himself, this time full frown, at what he seems to be hearing here.
After sitting in her seat, unmoving for the longest time, Violet breaks her concentration to turn her head toward the others that are seated with her amongst her clan. She merely nods her head and adjusts her glasses before turning her head forward once again.
Sveta's whispered stream of stormhead Russian subsides and she lists back in her seat. She folds her legs neatly and extends an arm along the back of the chair beside her.
Beau rolls his eyes theatrically and then offer sa DEEP sweeping bow to the Prince as he declares, "On behalf of Clan Malkavian, please continue and forgive ol' Terrence, he's not right in the head. As he said, beep boop." There is a conviction in his speaking voice that belies his shoddy suit and slump shoulders as the filthy old Malkavian Primogen slumps into his rightful seat next to Strauss. He even turns to send a grin to the Tremere once he is settled in and he remarks, "I really liked the work you did with the dragon."
Kennedy tilts her head slightly, looking from the Keeper to the legitimate Primogen for Clan Malkavian. There was some initial amusement at the standoff but now her lips purse while she gives a dispproving stare, whispering something to Ian.
V sips wine rather stoically, not even minding the Malkavian mishap. Expressionless. However, she does crack a smile when looking to Summer and Crawley. Then she drinks more wine.
As Terrence skitters off, Shelly gives him the ol' I'm-Watching-You fingers to the eyes point. As for Quinn's appointment to Scourge, she gives a rather curious head tilt to stare at the back of the new Scourge's head.
Summer's gaze drifts from Terrence to Jordan, the Gangrel's words actually making her smile a fraction. But she is keen to let her attention drift back to the renegade Malkavian for the moment, allowing him and Beau their discourse. At the mention of an axe, however, the Prince's features grow still and stern as she says, "I am certain there will be no need for that. Even with the game of musical chairs." She glances over at Harper, nodding her head in agreement. "Just so. And I thank the former Scourge for drawing attention to the issue of 'double dipping. Although some Kindred will maintain their dual offices, others will be shedding one in favor of the other in the coming nights. Sometimes, changes must be made in measured increments to avoid leaving vacancies or rushing to fill them with unsuitable replacements." So said, she angles herself back toward Crawley and encourages him to continue with a nod.
Zebastian, should anyone look up in the cheap seats? Has fanned at his face briefly once Elizabeth has glided on else where -- hands fluttering, moving three times to push his hair back out of his face, fussing with it before finally settling back down -- eyes pinging from Harper to Beau to the departing TWS III, and then finally back at Summer... Crawley, Strauss and Beau in turn. Attentive and mute and probably mostly present - with the good mind to keep that motormouth of his disengaged.
Gretchen turns her head slowly back towards the court, though her eyes settle in on Ian from her seat up on the stage. There is something near indertiminable that passes over her face before she gives a slight shake of her head to him.
Crawley watches the exchange with the Malkavians from behind a lidded gaze. He noticed the would-be usurper of the Primogen chair ascend to the stage, but seems to content to let it pass, especially as Beau seeks to displace Terrance. That the Malkavian does not move causes him to shake his head. When Terrance moves, this earns the wayward Malkavian a nod of approval when he scurries away.
When Summer finishes up her announcements about appointments, the Nosferatu rises to his feet once again, apparently doing double duty tonight. He announces the next phase of Court, "The Court will now hear any meritorious or shameful conduct that has occurred of late." A look toward the Prince as he bows his head to her, "I believe you have some items for the Court, Your Highness."
Ian stays where he is, glancing up to Gretchen as he listens to Kennedy. He nods faintly as if in silent agreement and then leans back, responding to Kennedy in a low whisper. He's seated over near Oliver, a bit apart from others save Oliver and Kennedy.
Maximillian Strauss will regard Beau for a quiet moment, which coming from the Regent, represents level of surprise not unlike as if an end table had suddenly addressed him. Regardless, he'll return to his silent regarding of the Prince, Seneschal (and occasional Archon).
Noah leaned forward at Crawley's announcement, then. The aviators came off from his face, settling into the crux of his collar as vibrant blue eyes peered off at every which of the harpies in their various seats before attention was settled upon the council and Prince.
Kennedy, a Rose among the Hancock Park Ventrue, gives a dip of her head in greeting to Oliver and then shakes her head with disappointment at something Ian says. Her gaze returns to the Prince with a look of admiration for her fellow Rose.
Emily Cade will very occasionally lean into Grayson to whisper something to him. Otherwise, she'll affect to glance at Rin now and then with a tiny smile of (somewhat condescending yet well-meaning) reassurance.
Max's expression slips into horror rather quickly. He looks over his shoulder and finally notices that he is six rows from where Ian, Oliver, and Kennedy are. With wide eyes, he slowly rises from his seat and tries to go over and sit with the so-called Hancock Crew. When he does, his seat groans in relief to mark his departure, and his new seat groans in protest as he sits down on it. He mumbles something to Ian, Oliver, and Kennedy in turn, and then goes back to watching the stage as if it were ESPN highlights.
Beau leans deeply into his seat with his hands crossed lazily over his solar plexus in their filthy fingerless gloves and he maintains a rather vacant expression on his dopey features. He's listening and when Strauss finally looks away he even manages a mild grin, glancing off to a spot across the floor and maintaining that posture for next part of the evening and beyond.
Salvatore walks in quietly Viviana just behind him hes dressed as per his usual in his 3 piece Armani suit. He moves passed and up to where he sees Ian sitting and takes a seat near him motioning for Viv to follow him.
Oliver brings two hands together in front of him, near to his chest as he catches Kennedy's glance and a polite incline of his head in return to the glance. His smile, genuine and freely given in this case, flashes those sparkling pearly whites before he glances again to the proceedings after making room for Max to settle in also.
The event between the Malks was a welcome distraction as Rin was a bit nervouse about all the serious talk. She lets her hands smooth out the lap of her dress with a touch of nervouse excitement.
When Salvatore arrives she looks back and then spots Viv and her attention falls back to the front of the room, hands balling into fists in her lap.
Elizabeth continues down the aisle toward the stage and then resumes her original spot at the base of it, back pressing against the stage wall as she turns to face the auditorium as a whole. Her gaze roams the various rows as she shifts the weight of her fire axe from one shoulder to the next.
As Max settles in Kennedy briefly shifts her attention his way, head dipping slightly as he mumbles something. She shakes her head as if to indicate not to worry about it. Oliver's smile is returned with one of her own and then she resumes having the majority of her attention upon the proceedings; Crawley first, then to Summer.
Viviana quietly follows Salvatore into the room, her steps light as her heels tap gently on the floor. Her dark eyes shift to a few faces before she takes a seat in the spot that Sal motioned to
Ian inclines his head lightly at Max when he sits down, smiling to the man and then leaning back into his seat. He looks to Sal as he approaches and offers a small nod, remaining placidly seated, watching the stage with rapt attention unless whispered to.
Having found his new seat -- now, he is not so alone -- Max's smile becomes a grin that threatens to split his face in half. He looks positively content. His eyes shift to Rin, soon after, and he sort of stares at her. Why not? Thems tattoos jam.
For the most part, Lunette remains still while listening to the goings on, though she lifts a hand so she can begin to fiddle with her choker as she rests there in her seat. She gives a light swallow and a little wiggle of her nose, just once.
Whatever Emily whispers to Grayson, it is met with a nod, as if simply accepting her words. No other reaction, no facial twitch to suggest what kinds of things she has said to him. He never looks her way, though he does lean in to make sure he catches each one, however slightly. His eyes are still assessing most things, the Prince most of all, though not quite as intensely now, relenting a bit and sparing attention to the others around her in small doses.
With the correct Malkavian Primogen now settled in his seat, Summer shifts her attention back toward the auditorium, her pleasant demeanor returning. "Thank you, Seneschal," she says, once more affording a nod to the Nosferatu. "Next, I would like to announce those Kindred in the praxis who have earned my favor. I will name these particular individuals at each Court, up to three at a time, to thank them for their contributions to the praxis and their demonstrated loyalty by offering my aid in strengthening their position in the city." So said, the Prince sits up a little straighter, her clasped hand sliding further down her lap to perch atop her knees. "Firstly, I award my favor to Keeper Harper Campbell for her steadfast loyalty. For keeping the peace during my unavoidable absence following the attack on the Arts District, and for deftly handling the attempted coup in Elysium by the cowards Nakisisa Kanumba and Gabriel Coleman." Mentioning this has turned Summer?s smile into something more venomous and definitely less pleasant. She does not linger upon the matter any longer, however, opting to merely look over at the Keeper in question and fix her with a warm stare.
The Prince then turns, searching briefly in the audience before saying, "The next Kindred to earn my respect is the harpy Jenet Elledene. I will grant her my assistance in recompense for her business?s defilement by the Sabbat. Hopefully this small token can be put toward rebuilding Zavarka, a beloved rack in the city?s Arts District, where any Kindred in good standing -- Camarilla or Anarch -- may gather. I hope this will encourage you to defy the Sabbat?s brutish attempts at destroying such a treasured haunt, and please know that we look forward to your hospitality once again." Supposing Jenet is able to be seen, the Prince will offer her a gentle smile and a humble dip of her head.
"Lastly," Summer says, shifting in her seat to stare at Zane in his nearby seat, "I award my last favor to Clan Brujah, for their incredible bravery the night of the attacks. This is to acknowledge Deputy Francis Walker?s ultimate sacrifice and the heroics of Primogen Zane Gray and Whip Quinn Gallo who, along with Beth Slate and Coop, took down a True Sabbat along with other rabble. As clan representative, Primogen Gray may decide how to best utilize this favor, either reserving it for himself or bestowing it on a clanmate. Given the enormity of their contribution, Clan Brujah can expect to receive my favor at next week?s Court as well."
Salvatore returns Ians nod and flashes a smile to Viviana before he turns his attention to the Princes words he remains quiet paying close attention.
Jezebel, placid throughout, does turn her attention towards Summer when she speaks of course. When Nakisisa and Gabriel are mentioned she smooths her hands down over her gown and then settles them into her lap.
Alejandro blinks a little as the Prince decries the Ventrue as cowards, clearly his respect for the Prince increasing a little. He meets the rest of the decrees about favour with polite applause.
Although she's made herself comfortable in LA, Svetlana Serova is still a new face, and uses the opportunity to match names to faces. Two of them are at least quasi-familiar, Zane and Harper, but her attention lingers on Janet for a moment longer, and she takes the opportunity to finally light the cigarette that's been twisting around her fingers for the duration of court thus far. Her face briefly flares in a flickering amber glow from her match.
Harper looks towards the Prince after watching the departures, making sure the doors close and no one tries to slip in after. As she's named having earned the Prince's favor she politely inclines her head in silent gratitude, with a soft smile crossing her face. "It was my honor, Prince Hastings." Her voice raised just enough to carry. "I in turn would also like to thank Deputies Elizabeth and Shelly, and our ex-Scourge Jordan for standing in defense of Elysium as well."
Rin looks to Emily and gives her a soft smile, her fists loosening just a touch now. Summer speaks of the attempted Coup and her smile falters, sadness touching her eyes as she looks on. But there is soft applause at the end of the announcements.
As Lunette listens, she nibbles a bit on her lower lip. A folded piece of paper is then tugged from her purse so she can fan her face gently.
Gretchen remains silent as words go on, her face passive, her body still like only the long dead can be. Her eyes simply forwards.
Lilena listens, as she moves her seating postioning a bit as she can't sit still too long she shifts in her chair, she doesn't seem happy about what she is hearing about her domitore but, she doesn't react to it.
At the mention of Zane and her own name, Quinn redirects her focus from her two charges back to the dais and court officials -- lips curling slightly as she gives Zane a slight wink before letting those pale blue eyes of hers rest upon Summer once again. The mention of Gabriel and Nakisisa's names do elicit a visible stiffening of her posture despite the elegant dress, but she manages to remain silent for now.
Avery shakes her head just a touch as the two Ventrue are called cowards, reaching up to tuck a bit of hair behind an ear as she then settles back a bit more comfortably in her seat, continuing to simply listen and observe.
Zebastian attention turns as Summer makes her degrees -- looking after towards Jenet then Harper, and towards Beau briefly, before eyes pivot to find Elizabeth in the crowd - touch to where Sveta is -- then scan, watching Quinn and Zane. The Westside Malk's hands brush at his hair, and should anyone look at him? He's smiling gently - curious, mute, and probably following what's going on with polite silence.
The Prince's announcement of favor, specifically the first portion, finally draws a real, visible reaction from Grayson. Those enar him can see his jaw clench and can hear his teeth grind viciously. He glances at Emily, as if to convey his displeasure, a dark look, and then towards the rest of the Ventrue, as now, finally, studying each one in turn.
As Shelly is named for thanks by the Keeper, she rises enough to give a dip of her shoulders and head, in a bow of acknowledgement to Harper all the way from her spot in the back of the room.
Elizabeth strokes her hand along her fire axe's handle as she listens to those behind her on stage. Her gaze finds Lunette in the crowd but then Summer is speaking Nakisisa and Gabriel's name's. The Malkavian rises on the tips of her toes and searches the crowd before frowning, though her frown is short lived as her name and Shelly's are mentioned shortly after by Keeper Campbell. Her grip tightens on her axe and she stands up just a 'little' straighter in front of the stage.
"The last issue of reward comes in the form of granted Domain," Summer says, her head held aloft with such poise one could balance a book on it. "Firstly, to Sveta Serova of Clan Malkavian, I bestow the Domain of Dogtown to you and your clanmates. I entrust you to be the steward of this locale and thank you and the rest of the Malkavians in the city for your assistance with all manner of....unique intel gathering." The Prince searches for the Malkavian in question, her smile growing broad enough to pinch dimples at her cheeks. She then looks over to Beau, offering him a genial dip of her head. "Both your Whip and your clanmates have been invaluable to the praxis. Thank you."
She then shifts her body to turn toward Crawley, fixing him with a congenial smile. "And to clan Nosferatu, I grant Domain over Skid Row. Your clan?s dedication to praxis security is well-known and deserves recognition. Furthermore, I credit the Hidden Clan with saving my life the night of the attacks and specifically thank the Nosferatu Anarch known as Otto for his heroism. In return, I will also pledge a boon to this brave Kindred."
And now, turning with graceful ease, Summer fixes Strauss with a brilliant smile. "And while this is not a recent development, I would like to confirm the bestowment of the Civic Center to clan Tremere. I thank Primogen Strauss for his steadfast loyalty and acknowledge the invaluable services that Clan Tremere affords us. You are truly invaluable in our fight against the Sabbat and we are grateful for you."
Violet hears the Prince call Nakisisa and Gabriel cowards. No reaction but to stare and listen. When Avery settles in her seat, Violet turns her head briefly to regard her, before keeping her eyes forward. There's a smile that touches her lips, faintly, as she recalls something, but then it fades. Then, her clan is mentioned by the Prince, and she breaks her stare to look at the others amongst her for their reactions. Her smile returns.
When addressed by the Prince, Zane stands and then smiles towards Summer. "Thank you Prince. We did what we did to help the Praxis and we're saddened by the loss of Francis. His valiant effort to save lives came at a high cost but we appreciate him and honor his name. As for the boon, it is best served given to Beth and Coop. They proved their mettle, might, and their devotion to clan and Praxis that night. So it will be their boon." With a nod of his head towards Summer he then looks to Quinn, Beth and Coop and gives them a smile before taking his seat once more.
"Loud and clear." Beau calls back with a sweet sort of grin as swiftly adds, "Clan Malkavian thanks for your kind words, Your Grace." He hasn't fixed his posture and he shoots an upnod and a grin to the Prince when she mentions his Whip. "Picked her myself."
Karner's face doesn't tend to show much as he listens, not even a smile. But there is a brief raising of his eyebrows at the mention of Dogtown being given to Sveta and her clanmates. His lips turn up in faint amusement again when Beau further comments on the matter.
It doesn't go over brilliantly with a few of the Ventrue along the terraced seats to hear the former Primogen and former (?) Whip described as such. Most likely agree where Kanumba is concerned, as he did flee the city. Opinions are a bit more mixed on Coleman. However, none of of them are willing to die on Hill Gabriel, this night. Still. The Clan of Kings does not like having attention called to its failings. No doubt some big changes will need to be made, to re-secure their rightful prominence, soon.
Sveta's still gazing at the harpy over her cigarette as her name is called. She makes a face like she's realized that someone's dipped her Newport in embalming fluid and drags her attention back to the stage. She does her best to respond to the prince's pronouncement with a smile, but it comes across as more of a toothy cringe, the stink of formaldehyde imagined wrinkling her nose. She's made no effort to hide her fangs: they complete her look for the evening, after all.
The temporary Herald nods as the Prince finishes, rising slghtly as his Clan is called out, "The Hidden Clan is pleased to be of sevice to Your Highness and the Praxis. We shall keep this safe for you."
He says then to the assembled Kindred, "Are there any others of standing in this Praxis who wish to offer words about anyone among us?" Crawley pauses for along enough to scan the crowd and see if any Primogen, Harpy, or Kindred of significant standing will speak up and say something more.
Then, a fraction of a second too long to play it off as natural, the Russian Malkavian dips her head in thanks and offers something of the same verbally, although her distance to the stage is likely too great for it to reach its intended target without any concerted projection.
Zebastian's eyebrows go up a tad, as Summer grants Domain to Sveta and fellow Malkavians -- guess that means the Westsider actually knows what the hell that means, eh? He glimpses to Beau, then tries to find Sveta in the crowd... Covering his mouth a little as he watches her cringe/smile -- but should he get Sveta's attention, somehow? A little wink for her, as a treat.
Gretchen does finally move, her hand slowly raising, motioning towards Crawley as he looks to open up the floor.
"Primogen von Eisen," Crawley looks toward the Ventrue and nods, "You have the floor."
Ian's lips pull into a faint frown as the speeches end, leaning back in his seat and watching the stage. He glances aside at Max and Oliver then to the stage, looking at Gretchen and nodding very faintly.
Needless to say, the granting of Domains to the Malkavian, Nosferatu and Tremere will ensure that there are no hard feelings for such largesse being dispensed to the Prince's own Clan a few minutes earlier. Regent Strauss seems particularly satisfied, judging by his complete lack of expression or emotion whatsoever. However, he'll soon settle his blood-red mirror shades upon Gretchen with something like...acknowledging her existence.
Lilena moves her attention from the prince now to the Primogen of the Ventrue and watches closely remaining quiet.
Salvatore shakes his head and takes a deep unnecessary breath as he continues to watch own his own features being unreadable at the moment. When Gretchen is given the floor he leans back a bit and watches with slight curiosity.
Summer looks to Gretchen when she raises her hand, fixing the new Ventrue Primogen with a gentile smile. It would appear that any remaining wrath is reserved for the two ne'er-do-wells already mentioned, and at least no visible hard feelings are nurtured against the Clan of Kings itself. "Good evening, Primogen von Eisen," she says, acknowledging the Grafina with a pleasant timbre. She then falls silent, attentively waiting to receive her.
"Remember what I have told you, all will come right." Gretchen notes, softly as she looks to where her clan has gathered. Rising from her seat to a stand, right hand brushing down her cuirass, her clothes. "I did however wish to take a moment to adress you. All of you."
Her shoulders set, and her stance widens just a hair, subtly taking up more of the room. "And how I am proud of all of you. We are here today, in the continuation of a war that many of us fought in long ago." There is a distinct nod to Strauss and Crawley then before her attention returns to the court.
"You are all here, unbowed, and unbroken still doing your parts, each and every one of you. And much is being asked of you. To defend not only your own homes, but those of your neighbors who would otherwise spit upon you. Not for your own gain..."
"But because it is right."
"To see that the Sabbat, and every trace of its vile fingerprints are expunged, eradicated, and if need be blasted from the face of the city of angels. Not for glory, not for want, but because we must to keep those we call our families, our friends, our lovers, safe. All of you here today have recieved a call, and all of you have answered, and in doing so you have sent out a message that cannot be ignored."
"Then this is the message we send forth today. That no matter how many times we must rebuild, we will. That no matter how strong the storm, we will weather it. That no matter how far from shore we seem, that we have searched for ground in deeper wells. That out of the depths of sorrow, and of sacrifice, when the dust settles and they gaze upon Los Angeles. They will find us standing."
For his part, after the Prince mentions what Nakikisa and Gabriel did, Max becomes a little less jolly. Just a little. There is still a hint of a smile on his face, but he is now sitting back, comfortable, with an arm along the back of his chair and that of the neighboring one. His eyes move to Ian, then to Oliver, and then to Gretchen. But, as usual, he says nothing.
The Ventrue at least seem to appreciate their 'Hollywood Knight'. A Toreador begins humming the 'Defiance of Zavarka'. It's unknown if it's done ironically or not.
The Nosfeatu Seneschal nods to Gretchen, "Well said, Primogen. The Tower will endure this hardship."
Crawley scans the crowd and spies Elizabeth's hand. He pauses for a few moments to see if anyone of higher standing has any. Assuming the answer to that is no, he says, "You have the floor, Deputy Tanner."
Beau rolls his eyes, it is not subtle, but he doesn't have anything else to add.
Viviana shifts in her seat quietly as she listens to the others
Not every Ventrue completely appreciates the speech. The newest one watches Gretchen at first, as if hopeful of her words, as they continue, however, he seems less than inspired. His stare stays on her for a long moment, before Grayson sighs a little. He just shakes his head, but any words he might have seem to be being saved, likely due to this being Court..
If this were a hip coffee shop or some poetry slam, Oliver would possibly start snapping to the words of the Primogen. Sadly, the only thing that might snap if he did that here are his fingers. Well probably not thanks to Elysium but it's probably not worth pushing. And so he sits up in earnest and gives a polite clasp to Gretchen's words, as the blue blood Primogen did earlier tonight. A respectful show of approval for her words as he looks to Max and Ian and those seated nearby.
V claps for Gretchen, (To be fair. She'd probably clap for anyone out of politeness.), but it was difficult to speak publicly and the Ventrue Knight seemed impassioned. The clapping doesn't last long, but the ghoul acknowledged her.
Ian's hands come up in polite applause, more to be seen applauding than anything else. Supporting the Clan before his hands fall back to his lap. He glances briefly to Oliver, then Gretchen, then back to Summer, eyes lingering there now.
As the various comments on Clan Ventrue are given and the replacement Primogen urges unity, Kennedy turns her attention just for a moment to the Ventrue of Hancock Park to judge their reactions.
Elizabeth had shifted her fire axe to one arm and started to raise her hand before Gretchen was called before her. She listens quietly and then straightens when Crawley calls on her, next. The Malkavian lifts her free hand and points out toward the audience in the vague direction of Shelly. "Thank you, Seneschal..." She begins in a Boston accent (?), "...I just -had- to call out my fellow Deputy and clan-mate for her good work in the recent weeks. By embracing the gifts that she's been so hesitant to accept, she's done so much in helping identify our enemy... specifically Dusty and his vehicle of choice. The very man who murdered our former prince, Violeta Altamirana. Miss Marin deserves our praise."
Quinn listens to the words of the newly minted Ventrue Primogen in silence, nodding silently in agreement -- gaze slipping sidelong to regard the two charges at her side in brief. She does slowly let her focus return to the dais to eventually settle in upon Summer and Crawley both.
Salvatore shakes his head places his hands in his lap listening to Gretchen's speech and just softly sighs not seeming to be all that inspired by it. He just remains quiet as he watches on.
Jezebel looks to Gretchen when she rises and speaks, her expression soft and she offers a smile to the Ventrue if a look is cast in her direction. There will be an approving nod but otherwise she continues with her seemingly impartial presence.
Alejandro follows Gretchen's speech, straining every word through several mental seives until it is over. He applauds when it's done and again, when Elizabeth is done, applauds. His reports having been given the Primogen Council in private, he has nothing to add publicly.
Summer listens to the new Ventrue Primogen give her speech, the Toreador's lips remaining poised in a smile. "Rousing words," she concedes, extending a polite dip of her head. "Thank you for the rallying cry, Primogen von Eisen. As you say, this fight against the Sabbat is no longer something we can afford to ignore -- it is quite literally on our doorstep, affecting our lives and livelihood. My thanks to Clan Ventrue for reminding us of this perspective." The Prince favors the new Primogen with a wide smile, which in turn is shone toward the other Ventrue assembled around her.
As the topic closes, the Rose shifts her interest toward Elizabeth, patiently waiting.
Lunette glances up from her lap when Gretchen speaks, and her gaze drifts to Elizabeth afterward. She focuses on the axe-weilding woman.
Sveta catches Zebastian's eye. She offers him a little shrug and a fluttered eyeroll, which is interrupted in its midst as Gretchen speaks her piece; she focuses accordingly. Without eyebrows, it's hard to tell that her forehead knits, but she does glare down at the Hollywood Knight, takes her in, then watches her intended audience's reaction. The Russian puffs smoke sidelong and slinks back into her seat, rapping her thick, decidedly-not-brass-knuckle ring against the back of the seat beside her in applause.
Elizabeth's words draw an astute nod from the Malkavian whip as well.
"Very well," Crawley then nods, "We will move onto Introductions." He looks to the Prince and says, "I believe we only have one this evening, Your Highness. Oliver Lancaster III of Clan Ventrue."
The Nosferatu looks toward the Ventrue Primogen's chair and Gretchen, "Primogen von Eisen, will you bring forth your Clansman to be presented?" He then takes a step backward, crosses his hands over themselves, and waits in silence for the Ventrue to bring their new arrival before the throne.
Put on the spot like that by Elizabeth, Shelly looks like she's just about ready to try and disappear on the spot, but there's not shadows in the bright lit room and elysium rules against obfuscate besides. So she stands, in the momentary spotlight giving a very awkward smile before Crawley moves the business forward and she can slip back down to her seat and out of attention.
Zebastian upnods when Sveta acknowledges him -- but bless, Zeb seems frankly a touch puzzled by Gretchen's speech -- left pressing his fingertips together after she's done speaking, eyes pivoting like he was struggling with a particularly difficult logic problem. The humming from the Toreador over yonder? One might note the kid actually covers an ear briefly as if worried about worms --- but that split attention gets taped back together when Crawley mentions Elizabeth, eyes moving to listen her in turn share her bit. Where's Shelly? Oh there; her movement garners her a little wink from Zeb, and a little half-hidden thumbs-up of encouragement.
What seems to resemble some kind of Malkavian cat-lady...an elderly woman dressed in an expensive fur coat from the 1950s, will begin making little 'meow' sounds at Shelly. Meows of approval.
Gretchen gives a nod to Crawley, apparently this is her time to speak during the court. She actually moves to put her busby hat back on her head as she steps with the clank of metal down from the stage to motion for Oliver to join her.
"The clan Ventrue presents Oliver Lancaster the Third, childe of Edwin Montgomery, of the bloodline of Mithras. Member in good standing. Recently arriving from London, and seeking introduction in accordance with the fifth tradition and the allowance of domain."
When the sounds of meowing in approval can be heard Beau lets out a soft spoken and off handed, "Oh, Maud made it out tonight." Glancing to Strauss, "I'll have to ask her how Trevor is doing, he had a hairball last month that was really giving him a run for his money."
Stepping forward and walking towards Gretchen, to fall in step behind her Oliver rises from his seat, and while on another night he may have a bit of fun totally acidentally on purpose elbowing someone as he walks past, tonight just isn't that night. He's been presented before...though it has been a while. The taller frame of Oliver Lancaster III however still smoothly makes its way down the steps to follow in line with his Primogen, standing back and to the right just ever so. Suit jacket buttoned once as he descends the steps, he plays that fine line in clothing between being ready for a formal presentation, and ready for the Court after-party.
Upon approaching and standing behind Gretchen, he politely averts his gaze until acceptance, not so much looking to the floor but also not looking to the Prince in full until she's allowed him to be acknowledged and welcomed. Hands clasp behind his back, and he stands the stock still picture of ancient blue-blooded etiquette.
One of the attendants slips as unobtrusively as they can forward to speak with Harper in quiet whispers. She leans slightly forward to hear, a faint smile crossing her face before she nods and motions the attendant back towards the entryway then settles back in her seat to look to the introduction in progress.xn
As Oliver rises from his seat Kennedy turns her head to watch him a moment, then she nods briefly to Ian while whispering something back. Slender fingers adjust the oversized sweater she wears, watching attentively as the introductions are made.
"Thank you, Deputy Tanner," Summer says, "For taking the time to acknowledge a fellow Kindred's service." Turning to look at Shelly directly, she allows that momentary singe of humiliation to continue as she is addressed, "Thank you, Deputy Marin. Miss Tanner speaks true. You foretold the make of the very vehicle we now know belongs to the Lasombra Dusty. I am very grateful for your insightful gifts." The Malkavian is issued a warm smile, her gaze lingering, that appreciative look only drifting once the Ventrue draw forward for their introduction.
With the return of the Blue Bloods, Summer shifts to receive them. She looks first to Gretchen, then to Oliver, the weight of her attention fixating upon him. "Welcome to Los Angeles," the Prince greets, the corners of her mouth lifting just so. "The Court welcomes you." She pauses, tilting her head a fraction. "When you say that you are seeking domain, could you please clarify what that means? Are you seeking to accrue new holdings for Clan Ventrue, or merely asking for residence within the city?"
Shelly does seem comforted or at least distracted by Cat Lady Maud's meows of approvals, enough so that she can give a bow of her head towards Summer's thanks. "Any time, Prince Hasting." But for now, very happy to go back to just observing.
Let's be honest. Fair or not.: It's been a bit a rough week for Gabriel nee Coleman in the court of vampiric public opinion (especially among the Nosferatu, Toreador and Tremere!) He may or may not wonder why a few of his fellow Ventrue are a teensy bit uncomfortable if he sits too near them. But they will keep a stiff upper lip.
Avery continues to watch the proceedings like so many others around her, but there's a faint gleam of interest now in her eyes at this introduction phase. Her gaze settles first on Gretchen and then on Oliver, taking the pair in as she listens.
Gretchen takes a step back as Summer addresses Oliver. There close for support, but allowing him free reign to make his own case without her interference.
Gabriel is late. Fashionably? He'd say so, but in any regard, the Ventrue comes in quietly, moving to sit with his fellow Kindred, his insufferable smile still on his lips, watching the Court proceed. Sitting next to his ghoul, he reads his notes and oddly his smile widens, as though a bigger joke were at play. Leaning in, he whispers to Lilena, but otherwise watches and listens, not wantingn to interrupt what is happening.
As he is addressed, the warm smile of Oliver's is directed towards the Prince then. "With your consent, I do humbly request to join my fellow kin in the area of Hancock Park. A gift of domain that I may tend to, and bring to bear for the good of the city and your rule, as I hope to use the my skill and the reputation of my organization, an extension of the European branch of Zephyr Talent Acquistions. Our goals are influence of course in the mortal world and to hold sway over their machinations in the entertainment industry, while also finding those who may serve to fill our ranks, whether it be the Clan of Roses with only the finest talent to suggest, or the Brujah and some of the athletes who may boulster their ranks. I believe Mr. Stanford already holds sway near there, and I trust that with your gift of this area, I can both strengthen his efforts and learn from one who has already proven their establishment within the city itself."
His tone is smooth, not humble for he knows what he brings to the table, yet knows it also remains to be proven. It is, however, respectful and spoken in a way that knows that he is asking, not expecting, as he looks to Summer.
From her place near her own two charges, Quinn remains silent. Her gaze follows the brief departure and return of Harper followed soon after by the arrival of Gabriel. Posture visibly stiffening, she slides her hand down the hem of her dress and leans over to whisper quietly with the two at her side.
Karner's been listening all this time, and applauding softly or giving little nods to people on occasion, particularly of his clan. Something Oliver says must catch his interest, because one eyebrow arches. He leans back in his seat again, index fingers tapping against one another.
Beau is watching the door as Gabriel walks in and his eyes follow the Ventrue until he takes his seat, then his eyes flick back to the newest member of the Praxis and both his brows go up. Curious, he watches a little longer and then he flicks his attention back to the Prince as he mouths the word, 'Jenga.'
Rin steals a glance around to see how people are reacting to everything and then she spots Gabriel arrive and pity can be seen in her eyes. Her eyes go back to where the Ventrue is stating his case and she listens, curious as man lists his desires.
Lilena nods her head slightly at Gabriel's words to her and soon she whispers back and then pays attention to court and keeps taking down notes on her Ipad.
Emily Cade stretches out in a perfectly luxurious fashion, where she is reclining in one of the pleasingly cushioned auditorium seats between Grayson and Rin. She very well might have something of her own to say this evening, but it will certainly wait until the most pressing business has been conducted. Who can compete with Hancock Park vampire deigning to ask Downtown's permission for anything?
From her seat way up, Vy's studiously taking in what she can - who is in favor, who is not, and why, and then what follows. Her expression remains curious, even if there are a few things - given the occasional tilt in her head - that she might find puzzling.
Ian's eyes cut aside to Gabriel but he doesn't otherwise react to the man's smug attempts to look like he's the king of the world, despite being buried in shit. He simply looks back to the stage silently as Oliver introduces himself.
Rochelle takes note of the things that seem to interest Karner, and notes down names and neighborhoods. She's doing short hand, stream of consciousness sort of note taking right now, planning to parse it all out later. A lot of things, she doesn't fully understand in the moment. There's a lot of information to take in!
Salvatore glances to Gabriel as he enters and sits his eyes remain there briefly before turning them back to the proceedings.
Gabriel notices Quinn's reaction and giving her an oh, so playful wink. Listening to his ghoul, he nods and pats her knee, shoulder leaning into shoulder with the ghoul in a warm nudge before continuing in silence. He watches on. His chin held high, his poster relaxed, but still largely formal. He nods politely to Ian, and continues to listen.
There is no pity in the Sheriff's eyes when he watches Gabriel move through the crowd and take his place, the mildest of scorn leaks out beyond the mask of dispassion, and he leans in again and whispers to his Clan.
For whatever reason, when Quinn leans over to whisper to the two fledglings besides her, Coop will appear rather disarmingly embarrassed on Gabriel's behalf. Beth Slate glares at him as if the notorious Ventrue drowned kittens for sport.
Zebastian ... okay, maybe the Westsider's eyes have glazed over somewhat, as the presentation to the Prince are made, and Oliver asking Summer for things, something about talent and athletics and--- hell, is Zebastian really present to this part, or what? To the Malk's credit, he's at least not interrupting with any kind of babble or backchat -- but that attention has drifted, man. Looking out over the small sea of Ventrue with a dazed sort of disconnected curiosity of the Vibe that Gabriel has brought in and the ripples its making amongst the ol' Blue Bloods and beyond.
Summer listens to Oliver's request, her gaze remaining fixated upon him and no where else. Her expression is mild and thoughtful, her posture gracefully erect. Finally, at the petition's conclusion, she shifts her gaze from the new Ventrue to Ian Stanford, then back again. Of course, doing so reveals Gabriel, but she is content to let her eyes glance past him as if unseeing. "If you wish to take up residence in Hancock Park," she begins, "You will need to speak with Mister Stanford. It his his decision to make. Furthermore, I cannot and will not grant Domain to a Kindred I hardly know, let alone trust. I am certain that with time you will prove yourself to be a valuable asset in this city, but for now the petition for Domain is denied." The Toreador softly smiles, lips pressed in friendly acknowledgement. "You are welcome to stay in the city, of course. And I am glad to have you. The Clan of Kings has always provided enormous value to our praxis."
Elizabeth's grip tightens on her fire axe as the words 'Hancock Park' are mentioned and she slides those pretty hazel eyes toward Oliver. The Malkavian Deputy watches the newly introduced Ventrue from her spot at the stage wall where she leans below the row of Primogen, Seneschal, and Prince herself.
Ian's eyes lift to Summer and he inclines his head at her graciously, glancing to Oliver and gesturing a bit dismissively as if to signal for the man not to worry. He settles his hands over his lap and lets his eyes return to Summer, once more locking onto the hazel-eyed Prince.
Wait, did someone enter? While Shelly almost certainly noticed the late Ventrue's arrival, her head never turns. She keeps her eyes on the actual important business after all for the court.
Oliver nods to Summer and he he brings his hands together in the way people do on stage at times, or theater, to acknowledge that which has been said, or to offer gratitude. "I am appreciative then, for the welcome. Thou art wise to be patient, and allow me to prove myself." With that he steps back, looking to Gretchen, as it would seem then that the matter is concluded, and he would follow her once more away from the area before the Prince before once more returning to his seat. He puts a hand once, on Ian's shoulder as he walks past, before settling down.
Max is just eye-candy where he sits. Not the good kind, mind: the bland, tepid kind, like whatever your grandmother keeps in her Swarovski dish at home. Werther's Original, probably. He is big; he is quiet; and he still looks very relaxed. So much that he doesn't even look at Gabriel, as others do. Nah: just be the Werther's.
Crawley remains in his position, hunched over next to the Prince's throne like withered old crone. He just watches impassively with his blue eyes as the Ventrue is Introduced. He does that the entire time the process happens watching and doing his best impression of a gargoyle on the Prince's throne.
The sole exception to this was when Oliver asks for domain as a new arrival. His brow rises curiously and he peers just that bit harder at the Ventrue. The look he gives is not very approving.
When the Introduction is done, he looks once more at the Prince, "Your Highness, there are no peitions for the Court this evening, but Emily Cade wishes to address the Court on a matter." He then looks out toward the location where Emily is and gestures toward the Rose, "Miss Cade, you have the floor."
Ian's breath catches a bit at something, hands tensing briefly. He's snapped out of it as Oliver's hand find his shoulder, Ian glancing up at the man and nodding quietly, leaning to speak briefly and quietly.
Briefly, Violet lowers her head, only to then lean in towards Alejandro and the others. She merely nods, eyes catching sight of Gabriel for a moment before staring back towards the stage.
Gretchen escorts Oliver back, clasping him once on the shoulder with a soft. "Pray not for easy lives..." Then a lean in towards Ian to mention something before she heads back up to her chair.
Beau shifts in his seat and pulls back his sleeve to look down at a wristwatch that isn't ticking, he taps it twice and then turns back to the proceedings with a respectful amount of attention as Crawley speaks and Emily is mentioned by name.
Grayson's eyes slide from those of this CLan, to the newest entry, and settle on Gabriel as he enters and stay on him for a while. His eyes scan the room for others' reactions,specifically his Clan mates. There's a small little shake of his head and his jaw sets, turning back to Summerand Crawley as they speak.
Ian leans up to reply to Gretchen quickly.
There's a few mutters among the Clan of Kings. For all the Prince had briefly acknowledged the Clan's 'enormous value', it's hard not to notice that a Ventrue has so far been the only one denied anything. Uppity Toreadors!
Summer peers toward her fellow Rose when 'Miss Cade' is called upon. She hikes her eyebrow in curiosity and says, "Oh?" She awaits the petition with that eyebrow seemingly caught in that puzzled little arch, only seeming to relax it when
Emily steps forward to talk.
"Pray for the strength to endure a difficult one," murmurs Max mostly to himself after hearing what Gretchen tells Oliver. This puts the smile back on his face.
Gabriel leans forward, listening to the determination from the Prince. My, my! What's this? He doesn't seem surprised, just curious at the actions and behaviors of the court as a whole. Unbothered. Moisturized. Happy. In his lane. Focused. Flourishing.
Lilena leans against Gabriel and smiles as he pats her knee, she does keep typing away on her Ipad taking down notes. She doesn't seem surprised by anyof the court happenings not one bit.
Catching sight of that playful wink via Gabriel, Quinn visibly rolls her eyes in dismissal of the Ventrue. Letting those pale blue eyes of hers light momentarily upon some of the more familiar faces of his clanmates such as Salvatore and Ian, before doing another sweep of the room to eventually settle her focus on Emily Cade as the woman pipes up to speak.
Speaking of uppity Toreadors.
Emily Cade will rise from where she had been ever so gracefully reclined besides Grayson and Rin. She absently pats the former on his arm, even as she rises - the Harpy assuming a poised, slender silhouette. She smiles at Crawley with a distressingly overly-telegraphed regard in her big, bright ice blue eyes. Then she favors Summer with a more gently genuine fondness.
She'll address the assembled Court with a thrummy purr of molten sincerity, which if heartfelt, would make her a far better actress than when she starred in a couple of career-killing box office bombs in the early 90s. Well. Other people's careers. She was killed the old fashioned away.
She says, "As you know...The coward Nakisisa Ka-NUM-bah abandoned more than just his Sect, his Clan and his ridiculous skyscraper behind. He left promises behind as well," She deliberately exaggerates the former Primogen's surname with an affected West African accent before continuing normally...at least until something seems to briefly distract her. She lids her lashes, and then...after a moment's annoyance (which comes and goes so quickly that it might be your imagination), she'll abruptly pirouette onto a different topic entirely.
She motions to the pretty little tattoo artist wearing the /beautiful/ dress who had been sitting near her, "Kanumba made promises to this little one. False promises. I've agreed to be her mentor. And if you have any problem with her, or if she makes a faux pas...You may seek satisfaction with Emily Cade of the Toreador. Some call her Caitiff. But /I/ think she may be a long lost Rose." After all...You just have to be pretty and artistic, right?
And if any Rose wishes to disagree with Emily Cade, they're welcome to voice it now.
Ian's attention shifts to the side, catching Quinn's gaze. He shrugs faintly and glances to Elizabeth, Max, Kennedy, and Oliver, as if drawing a little line around that group, separating them as he looks back to Quinn.
Whether this is selfless charity, or simply bulking up the Clan's numbers for a coming influence war, is anyone's guess.
Karner's wearing shaded glasses, so he can tell who he's really looking at. But he seems to glance from Emily over to Rin, albeit with no particular expression on his face. Eventually, his interest seems to go back to Summer. Even when she hasn't been speaking, his head is turned in her direction on occasion.
Salvatore shakes his head and sighs as he listens to Emily he looks to Viviana and leans in to speak softly to her before glancing back to the rest of whats going on his lips twitch in slight show of emotion but he bites it back.
At the conclusion of Emily's announcement, Max's eyes go to Gretchen. By then, the smile on his face is gone. Now, he looks serious. And concerned. Whatever Emily said shook him out of his relaxed mood; now, he looks to his Primogen, as if to see what she will do.
Alejandro has no feelings one way or the other on the matter of Clan membership, Clan Tremere has been known to fold clanless vampires into the Pyramid before so why would he hold any disregard for Clan Toreadore doing likewise. The announcement draws no more than the slightest of shrugs, as though to say "not my circus, not my monkeys."
Kennedy catches Ian's glance as she puts her attention upon Emily. She watches over her shoulder while listening to her fellow Rose make her case. Briefly Kennedy's sharp gaze turns to the tattooed fledgling, and there is a slight lift of her brow. It isn't a look of disdain. Perhaps she's simply curious about why one such as a Ventrue Primogen had any interest in one such as Rin. Her stare comes with no objection, however, and then is returned to the Prince and Council.
Gabriel nods to Emily's declaration. He considers the declaration, but mostly just watches, content to see the Caitiff is okay, at least. Should he be upset? Perhaps, but... he seems to have the expression of someone watching an interesting nature documentary than anything else. Of course, he looks like a man who's won, that smile unwavering.
Gretchen catches Max's look, but her response is to just lift her hand a little. Giving him a small nod and an almost apologetic look. A small little motion to indicate later.
Ian seems completely disinterested in the fate of Nakisisa's pet Caitiff, leaning to briefly whisper to Max.
Summer listens to Emily speak, that fiery eyebrow arching once more. She looks from her fellow Rose to the Ventrue Primogen, saying, "Is this true? Did Nakisisa Kanumba leave an enlightened ghoul without ensuring that she found stewardship amongst your number?" Perhaps sensing that the Primogen elect might not have been 'around' during this turn of events, her hazel-eyed stare shifts to address the other Blue Bloods. It seems she is giving someone, anyone, a chance to speak up, although an especially pointed stare is given toward Salvatore and then Gabriel, given their connection to the former Primogen.
Zebastian's head tilts, from over there in the cheap seats -- the last bit of what Emily said, about being pretty and artistic? That's a joke - is it a joke? It has to be a joke - right? Pale eyes pivot, trying to meet Sveta or Elizabeth, Beau or Karner, Shelly or even Ol' Maud Meowedith's -- any of his Clan-mates who might share illumination on the matter. He's pretty and artistic - what if he gets plucked into the fold by a Rose? Oh no.
When Emily is called out and rises, patting him on the arm, he offers her a nod, and a small,soft smile, that seems to lack any real joy at any events tonight. Still, it's a friendly gesture. He watches her take center of attention and listens to her speech. Eyes flicker to Rin and then back to where the rest of the ventrue are gathered, once more, he looks less than happy with the mention of the conduct of Clan Ventrue in this light.
Max responds to Ian quietly. His brows furrow. But he does not rise and does not make a fuss, no. He is simply quiet, and settled by the actions of his fellow Blue Bloods.
Emily's announcement has Serova's darkened lids drooping, and her eyes wandering. The Malkavian whip finishes her cigarette and flicks it into the seating a few rows down from her. Thankfully the undead are dispersed enough that no one is in imminent danger of being hit by the smoldering butt. She glances over at Zebastian and wrinkles her upper lip, placing a fully loaded index finger to the side of her head and painting the seating next to her with her own imagined gray matter.
Elizabeth purses her lips thoughtfully and pushes away from the wall again. She grips the handle of her fire axe with both hands and carefully sways it 'this' way and 'that' way in front of her as she moves back up the left-most aisle. She diverts down one of the rows and ultimately settles into a seat right beside Lunette. Her fire axe is placed horizontally across her lap.
Lilena sits there quitely while looking to Gabriel and giving him a smile and then looks over at the other ventrue. Then she moves her attention to the court happenings once more. She shifts a bit in her seat.
Karner notes Zebastian looking at him, and happens to catch Sveta's motion next. He blows the both of them a kiss, one after another. Mwah, mwah.
Summer listens to Emily speak, that fiery eyebrow arching once more. She looks from her fellow Rose to the assemblage of Ventrue, waiting for any sign of disapproval. Seeing none, she looks back to the Toreador and says, "That is incredibly gracious of you, Miss Cade. I am certain that an artist like Miss Rin will be more treasured amongst the Roses." And then, offering a smile to Rin, she says to the Caitiff directly, "Your skill makes you an obvious asset for clan Toreador. We are glad to welcome you whole-heartedly into our numbers." So said, the Prince leans back into her chair and aims a little glance at Crawley, fixing him with a mild smile.
It is with an aura of perfect pleasure and satisfaction, that Emily Cade will return to her seat between Grayson and Rin, as if one had poured her out onto with a pitcher of honey. She had never doubted Prince Sum-Sum's benevolence.
As Emily finishes speaking, Crawley nods to the Toreador, "How ... benevolent ... of you, Miss Cade." His baby blues drift from the overly generous harpy. He then steps forward once again and pauses, looking around the Court for dramatic effect. It seems like he was going to say something important.
Then, after that moment of silence, he says to the gathered, "There are no more matters for the Court to address this evening and I call for it to be concluded. Go into the night in peace and safety."
Crawley then retreats back to his seat next to the Prince and settles down, watching all those in the theater seats as they,no doubt, seek to disperse. As Court is called, the house lights grow distinctly brighter, just like in a theater, and allow others to get out of their seats much easier.
