2020-10-30 Camarilla Court V

Camarilla Court V

Participants: The Camarilla Court of Los Angeles Elizabeth

Storyteller: Summer Crawley Sundance

Location: Walt Disney Concert Hall ‒ Downtown Los Angeles

Date and Time: October 30, 2020 0000

Summary: Court.

The auditorium sits in its typical state before the start of Court. The house lights are dimmed but not so much that anyone could not easily find their seats. Something is different for this, the spookiest time of the year. The lights are not their usual yellow, but orange and red, casting the whole place into a surreal, colored landscape that seems to fit the Halloween spirit. Center stage has been set up in the usual manner, with the central throne and the wooden chairs to either side of it, one for each of the Primogen: Ventrue, Toreador, Tremere, Malkavian, and Brujah. There is one more chair, that of the Seneschal. It is a small bench that sits to the right side of the Prince's throne. It is empty, but then, suddenly, there is someone there. Crawley, and two other figures behind him, to his left and right. The Nosferatu is dressed in a ludicrous suit that is covered in pumpkins, a black shirt, a tie with pumpkins. He also has a curly black wig shot through with silver on one side. The two figures behind him are Nosferatu who have been poured into some skeleton spandex outfits. Each wears a wild white wig, their twisted faces are painted like a skeleton. Peter S. Pumpkins and his duo of skelly bois are in da house and will be presiding over the Court.

Scooby Doo, where are you? Right at the door of the concert hall doing her deputy duties of trying to make sure none of those costumed folks coming in are bearing real weapons or any Sabbat Party Crashers as Scooby Doo is Shelly. This //may// not have been her first choice of costume for the night as she's got a pretty elaborate skeleton face paint on along with the cartoon dog costume. She does gasp a bit as Crawley and his skelly bois show up, muttering something while looking in the direction of the Brujah banner but then it's back to the door duties.

Harper makes her way into the hall, but passes by her usual haunt by the side of the main doors. Instead she walks on over towards the Roses chosen section of seating, her hands gently pushing down some of the fluff of her cupcake skirt as she picks herself a chair to sit down in. She settles back and gently pushes the Hood back over her shoulders, crossing her legs and placing her hands in her lap.

Solomon is here. Well. It's probably Solomon. It's a frigging bear suit that could totally be stuffed with bombs. So many bombs. Bombs for everyone. But it's not, as was discovered by the Sheriff outside. The figure waddles in a bit awkardly and moves to go sit over in a section of chairs, struggling to force themselves into one. It doesn't work so well, and so the figure stands, crossing its paws and looking rather serious.

Oliver has shown up to Court tonight. This is not a surprise. That the Ventrue decided to 'go wild and crazy' and wear a costume is maybe a little more of a surprise. He can at least appreciate that there is a breeze out, and that he can wear the long jacket that comes with the rest of his attire. His facial hair is styled to full brooding mode, dark hair and dark brown eyes giving a glance about as he heads on over to the Ventrue seating area. Were this Carnival Row or some other gothic show, he'd be right at home. Though to be fair, he also reflects a good number of 80's teens with his chosen attire...minus the fact he's missing the black nail polish.

Elizabeth arrived early and is sitting in a row among the rest of the Roses. The small Toreador has become Catwoman this evening, the Michelle Pfeiffer version from Tim Burton's sequel to be more specific. She's managed to include a stylish whip tonight, either due to her status as a Deputy or perhaps just because it is entirely fake and made out of soft rubber. She sits at attention with her scrawny, latex-covered legs crossed gently. Harper receives a wide, radiant smile when she approaches.

It doesn't seem that Emily Cade goes in for all the pageantry of Halloween...However, she has consented to a pair of a tiny gray tufted mouse ears which are set amidst her otherwise messy mane of raven black hair. She's otherwise clad in a snugly fitting, black cashmere sweater that comes to just up under her chin and a pair of skinny, torn and black designer jeans to go with her Louboutin platform heels with their red-lacquered soles. She would have arrived with Kennedy, although after the Primogen goes to take her seat at the 'high table' as it were (or low, given the terrace-style seating of the auditorium), Emily will veer towards Harper. She'll greet the Keeper with a happy smile, and then settle right in next to her with a cat-like ease, as if they were oldest and dearest friends. She'll tilt her head to her fellow Toreador, wondering softly, "Are you quite alright? You wouldn't /believe/ the things I've heard." Her too-bright ice blue eyes suggests she'd love to regale Harper with every torrid rumor as to her recent tribulations.

A raven-haired, goth-looking Avery arrives with a small contingent of Tremere, sticking out like a sore thumb among the others in the bright red, gothic Victorian-style dress she wears. To some, the costume choice might simply look like a goth girl in a red dress; but to those familiar with late-'80s movies, she's Lydia Deetz from "Beetlejuice", wearing the poofy, bright red wedding dress. There's a momentary look around as she takes things in, eyes bright with amusement despite the otherwise somber expression she's trying to maintain. Slowly she makes her way to where others of her Clan have decided to park themselves, subtly hiking up the dress as she settles into a seat.

Alejandro is not one to delegate serious tasks and so he stands the other side of he entrance from Shelly, taking those wearing obfuscating costumes to a private room to undress before investigating their costumes and then returning to the door to repeat until the attendees filter out to a trickle. "This was always my least favourite holiday," he says to Shelly, "people are difficult enough to guage and understand when they are not disguised."

Sterling is perhaps a little too conservative to fully throw himself into the Halloween spirit. He's dressed up in a tuxedo to attend court this evening, though in a concession to the theme he has opted for on a rather striking (devilish?!) goat mask ( https://tinyurl.com/2p8beyjx ) which mostly obscures his face, though his hair is still as perfectly coiffed as ever. He was here pretty early to be sure of getting one of the better seats. He's sat with most of the rest of his clan, taking up a fairly relaxed posture with one leg crossed loosely over the other as he waits attentively for proceedings to proceed.

Mario's really been working out.

The round plumber boy walks down the aisle towards the front of the hall. Black boots? Check. Belt? Check. Blue overalls? Check. White gloves? Check. Red hat with an 'M' on it? Check. Horridly exaggerated mustache? Check as well. The difference is that this plumber's shirt looks like it's about to burst. His neck is thick and as defined as his chiseled forearms. Ain't no way the Princess'd be hiding in no castle tonight; not with the way the man leaps onto the stage and takes a Primogen seat for Clan Ventrue.

That's not-sa Mario; that's-a Max-io.

"People always wear disguises. Just tonight, they're more visible about being disguised," Shelly responds to Alejandro with a shrug. It's no secret she'd been dressed up in costume pretty much every night for the past two weeks and seems appropriately enthusiastic about the task of costume inspection.

There is no black leather jacket tonight, no, none at all, just a whole lot of orange. So MUCH ORANGE. Velma makes her way on into the room leading the rest of the Scooby Gang, orange sweater and red skirt with knee-high orange stockings and orange Mary-Janes. Even her glasses are thick black-rimmed, though thankfully missing any actual lenses. The wig seems a bit ill-fitting as the woman bypasses the general seats and carries herself all the way up to the dais before plopping herself down into the designated Brujah Primogen chair with a slight grump. Who'd a thought Velma could have latent anger management issues? No sooner is she seated than Quinn begins to fiddle a little with her wig, clearly not used to having something covering her normal Platinum crop.

Matching her Domitor's DC villain theme, Meri has dressed up as Poison Ivy. The choice was likely made due to the fact that the woman's hair is naturally red. The Ghoul is dressed in brownish-green leggings and a sleeveless emerald green body suit. The tight clothing shows off Meri's bulky and squarish build, as she sits near Elizabeth, arms crossed and clearly feeling more than a little bit silly.

Arriving soon enough comes Lunette, moving about with ease in her tall heels that simply force the woman to stand with posture more perfect than usual. Her movements are slow as she glances about to check who is here and seated where, and when she decides to moves towards her selected seat, the dark overcoat to her lace outfit billows gently behind her, tugged about by the faint breeze her long strides take. She offers a closed-lip smile at Shelly and a, "Happy halloween," to her, and when she speaks, tiny fangs could possibly be visible. Lu continues on down the aisle.

Lilena comes in the door's dressed as a kitty cat with her fur hooded ears and small black dress that comes up to her theighs with black stockings on and black heels that click on the floor when she walks to join the other ventrue and takes a seat with the other Ventrue that might be sitted already. She will give them a silent nod as she sits down.

Harper gives Elizabeth a soft smile as she takes the seat, a soft chuckle as she takes in the sleek material of the woman's costume. "I don't want to know how long that took to get into." Then Emily is coming over to sit down as well and inclines her head slightly. "I am doing fine, and I expect the rumor mill has been quite abuzz. Nothing to be done about it."

"This is my costume. I'm a homicidal maniac. They look just like everyone else. - Wednesday Addams."

That's exactly who Violet is dressed up as tonight, with a short sleeved black dress with a white collar and white cuffs, socks up to her knees and little black heels. She even has her hair done up in noose braids. She doesn't have glasses on tonight, and the only thing not fitting her outfit would be the little black purse she has over her right shoulder. She arrives, as per usual, with Avery, walking behind her to let her get to her seat first before sitting next to her. Her face is blank. Is she getting into character? Probably not, as it's per normal for her. There's a glance to Avery and then a faint nod.

The Toreador Primogen herself enters the stage dressed for a masquerade ball with a Halloween twist. She wears a black and white brocade corset drawn tight, accentuating her bust for once and the slimness of her stomach. The corset is paired with an elegant, puffy lace skirt that mostly hides equally elegant ankle boots. Topping her head is an old silk top hat adorned with countless large feathers and frills while a white porcelain mask fitted with a lace masquerade mask over it covers her face. At least, it must be Kennedy for the figure that entered alongside Emily sits down in the Toreador seat and becomes eerily still as a mannequin while observing the crowd.

Who the hell invited a priest?

A tall, pale, slender Catholic Priest has walked in -- attended to by a diminutive nun in an incredibly modest and exceedingly plain black habit and white veil. They do not chatter or socialise -- they simply swan in unison towards the auditoriums nosebleed seats, way up high, where they can move to sit - the priest taking off that cappello romano, exposing his short hair and---

Oh damn: it's Zebastian. With short hair?! Unheard of! He looks so... So... So /Catholic Priest/ - and so very absurdly young.

The kid - Father Oygard? turns and says something quietly to Sister Mae, who nods her head mutely and helps Zebastian take his seat, before she curtsies and ... glides away. Out of sight? Back in the shadows or eves or wherever the Westside ghoul lurks when here: so not too far, but not too close either. This leaves Zebastian all on his lonesome -- expression tremendously serious, as he looks around at those gathered.

Meri's eyes tick towards Elizabeth at Harper's comment and she is unable to suppress a faint smirk, before she looks over at the once-Keeper and unfolds her arms. "Evening. Nice to see you again."

Elizabeth mirrors Harper's chuckle before offering her a lazy little shrug before she waves a hand toward Meri, "I had help, though we had to start 'right' after sunset." She leans forward to spy Emily Cade on Harper's other side and smiles crookedly, "Oh, be gentle, Emily. Love the ears."

Oliver looks pleased, his gaze flicking about. A polite nod is given to Sterling, "Evening mate," he says with his traditional British clip. He looks over to Lilena as well, feeling more accustomed to her sitting in another area or at least slightly separate from the group, but smiles as she joins over more fully. "Evening as well," he offers the Ventrue-cat and then he settles back, glancing about and smiling to a few that he knows.

Crawley watches all of the Kindred file in, suited in their various costumes. His face is placid, but seemingly mildly amused at a couple of them, particularly Max, as he bounds onto the stage dressed as the titular plumber. That actually causes him to smile just a little bit. A rare sight. When Velma settles into the Brujah chair, he leans over in her direction and says softly to her, "Zoinks, Velm." The statement perhaps directed to offset some of the grumpiness she seems to have. The Seneschal rises from his seat and shuffles toward the center of the stage, raising his hand. As he does so, the lights flash a few times, indicating that it is time for Court to begin in earnest.

The Ghost makes no muss or fuss about being searched, in fact he finds it rather amusing, as Alejandro can probably tell when he does so. Other than that he weaves into the room with the sheet billowing and glances around a couple steps inside. Coming in not long after the Priest, he seems to make faint recognition of him, or maybe his companion. It's an easy decision as the ghost 'floats' up to the nosebleed seats to follow. It doesn't leave the priest alone for long. Because the ghost sits beside him. Maybe an exorcism is happening tonight, though he does say something aside to the man when he does sit.

It doesn't take long at all for Lunette to find her way down to where both Liz and Meri sit, and as she turns to make her way down the row of seats, she gathers her 'dress' and holds it close to her form. You know how annoying it can be walking down rows. She continues along until she can take a seat right behind Liz, and she lifts her hands to brush one across Meri's shoulder as the other trails along Liz's. "Hello, ladies," she softly purrs before she sits back into her seat and focuses her attention towards the front, but not before looking back to check things out once.

Emily Cade would have ignored Elizabeth a few weeks ago. However, for whatever unknown reason, when Elizabeth addresses her tonight, the Harper will smile right back at the crazy Rose from Harper's opposite side. Indeed, she'll even lean a tiny bit towards Elizabeth so that her shoulder gently bumps Harper's, to better facilitate their cross-talk, "Harper knows I'm only playing. I was worried sick about her." Her ice blue eyes are so very bright. Lilena looks to Oliver as he greets her and wishes her a good evening. "Good evening to you as well. "

• the Harpy! Harpy Harping on Harper.

Alejandro is grateful for the cooperation of the Kindred who comply with his reasonable security request. He nods at Shelly's insight "On point as usual, deputy. I suppose what I meant to have said is that the extra costumery makes it harder to determine people's motivations and intents. I swear I saw someone wearing a version of this costume that must have taken a hollywood makeup artist to apply."

"We all wore!" Elizabeth replies to Emily, beaming like a peach! She even sets her Catwoman whip on her lap so she can reach out and rest a boney hand on Harper's knee, if allowed. "Ian sends his love, by the way... oh, we are starting."

Harper just mms softly and remains quiet as the lights flicker to signal it's time for the class to be quiet. She nods once and puts her focus on the stage, a grin quirking as she takes in the Seneschal's costume and sidekicks.

The rest of the Scooby gang enters, led by Zane dressed up in the classic Fed outfit complete with his hair dyed blonde. Coop is dressed as Shaggy and Beth brings up the rear in her Daphne. Smiling and waving to those they pass they all find a seat with Shelly, the malk getting a warm side hug from the Brujah.

The mask prevents the very slight clenching of Sterling's jaw that always follows him being called 'mate' from being visible, though he does offer Oliver a polite inclination of his head, along with a quiet greeting of "Mr Lancaster" which is then extended towards Lilena when she also takes a seat nearby. He quiets down though, since the Seneschal is moving to the front of the stage and the lights are changing, signalling that court is about to properly begin.

Smoothing out the layers of her dress, Avery glances at Violet as the other Tremere joins her, offering a smile in greeting before her gaze drifts around to take in the variety of other costumes on display this evening. As the Seneschal takes center stage, and the lights flash, she focuses her attention on the stage.

Max-io's attention turns to Elizabeth for a moment.

Did he hear her? Maybe. From that far away? Maybe he's got better hearing than anyone gives him credit for. But he doesn't say anything, and soon turns his eyes to the Seneschal, as it appears Court is about to begin.

He seems awfully calm and very-not-silly tonight.

Not-Solomon, the bear, still stands over in the seating area by itself. It watches people enter with an exaggerated turn of its head, as the costume is no doubt not the easiest to see out of. Still it remains silent beyond waving its arm goofily at anyone who happens to look in its direction.

Meri falls silent as Court begins, turning her attention to the Important People and resting her calloused hands in her lap.

Tonight, the Prince makes something of an *arrival*. Once the lights dim and flicker, a side door opens so that she can emerge from the back of the hall. She's dressed in a pale pink slip dress that perches atop her white shoulders and travels over her body like liquid silk, highlighting her hourglass shape until reaching her strappy high heels. She's wearing a glittering crown, more prom queen than royalty, and holds an elaborate bundle of roses that are bound with a large pink bow. She smiles and waves to her fellow Kindred with a pageant-like swirl of her wrist, looking left and right, all around, seeming to find every face in the crowd before stepping down into the recessed dais. Her long red hair is wispily curled, swaying against her back as she descends ( https://tinyurl.com/3dd5fjtk ).

Summer finds her usual seat in the center, turning with an elegant swirl of her skirt, and then sinks down to assume her usual ankle-crossed position. The roses are delicately draped in her lap, ensuring they remain uncrushed, with her pale hands gently clasped atop the green stems. "Good evening," she says, smiling brightly, "And Happy Halloween."

Upon saying this, all of the lights in the auditorium go black -- save a sudden flash of theatrical lightening! -- before the house lights return again. Summer, for her part, looks absolutely tickled by the tongue-in-cheek festivities, no doubt finding the irony -- that the *real* monsters here are dressed as fictional creatures -- to be of macabre amusement.

"They may have ghouled the makeup artist just for the occasion and any other big party that comes up," Shelly grins as she continues to inspect some of the late-arrivals as the lights begin to flicker. "Do you need to take a place up there? Artemis and I can probably manage any stragglers?"

Father Oygard -- not to be mistaken for Zaint Zebastian, surely -- barely looks to the side as Ghost approaches, and it's only after a ... brief pause, that his head tilts a fraction and he says something softly. That hat of his has been placed on the chair next to him, and his hands? Busy now with a rosary, which is slowly run through his fingers as he glances from the social hub-bub of the Auditorium, to the Dias -- where Crawley S. Pumpkins and his Skelly Bois has caught his attention -- and then Prince Carrie making her arrival, with that waving. Father O seems ... lowkey confused? Or maybe melancholy puzzlement is just how any Catholic Priest would react to this wild crowd and proceedings.

Don't mind that Zebastian literally jumps in his seat, at that flash of lightning. Pay no mind to the priest pressing a crucifix to his chest. +ROLL/+DICE> Elizabeth: Self-control vs. 6 -> 2 successes. (10 6 5 4)

Alejandro nods and smiles at Shelly before making his way to the podium to represent Clan Tremere, one metaphorical hat swapped for another. He profers a bow to the Prince "Many Happy returns, your highess," he says with a smile and waits for her to sit before taking the seat allotted to his Clan.

+ROLL/+DICE> Zebastian: Willpower vs. 6 -> 4 successes. (9 8 7 6 2 2)

Violet settles her purse in her lap, managing a faint smile towards Avery before Court begins. When the Prince makes her entrance, her smile widens and there's a little nod of approval from her. She must really dig that costume.

The sight of Summer's arrival and costume draws a sharp gasp from Catwoman-Elizabeth, who instinctively squeezes Harper's knee while nodding her chin toward the Prince's arrival. There is a brief moment where the scrawny waif seems like she is lost in a reverie... but then she quickly catches herself and looks away, toward the other Primogen on stage. Elizabeth lifts her hand from Harper's knee and spares her a quick, apologetic glance before looking back toward the stage.

With whatever Father Oygard says to the Ghost, one can't tell his reaction. It's hidden beside a sheet, but after a moment, what looks like a fist pokes out towards the man beside him, as it in greeting, or further greeting which probably suggests the words were met kindly. He then turns his own attention to the theatrics of the Prince's entrance, and the announcement that court has started, if there is any judge by the movement of the eyes holes.

Harper looks from the stage to Elizabeth, giving her a soft smile. She gently rests her hand on top of the one on her leg, patting lightly before she looks back to Summer as she greets the court and takes her seat.

Lilena looks up to where Summer emerges from and smiles at her outfit, she thinks it is very beautiful of a costume. She does continue to watch the happenings of court.

The flash of lightning inspires the Velma wannabe-Quinn to push her glasses back up the bridge of her nose, as they continue to keep sliding. Her gaze draws over to regard the Prince's arrival with a smirk, keeping silent for the time being. Her gaze does wander with interest to drift around the various attendees, trying to place costumes with identities -- some easier than others, from her seated perch upon the dais.

Emily Cade confides quietly to Elizabeth even as she smiles down where Prince Summer is greeting them, continuing their oblique cross-talk with Harper imprisoned between them, "In all seriousness, I was relieved when I heard they tapped you - a former Deputy - to keep an eye on our darling Harper. Lest the Sabbat try to steal her away again, or, I don't know..." She lids her lashes to leave it unspoken that once a Kindred has been in Sabbat captivity, however briefly, you never know what demonic blasphemy they might have been tainted with, "Are you very strict with her?"

Crawley gives everyone a few moments to take their seat officially, particularly the Prince as she manages a little bit of a light display. The Seneschal just sort of lingers there in his ill-fitted pumpkin suit and tie. He looks, for all things, like a frumpled old man in a funny-looking outfit. Still, the Nosferatu clearly does not mind. As a matter of fact, he still seems quite a bit amused. "Welcome. Happy All Hallow's Eve," Crawley announces, "I hereby call this session of Court to order. Lend me your ears so that I may share with you the proclamations that are relevant to the Praxis." A dramatic pause as Crawley's gaze sweeps across the dark auditorium. "By now," the Sewer Rat begins, "many of you have heard about the treachery of the Anarch gang known as the Swarm. It was proven through investigations that they were serving as direct agents of the Sabbat leaders, executing Dusty's will as surely as any Sabbat pack. They were involved in the Hollywood attack to murder Karner Blue, betraying the Southside Anarchs' move against the Crucible to the Sabbat, and were responsible for the murder of Judas." There is another pause as the Sewer Rat lets it all sink in. "Locust," Crawley continues, "the leader of that gang, has been captured, interrogated, and destroyed so the Sabbat can no longer use him as a weapon. However, two fugitives have escaped to the waiting arms of their masters in East LA: Jordan and one William Boucher. Both of those Kindred are now under a Blood Hunt by order of the Prince. Those of the Tower are obliged to assist in their destruction." Crawley continues speaking, his voice clear, "Also, thanks to the heroic efforts of Primogen Quinn Gallo, her coterie, and a handful of others, the junkyard in Firestone Park, once a haven for the Swarm, has been cleansed by fire. Though it may not seem so, the disruption of the Swarm's activities is a victory for the Camarilla. No more will they be able to sow chaos and carry out the will of their Sabbat masters. To all who assisted in this, the Praxis is grateful for your efforts."

Elizabeth looks up as a ghoul usher comes by the Toreador row to hand her a note. She accepts it, glances quickly, then holds it out for Lunette to take. "Lunette, take this please? I don't have any pockets... and 'that dress!'." The Toreador hushes quickly before glancing back toward Emily, leaning forward so she can stare at her across Harper's front. "That's what the whip is for, darling."

From where they sit, Zane and the rest of the Scooby Gang are quiet, only softly whispering from time to time to point out costumes. When court starts off they all quiet and pay attention, nodding to Crawley and Summer as they speak. When Crawley gives praise for the recent events at the junk yard he grins louder.

Lunette sinks back into her seat and watches the arrival of the Prince, which gets a little smirk to tug at the left corner of her mouth. For whatever reason, she can't help but glance back towards the exit.. then up higher on stage. Hey, you never know. As she shifts she crosses her right leg over left, getting settled and comfortable. At least till the sudden light show causes her to flinch. She grins more. When Liz is then offering her a note to take, she takes it and slips it into her purse, giving the woman a little wink before she looks back to the stage to listen.

Oliver is glad to hear that the junkyard is clean, and that they didn't get away with it thanks to those meddlng kids. A nod is given towards the Brujah Primogen as he listens, hands clapping together once...twice...recognizing the importance of the news and events.

Scooby-Shelly has plenty of scowling at the mention of the Swarm and their treachery. As for the junkyard well... her hand raises to poke at what once may have been injuries but is now perfectly healed.

Harper sighs, ever so lightly, clearing her throat just a touch. She murmurs, firmly but politely. "Ladies, Court is in session." Her attention remains fixed on the stage, her lips pressing together as topics of import start going out.

As the lights mimic a flash of lightning the masked Toreador lifts her hands to silently clap her approval. Her head dips with respect as Summer takes her place and then silently resumes watching those gathered, listening as the Great Pumpkin calls court to order. She looks on as he recounts the the Swarm's collective crimes and her chin lifts in an approving manner as its announced Locust has been destroyed.

Meri's chin lifts and her shoulders push back as the junkyard is mentioned, as small smile on her face as she glances over at Elizabeth. The note passing catches her interest and the woman's eyebrows go up, as the slip of paper disappears into Lunette's purse.

Max-io remains calm and serene. Probably. It's hard to see what's going on underneath that massive, exaggerated mustache of his. He could be making kissy-faces at the Seneschal. It remains a mystery. But he **is** silent.

Father Oygard almost misses Ghost's greeting of a fist. What is a priest to do with a fist? Zebastian dips his head, and a fingertip traces something against it -- before his hand lifts, mussing up that short mop of waves that continuously fall into his face. There are three sweeping motions before he gives up, and continues to listen -- watches the stage -- fingers tapping over his mouth, while he nods. Surprise, about the latest news from Crawley S. Pumpkins? Just consideration and polite observance.

Alejandro is not surprised by any of the news, or he has an excellent poker face, he nods where it is appropriate, but otherwise remains impassive and attentive to the Seneschal's announcements.

At the recounting of the recent Junkyard and Swarm dealings, Velma-Quinn gives a single nod back to Crawley-Pumpkin and Summer-Carrie before fanning her attentions out to light on each of the other participants in the raid -- granting them a bow of her head in return. It might be Halloween, but it's clear she's not quite accustomed to the fabric of her attire, fingers fidgeting slightly with the cuffs of her sleeves in an idle manner.

It does seem that Emily Cade's ice blue eyes glow just a tiny bit more brightly at the mention of whips, "That reminds me. We should talk about Jenet, at some point-" She trails off when Harper clears her throat and attempts to ever so politely end her torment. A few weeks ago, Emily would have been keen to oblige the older Toreador, given the influence that a Keeper wields in the halls of Elysium. Now to her eyes, Harper is a wounded gazelle on the plains of the Serengeti that is the cutthroat world of Toreador (and vampire) social competition. Which is why she'll give Harper an indulgent smile, "Of course. I know how excited you must have been to attend Court again. It must seem like a blessed return to normalcy. To be among friends and not being probed by warlocks or sewer rats. I understand. We'll be quiet." She presses her finger to her pale pink lips in an acquiescent, confidential fashion.

Harper just smiles, serene and calm looking for anyone looking her way. There's no verbal response, she can hardly stand on the high horse of quiet if she chats back.

As Emily speaks, in the quiet of auditorium it is enough that the Nosferatu can hear some chattering going on in the Rose's section. It's enough for him to turn a vaguely annoyed glance in that direction. Like your teacher did in grade school. He does wait for it to get quiet again before he goes on. Crawley then continues speaking, pacing to the left and then the right as he does this, "In line with the betrayals by so many in recent months, it is /highly/ recommended that you consider changing your phone and potentially haven, if it was known by any of these individuals. The Sabbat have been actively hunting for Kindred havens some months now and it is better to be safe than to be dead." "Similarly," Crawley pauses for a brief moment as he scans the room again, then says, "it is /highly/ recommended that you be exceptionally careful if traveling outside of Camarilla-controlled territory. The Sabbat have proven to be exceptionally bold in recent weeks with their movements and we cannot ensure your safety if you are in other areas of the city. If you do go, carefully consider your security." The Seneschal slips his hands behind his back and continues with the announcements, his face placid and even, "Two more matters. First, as many of you are aware, the untimely demise of Baroness Spare in the Westside has created a bit of a political situation among the various factions. I will not explain all the details, but it is the official position of the Praxis of Los Angeles to remain a neutral party during their trying times. We will not be providing any aid to any group there and we expect the members of the Praxis to do the same. If you have concerns, your Primogen can address them."

Lilena pulls out a tablet and begins typing on the screen silently making notes.. it gets pulled out from a little bag she had on her shoulder. Though she does keep on listening to court.

There's a slight chuckle from behind the Ghost costume at Father Oygard's reaction to the fist. It's deep and rumbly but probably doesn't carry too much past the nosebleeds. Not the fist bump he was going for, but it seems to matter not, since it sounds amused. He seems to lean in again and say something quietly. Then eyes return to the Seneschal and the news at hand. Once more it's difficult to take anything from him, but then maybe there is also purpose to the costume besides some pun on a name.

Avery's expression grows somber once more as both hands move to rest loosely clasped in her lap as she listens attentively to what the Seneschal announces, nodding slowly a time or two in acknowledgement.

Is that a couch moving? Why yes, yes it is. Dahlia, all blue, with a red dress on, looks like she sits on half a brown mini-couch that seems to move along the floor. Next to her on the couch, are a blue pair of legs folded demurely as she sits on the couch. Ever seen Beetlejuice? Well, she's the girl cut in half with the illusion of being on a couch, the bottom portion beneath the couch draped with black fabric to assist with her illusion of being cut in half. She tries to quietly enter and pauses at the edge of the venue, likely because she doesn't want to interrupt and/or she can't really fit through much. She's wide.

Summer's expression visibly sours at the mention of the Swarm. The relayed information is obviously known to her, so the Prince merely listens with that same expression -- as if confronted with something especially malodorous. It softens somewhat with the mention of the junkyard raid, her gaze glancing over to Quinn with obvious approval, before she looks back to the auditorium. She casts a singular look toward the Toreador section, perhaps catching some of their conversation, before looking forward again.

"Thank you, Seneschal," she says, offering a curt nod toward the smol David S. Pumpkins figure. "Tonight we have several new appointments..." This is where Summer's prepared speech ends, her eyes once more turning over to regard Emily when she levels her barbed commentary at Harper. The Prince frowns, looking right at the Rose, and takes an uncomfortably long moment before resuming speaking. "If by Sewer Rats you are referring to my Seneschal, Miss Cade, and by warlocks my Sheriff, I would bid you reconsider your language." She arches a brow, looking at Emily, waiting to see if she has a reply before carrying on with the rest of the announcements.

Violet listens to the announcements, and doesn't seem to have a reaction to them. She can soon feel the tension in the air while the prince waits for Emily's reply. She casts a glance towards Avery to try and gauge her reaction before looking forward.

Hearing the news of the Sabbat and the talk of changing numbers, Zane looks over to Coop and gives a nod, making sure he's on it for the coterie. Looking back to the stage he smiles and gets back into the mode of giving his attention to the stage.

Alejandro folds his hands and rests them on his lap. He truly looks the part of an Elfin lord, cold, distant and removed. Though the merest hint of a smirk appears on his face as he waits for Emily's response.

Before Dahlia can actually make it into the auditorium, she's gonna have to face Shelly-Doo. The Deputy dressed as Great Dane but with skeleton face paint on as well will ask the ghoul to step to the side room for a quick inspection that probably leaves nothing to illusion before they return, sweep approved and she helpfully points to where some of the wheelchair accessible seating is, which might be a bit more manageable for the table-costume.

Can things be heard up in the nosebleeds? Well, the acoustics here are fantastic -- but if Father Zeb is paying attention to any of the not-so-quiet non-whisperings, he's not looking the Roses' way. The Malkavian has an ear turned towards a Ghost - pale eyes? Fixed on the stage.

Listen to all these recommendations... Zebastian is relatively still -- very little fidgeting, and barely any expression on that face beyond the sober sanctity befitting of a priest. When Crawley starts making mention of Cheyenne - her demise - the political situation - the neutrality - the absence of aid to any group... Should anyone be looking Zebastian's way? There is a slight shift in that sober expression; hand lifted to brush his short hair back out of his eyes, lips curved into an enigmatic smile he can't quite bite back in time. No surprise, just soft amusement -- like... 'duh'. Fingers tap over his mouth, attention shifting towards Summer as the focus turns to Miss Cade's Choice in Language.

Sterling drums his fingers idly on the arm of his chair as he listens to the various court business and other announcements. The advantage of the mask is that his reaction to any of it is somewhat difficult to judge. At the last few pieces of advice from Crawley he does reach into an inside pocket of his jacket, seeming to make a quick note on his phone regarding it before slipping it away once more. The bickering among the toreador is a tale as old as time, and there is a very slight shake of Sterling's head when proceedings grind to a halt for it to be addressed.

For the figure sitting in the Toreador seat there is a slight stiffening of their shoulders that suggests annoyance at the interruption. As Summer levels her attention upon Emily, Kennedy gives a singular shake of her head while watching Emily as if to indicate whatever she's about to say should be minimal and in the form of an apology to the Prince.

After she is inspected by Shelly, Dahlia will come back in smiling and then nod quietly at the pointing to the wheelchair accessible seating. She'll quietly make her way there and just sorta stand there, which makes her look like she's sitting there, on a couch that floats along the floor.

Elizabeth offers an approving nod to Crawley's news regarding the Camarilla's official stance on the Westside. Her smile wanes as Summer's attention is drawn toward the Rose section and she keeps her gaze focused on the Prince as the question is directed to her clan-mate, Emily, two seats over.

Emily Cade seems genuinely surprised to have overheard. She couldn't give a shit about Crawley if he was set on fire in front of her, but she seems rather shocked and wounded that Summer would address her like this. She looks back at the Prince with big, bright blue eyes and merely says, "It wasn't my intent to offend the Sheriff." That's the only thing she can think of to say which isn't a lie.

Another faint chuckle comes from the Ghost costume with his attention seemingly below on what's going on. Not at the speech the Seneschal gave, but seemingly at the sudden chastisement. Maybe the acoustics carry it, maybe not. Nothing else to gauge, he picked the perfect costume. And he remains slightly leaning towards Father Oygard as the two seem to carry on a quiet conversation.

Meri wets her lip and turns her eyes away from the Prince as she addresses the Roses, eager to escape any sort of notice as Emily is addressed.

• to have been overheard

Summer listens to Emily's explanation with a gentle frown, her wounded look not doing much to soften the Prince's obvious disappointment in that reply. She says nothing further, however, merely looking over to Crawley and saying, "Please, Seneschal Crawley. I believe you have another important announcement before I name the new appointments?"

The situation with Emily Cade now resolved, the Nosferatu nods to the Prince and continues on his way to conclude the announcements for this Court. Overall, the Seneschal seems to take the interruption in stride, even the fact that Emily Cade omitted that she did not intend to offend the Hidden Clan. "Lastly, there is the matter of Griffith Park. I spoke of this last Court and said we would address it later. The current position of the Camarilla is that Griffith Park is under the control of the Anarch, Shawna Weber of Clan Gangrel. Those few of you who wish to enter her territory should speak with me first so that we arrange a visit. Miss Weber has agreed to allow the Camarilla limited passage, with her permission. I advise you all follow the protocol. Miss Weber has proven less than forgiving of tresspassers." As if to emphasize the weight of those words, he grows silent after for a moment. Then, in perhaps a rare bout of humor from the normally staid Nosferatu, he intones rather flatly, "Any questions?" Those famliar with his costume are going to get the joke. The rest? Not so much. The announcements now completed, Crawley turns back toward the throne where Summer sits and bows to the Prince, "Your Highness, that is all we have for announcements." Then shifting back to look at the rest of the auditorium, "Next, we shall proceed to Appointments." As the Nosferatu backs away to take his seat by her, he hands the stage over to 'Carrie White' with another bow, then grows quiet.

Summer's lips gently pinch together with amusement at the 'Any questions?' portion of the Seneschal's segment, though her expression seems a little dampened when compared to the start of the night. Turning back to the crowd, she says, "As I was saying earlier, tonight we have several new appointments. First, although she is absent on clan business, I welcome Elizabeth 'Bette' Bennet, the newest Primogen for Clan Malkavian. Primogen Bennet has served the praxis for many years as a Harpy, making her a familiar face to many in this auditorium. I have been informed that she will be keeping Sveta Serova as her Whip." Summer glances about, hands still neatly folded in her lap. "Given the many contributions that the Malkavians in this praxis have made toward intel and security work, I look forward to seeing what they will accomplish with Primogen Bennet at the helm. Next..."

Summer gently pivots in her seat, turning to offer a warm smile toward Max-io on the dais. "I welcome the *newest* Ventrue Primogen, Max Michaelson." A pause. "One cannot claim that the Clan of Kings has been boring lately -- the proffered scenery never lingers long enough to grow old. In any case..." her lips tug up into a warm smile, her expression easy and pleasant as she shifts to directly address Max, "I trust you will represent your clan with a little more stamina than your predecessors. Who have you named as your Whip?"

Lunette's brows lift slightly at the news about Bette, and she smiles all too prettily for a moment. Her gaze drifts from Summer to Max, and she listens quietly.

Zebastian remains in the nosebleeds, making nary a fuss. Seated next to the Ghost, he's practically sedate this evening - only the faintest of fidgeting, smoothing of his cuff, tapping of his lips. Maybe it's the costume? That, or somebody took a few pints of Xanax infused blood for breakfast - who can say! Father Zeb seems totes cool calm collected as he listens - no surprise at the mention of Griffith Park or the technicalities there, though that subtle undertone of amusement persists throughout that, and Summer's talk of new appointments. Pale eyes drifting, as attention splinters off around the auditorium.

At the news of the newest Malkavian Primogen, Shelly is very busy peering out the entrance door as if looking to see if there are any more late-comers that might be arriving. Any more costume inspections for the Deputy?

As Griffith Park is again brought up, Avery's lips purse thoughtfully, a small nod following to once more acknowledge what's been said in regards to it. As if she could forget! Her attention shifts to Summer, listening quietly as the newest appointments are announced, her gaze then moving to Max at the question asked of him.

Oh, it's-a Max-io's time to say something.

The costume would be convincing if he didn't look like someone stuffed Ivan Drago into it. "Thank you, my Prince," says the Ventrue's Primogen, who probably has that 'new vampire' smell on him. He slowly stands up, gestures towards the Ventrue section of the auditorium, and in a loud, deep voice proclaims: "Mr. Oliver Lancaster, III, has agreed to continue to serve the Family as its Whip." Max-io looks to Oliver, nods his head, and then looks back to Summer as he lowers himself to sit again, making a soft Dad-noise as he does so. (He doesn't look //that// old, though.) "It is my honor to serve you and the Praxis. I look forward to continuing my service."

Then, putting his hands back on his legs, the most famous of plumbers goes silent again.

Oliver should get a belt. 3 time reigning clan Whip. Still, he settles back and nods towards the Primogen before looking to his clanmates as he settles back amongst the group, having leaned forward slightly as Max was called upon. Idly, as Max hasn't turned around, he speculates on how actually accurate the Plumber's outfit is but wisely decides to let someone else investigate that particular brand of authenticity.

Dahlia's blue eyes flit to each person when they speak, watching silently and attentively in her beetlejuice girl-cut-in-half costume. Her arm reaches out to wrap around her cut off bottom half, relaxing as if she put an arm around a person on the same couch as her.

Lilena looks to the stage and watches as max declares the clan whip once the decison is made she gives a small appluse.

Summer follows Maxio's gaze out toward the auditorium so that she may flash a smile toward the Whip. Then, with a curt nod toward the new Ventrue Primogen, she carries on, "Lastly, I would like to announce that the Harpies have selected a new Chancellor from their ranks -- Miss Elizabeth Tanner. As a former Harpy myself, I look forward to seeing what you do with the position." She turns her face toward the gossipy Toreador section, looking right at Elizabeth with a dip of her head. Following that, she casts a meaningful glance at Crawley, nodding her head to indicate she has finished with this portion of Court.

The bear that is possibly Solomon claps, but... it's muted by the big, soft paws. But hey. At least it's clapping. Or trying to. While standing there awkwardly by Dahlia. V has disconnected.

Zane leans over to listen to a question from Beth. Nodding his head he points out Oliver as he's called as the whip. Leaning the other way to speak softly with Coop he nods, looking like he's explaining the finer points of court.

Alejandro politely, if a little tersely, applauds the Primogen and Whip appointments. The irony of a costumed Tremere Whip loathing the pageantry of Court is not lost on him. The applause becomes slightly more enthusiastic when Elizabeth's promotion is announced, a genuine smile and friendly slow wink to the new Chancellor indicating its earnestness.

Elizabeth claps audibly when Bette is officially named Primogen for Clan Malkavian and again moments later when Max is named the same for Clan Ventrue with Oliver remaining as Whip. As her own name is called, she lowers her hands to her lap and listens before bowing her head toward Summer on stage. Alejandro's wink draws a crooked smile from the Rose.

The announcement of Bette being made Primogen draws a smile upon Kennedy's face though the mask hides it in its entirety. Bette being one of the few familiar figures Kennedy recalls from her early days as a vampire in Los Angeles, prior to her departure. She gives the appointment, and Max's, a silent clap of congratulations with both hands barely lifting from her lap. Kennedy looks to Oliver as Max confirms he would be staying on and she inclines her head to her former Coterie-mate in approval of the choice.

Harper joins in the applause as appointments are named, looking from Max to Oliver in turn. Then when Elizabeth's name is called the smile warms as she looks to her fellow Rose, nodding her approval as she claps.

Velma-Quinn listens to the announcements quietly, pale blue eyes glancing from one person to the next as they are called out for their new positions. When Elizabeth is named as Chancellor, her lips actually curl into a slight smirk, before remarking with a token saying, "Jinkies." If she's going to don the garb, might as well embrace the role fully.

Sterling sits forward a touch and listens attentively as the new appointments are run through, nodding his head when the new Ventrue Primogen and Whip are announced with the air that this is expected news which is simply being confirmed. With that taken care of, he sits back a little, resuming his former, more relaxed posture. He throws an arm over the back of his seat and folds one leg over the other as court continues to wind through it's verious stages and traditions.

Emily Cade has since lapsed back into her seat with something of an icy lack of expression etched upon her otherwise beautiful features. There's nothing related to the Malkavian and only a little related to the Ventrue Clans that can stir her interest. Which means that she'll glance at Max and Oliver with something like a smidge of curiosity. It's only when the new Chancellor is announced, that something of a smile will find her lips. She'll reach across Harper to give Elizabeth's forearm a brief, gentle squeeze of encouragement, "You couldn't do worse than Noah."

Aaaaand right after nodding at Oliver, Kennedy offers the same nod to her fellow Rose, Elizabeth, lifting her hands to clap for the others; this time a bit less silent and polite.

And now Lunette is glancing over to Oliver upon hearing that news. She sends a grin his way as she lifts her hands to give a quiet clap towards him, and with that done, she focuses on the stage. Another clap is softly given when she hears the news about Liz. She smiles at the back of the woman's head.

"Busy day," he says with a bit of a smile, looking up towards Elizabeth at her appointment, and would have done so to Bette as well if he could find her in the crowd today but alas sometimes with costumes and such it is not always as easy. A look towards Kennedy however, with a little wink, as he too is glad to see the former Coterie-mate as he relaxes once more as the appointments continue.

Shelly's attention returns to the auditorium proper in time for give polite applause for Max's appointment and surprised but enthusiastic applause for Elizabeth's appointment before she mutters mostly to herself way at the back in the doorway, "We'll need to get more deputies before next round of appointments at this rate..."

There's no clapping from Zebastian, up in the cheap seats - but why would there be? Father Oygard is here to observe and possibly absolve sins or conduct light exorcism -- not participate in pageantry. That'd be indulgent!

As the appointments to new offices are made by the Prince, the Nosferatu does not react. His face is rather stoic and serious. A somewhat absurd image, considering his costume is so damn silly. Crawley rises once again and nods to the Prince as called on. He says, "Now that we have concluded the Appointments, we shall move to Recognition." A nod of his head as he once again gives the floor to the Rose. His part completed, the Sewer Rat takes a seat back on the bench next to the throne.

Elizabeth offers Emily a crooked smile that is full of teeth though she doesn't reply verbally. A coy wink is offered to the Harpy before she once again looks forward, toward the stage. Avery's glance is noticed and a more warm, less crooked smile is directed her way.

"Thank you, Seneschal," Summer says, glancing away from the littlest David S. Pumpkins there ever was to address the auditorium. "I am awarding two favors to Clan Nosferatu in exchange for their ongoing efforts to organize and maintain downtown's security. Even though this is the first time they have been formally recognized with my favor for their substantial contributions to the city, it has not gone unnoticed. Seneschal Crawley, in particular, deserves praise for not only organizing efforts across all clans in the Tower, but also working across the aisle to ensure peace with the Anarchs. We *all* owe him our thanks for resting so well lately." The Prince makes a point to look over toward the Toreador section, gaze lingering, before turning to where the goblin-like Nosferatu sits at her right hand. Looking down at him, she places her hand delicately atop his shoulder. "Thank you, Seneschal. I remain grateful for your stalwart service."

Summer turns back around, her hands returning to their peaceable fold atop the roses in her lap. "For my last favor, I award Primogen Quinn Gallo of Clan Brujah for leading the recent raid against the Swarm's junkyard. It was a dangerous mission -- but successful. As usual, she may elect to use my favor to acquire more resources in the city for herself, or pass it along to anyone else she finds deserving. Either way, I remain grateful to clan Brujah for their ongoing support." The Prince looks over toward Velma and offers her a brief but shining smile.

More polite, courtly applause from the Sheriff. Even a polite "here here", and nod first towards the Seneschal then towards the Primogen.

Is it proper to loudly whistle one's support along with applause during recognitions? Even if it's not, Shelly's doing her best to make a little extra noise when the Hidden Clan finally gets a rare moment of public accolades. And for Brujah reaping rewards for the junkyard raid, she gives a wink to Quinn, as unlikely as it might be for the Primogen to see it all the way on the dais, but vibes are definitely sent.

Harper smiles, her hands lifting to add her applause to the rest. She nods as the services provided by the Hidden Clan are named, looking towards the Seneschal as the Prince speaks on his personal contributions.

Max-io gives a little more gusto to it. He rises from his seat, and claps his hands solidly together in applause. Manfully. Like, totally macho, given the way his forearms and shoulders flex. And nodding of his head in affirmation? That only bolsters the totally dude-bro clapping he gives at the end of the praises. Soon, though, he sits himself back down with that same Dad-noise he made before.

The Ghost doesn't seem particularly interested in the appointments, and he seems to take this moment to look around the crowd. Then lean and say something quietly to father Oygard. His attention remaining more on the Priest beside him than much else, even as recognition begins.

Solomon-Bear claps its hands in the direction of the Brujah Primogen and politely nods its head.

Lilena appluses for the brujah primogen and nods her head with a smile.

Dahlia smiles at the acknowledgements and also claps her blue hands. She'll look over at Quinn and smile bright, clapping just a little more loudly from her couch.

Crawley arches a brow as his name is mentioned alongside his Clan. He seems to be caught off guard by it, but takes the whole thing in stride as he places his hand to his chest and bows to the Prince, "The Hidden Clan appreciates your generosity, My Prince. We remain ever loyal to you, the Praxis, and the Camarilla." There appears to be genuine gratitude from the Seneschal for the praise. Like when you give money to someone who is genuinely needy for it. Kind of sad when you think about it some. Event the skelly-bois behind Crawley are pretty floored. They look at each other like this might be some kind of prank. Are the cameras around? Where is Ashton Kutcher? They whisper to each other. Crawley then rises from his seat and reassumes his Herald duties for Court, speaking to the auditorium, "There are no formal introductions. However, are there any among us who are new faces? Anarchs or others who wish to introduce themselves to the Court?" He waits to see if anyone rises to speak.

Elizabeth lifts her hands again and applauds as both Clan Nosferatu and Primogen Quinn are recognized for their contributions with the Prince's favor. Her gaze alternates between Crawley and his 'skele-crew' and Velma-Quinn before she falls silent as the agenda moves on.

Again bowing her head in gratitude towards the Prince, Velma-Quinn maintains her silence before glancing back out towards those in attendance spotting the Scooby Doo. She makes shoves her glasses back up the bridge of her nose again, clearly rocking the -orange nerdy- look before finally taking note of the Beetlejuice-Couch-Ghoul. Spotting Dahlia and her Bear-Regnant, she bows her head once respectfully towards them both. She does put her own hands together in applause for the Nosferatu, turning to regard Crawley with an approving nod.

Violet glances briefly to Avery, and when she lifts her hands to clap, so too does Violet. She raises her hands from her purse to clap faintly before lowering them to fold onto her purse.

Zebastian does not clap -- his hands are too busy, going through the rosary; attention ambiguous, as he looks out around the auditorium - distracted by the red and orange lighting, the way it casts different shadows on people's features, on empty seats, on that gorgeous pipe organ towards the back... The Westsider seems so preoccupied with that, and in doing so? Father Oygard seems to miss the strange pumpkin suited man's call for introductions -- or the Ghost-ly presence next to him, shrouded in spectral sheeting. Lips subtly moving... Is, Zeb praying? Wouldn't be the first time, and definitely not the last.

Avery offers another round of gentle applause for those recognized by the Prince, looking towards Crawley and Quinn in turn, then both hands move to clasp in her lap once more as she glances around.

Harper looks to Quinn after and continues to clap, her smile warming for the woman in the Primogen seat. Her hands return to her lap and she quiets again, finding contentment in the routine of court.

As no one stands up to speak, Crawley nods then says, "Then we can conclude Introductions and move on to our last item." His blue eyes scan the auditorium as he calls out a name, "Mister Lancaster." A beat. "It is my understanding that you have a petition for this Court? Please come forth and make your plea." With that, the Seneschal grows quiet and waits for the Ventrue to step forward.

At the announcement of boons, and those awarded, Zane claps while Beth and Coop join in, pointing to the stage and waving at Quinn. With a soft laugh, Zane settles them down for the next portion of court.

The Ghost in the sheet be he unknown, does not offer to stand and introduce, if he is a new face after all. And when the Court moves to the next phase, he simply leans to his compatriot, which might very well suggest something since he has been there all night, once more speaking quietly.

Oliver steps up and rises, making his way forward and he moves towards the front then before, as once before when making his introduction, he takes a knee before the front of the stage and the Prince. Of course, last time he was in a suit. This time, the long coat sort of flares as he takes a knee like a bridal train, making it far more dramatic. "Good evening Your Grace. With the departure of Mr. Mitchell, it became apparent that a focus to the Downtown area for the clan would be needed, and so I have seen fit to need to move. With respect to that, I had sought a home in the unclaimed area of Silver Lake. With your permission, I would make this my domain, and take responsibility for its affairs and defense, and see to shoring it up as an area between Downtown and Glendale, in support of keeping Miss Von Eisen's rear flank under my eye. The latter is less a reason as much as an added bonus I suppose, and one I would take seriously as the Praxis expands and solidifies its growing territory. It has been my privilege so far to serve, and I continue to humbly do so with pleasure."

Elizabeth's gaze briefly wanders the room when new introductions are called for and the call goes unanswered. The Rose spares a quick glance toward Meri and Lunette before turning her hazel-eyes gaze toward Oliver as he approaches. Her smile twitches before waning slightly as she hears the Ventrue's words and she then leans in and quietly murmurs to Harper and Emily beside her.

Summer swivels her gaze to find the Ventrue Whip, awaiting his request with genial expectation. She listens to his request with patient interest, her gaze steady and encouraging. At its conclusion, her lips draw up into a small smile and she says, "Thank you, Whip Lancaster. When I was informed that you wished to take up this domain, I was both impressed and grateful. The strategic positioning will indeed bulwark our recent acquisition of Glendale. I recognize your request -- and grant it. You may rise." Her smile widen just a fraction, enough to coax the dimples in her cheeks.

Oliver rises as he is bid and smiles to the Prince a la Prom Queen. "Thank you very much." He backs away several steps before only then turning to head back towards his seat, making sure to not turn his back towards the Throne as much as angle himself. Just one of those little respectful details.

The Prince waits for Oliver to stand and return to his seat before speaking again. "Thank you, Kindred, for spending your evening with us this evening. I would like to take a moment, before Court is formally concluded, to invite everyone to the Moroccan for a bit of after-Court festivities. Regardless of whether or not I see you there, I wish you all a Happy Halloween." One might expect another plunge of darkness or perhaps a theatrical witch's scream, but that is all. Summer merely turns her smiling face toward Crawley with a gentle lift of her brows, confirming that that is all for the evening.

There's a laugh elicited from the Ghost at whatever Father Oygard says his way, his subdued, but it maybe reverberates slight through this acoustically well done walls. But then it's back to quiet murmuring between the two.

Is... Zebastian paying any more attention to what's going on around him, or is the kid really just checked out staring at that pipe organ like he's lost in some auditory fantasy or deep prayer? Giving some blessings to his spectral companion? Because his lips move, almost undetectably, while the rosary is run through his fingers. For anyone looking at him; short hair has given him nothing to hind behind - features soft, painfully young and not without a subtly haunted cast. Is it from sitting next to a Ghost? Possibly...

Then there is the mention of an afterparty at the Moroccan. It takes a moment, but Zebastian blinks - and turns his eyes away from the pipe organ, and back out to the crowd -- like, oh God, what did he miss? Dazed, he looks towards Ghost - surprised, perhaps, but the laugh. Cue a dazed, bittersweet smile in return.

Alejandro profers the Prince a formal bow "I have time sensitive experiments at the Chantry, the night that is in it being what it is, so I cannot attend, but I wish you the best of the festivities."

When the Prince finishes up her announcements and gives him 'the nod', Crawley stays where he is and speaks to the gathered, "That concludes all of our business for this evening. I hereby declare Court adjourned. Go forth safely into the night and enjoy your Hallow's Eve." The Seneschal then turns away and heads back to his seat, where he sits and waits for the crowd to begin breaking up.

As soon as things are officially dismissed (and some folks begin heading to that after-party), shelly ducks real quick into the inspection room to grab a decent sized cardboard box. It clinks a glassy little clink as she walks right up to the stage and holds it right out to Crawley S. Pumpkins. "This is for you. Treat, no tricks." And the treats smell of wax and buttered tortillas.

"I still don't understand the Seneschal's costume..." Elizabeth is heard saying aloud to the other Roses after exchanging a few whispers with Harper. The Catwoman-Rose gathers her whip before glancing over toward Meri and Lunette, "You girls both look stunning. We need to find out Batman, Meredith."

Max-io seems content.

It's really hard to tell when you're a video game character, honestly. Pixels do not often emote well, especially in 8-bit. With a wiggle of his mustache, the Soviet Shithouse masquerading as the People's Plumber stands and plucks at his overall straps. "It has been a very good night," he declares to no one in particular. But it seems like a fitting thing for him to say, don't it? Minus the accent, of course, that just seems all wrong in context. Mario is an Italian stereotype; Max is the Soviet stereotype.

• clonk clonk* With heavy steps, Max-io steps off the stage and starts walking up an aisle to the Ventrue section.

Sterling remains quiet until the Prince draws the court to a close. A glance is given down toward his watch - somewhat difficult given the mask he's wearing - and he nods once in apparent approval. A look and a respectful dip of his chin is given to the Ventrue around him, before he excuses himself with "Ladies and Gentleman, a pleasure as aways, though I do have some rather urgent business to attend" as he stands and begins to quickly slip away towards the door and out into the night and his (presumably) waiting car. His phone is to his ear practically before he steps out of the door as he speaks into it in a hushed, yet forceful tone.

Rising from her seat, Lunette glances to Meri and Liz as she gathers her dress slightly, once again tugging it close to her form as she starts to scoot down the row towards the aisle.

Once Court is actually dismissed, Velma-Quinn pushes herself up from her chair and again fiddles with her wig. Making sure that the bob is securely in place, bangs and all, she steps off of the dais and begins making her way on over towards the rest of the Scooby Gang in all her blazing orange glory.

Lilena is slowly rising from her seat placeing her tablet back into her bag. She notices Max coming up to the Ventrue section as she is rising to head out, yet she awaits for him to get closer. Once he is close she will smile at him. "Good evening Mr.Michealson."

Oliver looks over to the Rose's and he grins. "If you give me warning next time, Liz, that can be arranged," he says with a playful chuckle as he looks to the Roses before turning towards Sterling and Max and the rest of the Ventrue. He seems in good spirits though, as he stretches. "Home sweet home..." he says simply, looking to Max. "I sent you a note earlier but it seems like the answer to the queston was addressed in court tonight regarding some of the...fringe groups."

Crawley eyes the box as Shelly offers it to him. He peers at it, vaguely suspicious. But she says no tricks, so hell take it face value. His little fingers move up and peer inside, sniffing the tasty tortilla scent. "Tortilla ..candles?" the Seneschal makes an impressed face, "How very ..Los Angeles of you, Deputy Marin." He has one of the Skelly-Bois step up and grab the box from the Malk. "Thank you," Crawley nods his head to Shelly, a smile dawning on his face, "The warrens will be tortilla-scented for weeks. Though honestly, we might just save them for when we host a visitor." A beat. "Might need to class up the place, you know?" Nothing says classy AF like a tortilla candle.

"Mm-hmm."

When Max arrives, he takes off his mustache. Just rips it off. Like a man. "I read the note. I apologize for not replying." He bobs his head. "We should talk about those groups some time, yes? Especially with Mr. Barclay-Lockwood." He heads-bobs to Sterling as he departs. "They are on our border, after all, yes? And I like to be a good neighbor." He offers Oliver a hand. "Thank you for doing what you have done, yes? I consider you a friend, even if you may have reservations of me."

His tone is earnest.

Dahlia will wait until most people are gone before she will follow, since she has such a 'wide' costume. She'll smile and look overall amused as she watches the vampires in costumes gather and leave one by one. She'll slowly make her way through the aisle to the doors.

Mention of some festivities at the Moroccan causes Avery's eyes to light up and then her expression turns thoughtful for a time. She rises not long after Court concludes, straightening the lower layers of her dress before looking to Violet. "I'm afraid I have a small bit of business I need to try and take care of before considering anything else this evening. Care to head back with me?" By the time the last word is uttered, she's making her way out of the row but does pause for Violet in case the other Tremere is coming.

Harper gets to her feet, smoothing her hands over the fabric of her skirt, giving it a little fluff to settle it into place after sitting on it. She looks around the room, a little sigh as people start splitting off into their clusters, and she turns to start walking towards the door, reaching to lift the hood of her cloak up into place.

Summer rises from her high-backed chair and offers a fluttery little wave to the remaining Kindred. She turns, preparing to leave, but hesitates upon seeing Shelly emerge with her cardboard box. Inexplicably curious, she leans over to take a peek, not a difficult thing to do given her height, and when she hears what it is -- tortilla-scented candles! -- she lifts her brows with open curiosity. She is patient enough to let Crawley have his turn and then dips herself down for a deep inhale as well. "Hah," she says, looking amused, "It does conjure a bit of nostalgia. Sadly, little else." She sighs, rising back up with a gentle toss of her auburn hair.

Elizabeth follows along behind Lunette and pauses to ask Harper, "Are you coming along to the Moroccan, Harper? How could we miss a thing like that?" A glance over her shoulder toward Meri, too, before the Toreador begins to move down the aisle and toward the exit.

Violet glances up at Avery when she rises. She seems to consider, before nodding and putting her purse over her right shoulder as she rises. It looks like she's going to come along with her, after all, without a word. At least for now.

Oliver shakes Max's hand, even though even at 6'4 when it comes to shaking Max's hand and he hopes to get it back in its current non-broken status cause, well, Max. Still though, he looks towards the boxes briefly with the Seneschal and them, before he waves an almost dismissing hand to the thought. "We're moving along. That's what matters. I can like a person and still disagree with how things are going on one way or another. Friendship will have the benefit of neither gaining blind obedience nor would a lack gain animosity. I believe we're all in this together now and like The Prince said - ideally you'll have the staying power we haven't had for a bit." He looks to Lilena as well, asking politely as he can, "I don't see you with your usual escort for the evening."

"They smell like home," Shelly adds as a little explanation for the gift, explaination for both Crawley and Summer now, "And a lot more convenient than trying to find a tortilleria open at night. Hope you enjoy them. There's a candle warmer in there so you don't even need an open flame! And thanks." Thanks for thanks? This might end up being a very awkward never ending thanks circle except Shelly gives a little wiggle of her fingers and abruptly turns to rejoin the rest of the Scooby-Gang.

Harper gives Elizabeth a small smile and a gentle shake of her head. "I think I am for home. I'm going to call it an early evening." She leans over and gives the other Rose an air kiss along her cheek. "But go, have fun. I expect it will be rather lively."

Lilena looks to oliver and smiles. "Mr.michealson is my escort for the evening." She leaves it at that short and sweet.

Well, things seem to be breaking up and there's the Moroccan to get to. Crawley stands up from his chair and looks to his two Nosferatu skelly-bois, giving them a nod. Then together, the trio of uglies in their cheap costmes make their way toward the exit without acknowledging anyone else. They have acquired great treasure -- the tortilla candles -- what else could a Kindred ever ask for?

Max most certainly does not crush Oliver's hand.

"Progress. It is not just for tree-hugging hippies any more." Add the accent and it comes out in a hilariously laconic way. "Ms. Angelius is correct, my friend. And it means that I must escort her back home." He bobs his head. "Let's talk when we can next, yes? I have some ideas. And hopefully I will hear back from Mr. Schultz." Then, with manners that seem a little out of character for Mr. Plumber Man, he takes Lilena's hand and puts it on his arm. "Mr. Lancaster." A nod of the head.

And then, Max leads Lilena from the auditorium.

Over in the cheap seats, there is movement: Father Oygard is standing up, taking a moment to smooth down his black clerical uniform, pick up that fetching black hat... How strange he looks, with the absence of all that /hair/. The priest gives a nod to the Ghost, and then an abstract hand gesture that looks rather like a blessing. Guess that's a goodbye... But Zebastian is drifting - abstract - indirectly, likely in the direction of the exit at some point -- even if he gets distracted by one last look at that glorious pipe organ that towers over the stage. Wistful? Maybe a touch.

Ghost continues to chat with Father Oygard for a minute. He seems to look back at his ghoul and then returns, something else said. Then the man stands patting the priest on the shoulder. Before fluttering down the stairs and into the night. BooooOOoooooOoo.

"I think it's a lovely gift," Summer says to Shelly, looking genuinely touched by the Kindred's sentimentality. "And I'm sure it will be enjoyed. I hope to see you here in a bit, yes?" She reaches out to touch the Malkavian's shoulder and then turns to make her way out of the auditorium.