2020-11-14 Camarilla Court VI
Camarilla Court VI
Participants: The Camarilla Court of Los Angeles Elizabeth Sveta
Storyteller: Summer Crawley Sundance
Location: Walt Disney Concert Hall ‒ Downtown Los Angeles
Date and Time: Nov 14, 2020 0000
Summary: Court.
Real men aren't afraid to wear pink...or varying shades of it. With his suit on, Oliver can be seen up near the stage, making sure that things seem to be in order - chairs in the right place and dusted, sound working properly, and such. After that he just walks around, looking to those arriving and making sure that there don't seem to be any issues. Of course, with people not in costume...(well at least not for Halloween court), there at least should be a far simpler task of identifying new folks. He smiles though,
As might be expected, when the Tremere arrive, it's all together in a rather organized and structured fashion. Each Warlock arrives, most commonly dressing neatly in an elegant arrangement of suits and dresses.
Along with them, is a familiar German Tremere, who once again, upon arriving to Elysium is draped not only in a fine business suit with black, shiny dress shoes with his hair sweeped back in a neat hair due. Additionally, however, Lydon Vogel appears just as ethereally attractive as his last attendance in Court. His already natural good looks have been amplied beyond their means. He arrives with the Tremere, both hands stuffed neatly into his pockets as he arrived and makes his way quietly to a section of seats, leading the rest of his Clan with him to claim the space.
Seven arrives in early for Court, entering just as soon as she's allowed in the door. She is dressed in a formal black dress that bares surprisingly little skin aside from her uncovered arms and hands. It whispers against the floor as she walks into the auditorium and takes a seat in the area most likely to be inhabited by other Malkavians. Birds of a feather flock together and all that.
Harper slips in the doors and quietly makes her way over towards the Rose's seating area. Her hand lifts to slip under her hair, pulling it over one shoulder before she moves to sit down, crossing her legs and folding her hands in her lap to wait for things to begin.
Gretchen, as always can be heard coming. The clamp of boots, the clank of spurs, and the scrape of the metal of the cuirass worn over her uniform along with the various other bits of metal like the blue maltese cross over her chest make her as unstealthy as always.
Her busby comes off her head as she makes her way past the threshold, tucked under one arm. Her eyes move over towards the Tremere section of the room for a moment, then move on as apparently they don't find what she is looking for. Instead she turns off slightly to the side to make her way to her normal spot between the Toreador gathering and the Ventrue, settling herself down in an empty section of seats.
Let the Tremere arrive in their precision-engineered three-piece whatevers. When the Banu Haqim roll up on Camarilla Court, they dress to make a statement. At least, maybe that's what Chanel is thinking. She's not dressed in her namesake. She's dressed in snow-leopard print workout wear, a sports bra and leggings that cling to her like a beta boyfriend with trust issues. The tall, muscular assassin walks through the doors alongside Becky.
As they enter, Chanel is talking to Becky at a conversational volume: "...said, just chill. Act like you belong here, look like you belong here. That's how you get by -- just act like you belong." To that end, Chanel flashes a smile at a neophyte Harpy who's standing nearby. Well, more of a grin, really: a big, bright, white grin that prominently features Chanel's sabre-tooth-tigress fangs. The young Harpy immediately looks profoundly uncomfortable at an Assamite trying to interact with her, and power-walks away to go gossip with her peers.
Elizabeth enters Elysium in a beautiful white, strap-less dress that clings to her curves like a ghoul clings to their mistress. Speaking of which, Lunette enters at the Toreador's side and the pair walk together down the aisle toward the section of rows where the majority of the Toreador have gathered. She offers a demure smile toward Kennedy on stage and a polite nod toward Crawley and the rest of the Council before she takes a seat among the Roses.
Avery is a little spot of color as she arrives among the Tremere, casting aside her typical dark colored attire in favor of a pretty pale green dress (https://tinyurl.com/yc265da5). Her gaze takes things in for a moment, her other clanmates included, before she follows a few steps behind the German Tremere to find a seat to settle into.
Ian makes his way in just after Elizabeth, glancing around the room before moving over to find a seat somewhat away from most others, easy to do when you consider just how large the auditorium is, even for such a well populated Praxis. He's dressed in a slate gray suit, pausing only briefly at the ghoul taking weapons to leave a smallish leather sheath with them. He settles into his seat quietly, leaning back in his chair and affixing his eyes onto the stage.
As always, the Court has been set-up in its standard fashion. The house lights have been dimmed but not so much as any visitors cannot find their way to one of the many fine seats which surround the circular stage on the floor below.
The lights upon the center stage are brighter, beaming down from above and providing excellent illumination in that location. Near the center of the stage, a massive wooden throne which serves as the seat of power for the Prince of Los Angeles. It is adorned with numerous, intricate carvings and soft, ruddy cushions. Directly to the right of the the throne is a smaller bench that serves as the seat of the Prince's second, the Seneschal. It is far less ornate a seat.
There sits Crawley, a withered little goblin of a creature in what can only be described as a well-worn leather trench coat. Beneath the overcoat, the Nosferatu wears a dark set of robes that look stained and dirtied with muck and filth.
To either side of the Prince's throne and Seneschal's bench, the chairs of the Primogen of Los Angeles, one medium size wooden seat with similar ruddy cushions for each of the Clans who hold power in the Praxis: Brujah, Malkavian, Tremere, Nosferatu, Ventrue, and the Toreador. The Councilor's chairs are much less elaborately adorned but do have symbol of the appropriate Clan carved into the backs.
As Lunette walks alongside Elizabeth, the brunette keeps her left hand gently upon the other woman's arm and remains close to her. Once the two have made their way to where others of their clan are waiting, Lu takes a seat and settles in beside Liz, and once seated she grins slightly and leans over to murmur something to the other.
Shelly makes a token effort of 'dressing up' by at least draping a beat up blazer on over her normal flannel shirt. The Deputy doesn't so much as arrive, as been here. Near the door, keeping a careful eye on everybody coming in, though it's a much easier process than with the craziness of costumes the previous court. Still, Chanel and Friend's arrival does get a curious raised eyebrow, but she doesn't do anything to stop them. They are behaving after all.
It's definitely Court Night and as such, the Brujah Primogen has traded her normal jeans and casual wear for a knee-length sleeveless black fitted dress with a halter neckline. No jacket, no wrap -- Quinn's skin radiates with the pale alabaster marking her as a member of the nightly Court. Strapped heels carry her briskly down the walkway and towards the dais, leading in the rest of the Brujah contingency, before she finds her seat and settles down within it.
Svetlana Serova has sacked a hot-topic. Her usually downplayed hobo-chic punk aesthetic of varying degrees has been dialed up all the way to aggressive mall-goth. Her hair's been shaved into something like a Chelsea, sideburns and top intact, the rest buzzed to skin. These flares have been dyed iridescent purple and her makeup is all dark sockets and lips on a foundation of naturally desaturated corpse-flesh. Her fangs are out. Ruby-colored translucent shades, round, rest on the bridge of her nose.
The Whip of Dogtown has a half-cut white puffer jacket on atop a low-sternum-length baseball-T. A plaid mini-skirt leads to bare legs and buckled-to-shit faux-industrial boots over knee-high white socks.
"WITCH" has been carved haphazardly into her bare stomach, not entirely legibly, and somewhat askew. It's only half-healed, raised and red. She nurses a clove cigarette as she clomps her way onto stage and throws herself in the Malkavian figurehead's seat, taking stock of the assembly's attendees silently.
Becky is wearing fairly simple attire. Jeans, a beige shirt, and a pair of newish looking sneakers. She still has a slightly rumpled look about her, as if she rushed out of the house without taking the time to brush her hair. "Right right. I'll keep my mouth shut and just watch," she tells Chanel. "I'm good at that."
An arch of his brow is cast questioningly back at Gretchen as she looks towards the Tremere, Lydon inspecting the Ventrue for a quiet moment before turning to inspect the center stage; Quietly.
As Kennedy makes her way to the sunken dais it's in the bespoke fashion that has become customary for her at court; a finely tailored wool suit, jewel-toned (emerald this time) vest and polished boots. The suit cuts a masculine edge upon an otherwise svelte figure and is finished off with a familiar gold and pearl necklace that has a rose made from ruby chips at the center of her throat. The dark haired Toreador dips her head to those of her clan present, though a friendly wink is given to the trio of Elizabeth, Harper and Emily whether together or apart. She takes her seat in the chair marked for Clan Toreador, smoothing her suit coat as her right leg crosses over the left.
Good ol' Charlie Max.
Where people are dressed to impress, he arrives in a relatively non-descript blue suit. Down the aisles and up he goes to the chairs on the stage by the Prince's throne. There, he finds the one with the sigil for Clan Ventrue, and lowers himself down upon it with a groan and a sigh, as if it has already been a long night for him.
And there he waits for Court to start.
Tonight a 'stranger' is in the midst. A black man dressed in a rediculously expensive suit, Desmond Merrion tonight, the color a spectacular gold and round rimmed sunglasses to match. Theo is flanked by another black man, though not quite as well dressed. The gentleman enters with a modicum of caution, scanning over the crowd of Kindred already gathered as he tries to get a lay of the land. He heads for a sear, somewhere that is outside of other clan 'territory' in the auditorium, a place independant of such influence. Seating himself, Theo waits patiently.
Dressed for the occasion, or perhaps it's his normal attire, but Cole cuts quite the figure in a black suit of immaculate make and a white collared shirt open at the top. His hair is fixed, chin is smooth and his eyes sweep a number of new faces, betraying little of his emotions and less of his intent. Still, his handsome countenance doesn't seem to be much of a threat, though it's abundantly clear this is his first time here. He slides off to one side, tucking himself out of the way for the time being.
Sterling is a regular at court and arrives just like clockwork a few minutes after the doors open. He's always well dressed, if somewhat conservative in his fashion choices, and today is no exception. The suit is charcoal grey and his shirt is spotlessly white and immaculately pressed, with italian leather shoes polished to a near mirror shine. He pauses near the entrance to greet several individuals he knows, making quiet conversation with several of them until it appears that proceedings are about to begin. He glances towards the stage and, with a only a few more words excuses himself to hed towards if not his usual *seat* then the general area of the hall he usually gravitates towards for these events. He's a very habitual sort of creature.
Summer enters the hall with her typical poise, the long-legged Kindred dressed in a fluttery dress adorned with dark crimson roses and delicate greenery ( https://imgur.com/a/0Ya0GHE ). She crosses the auditorium at a stately pace, intending to claim her usual seat at the lowered dais where the rest of the Court Officers preside. She will slow her approach long enough to look over her shoulder and flash a smile toward the assembling Kindred before turning around to mindfully lift the hem of her gown and step down the staircase.
"Good evening, Primogen," the Prince greets, looking at those assembled with a polite dip of her head. And then, with a glance toward Sveta, "And Whip Serova, of course." She casts a glance at the Malkavian's engraved stomach, and then peers up at her round red glasses. "I'm not sure which is the more daring fashion choice," she says, gesturing to the WITCH engraving on her stomach and then the red spectacles. "The flesh wound or the glasses. Stealing Primogen Strauss's style, tsk tsk." She'll settle into her chair with a careful arranging of her dress, permitting a flash of one pale thigh as it shifts against a tasteful slit in the skirt.
Violet arrives alongside Avery as usual. She's kept it simple tonight; white blouse, black pencil skirt and black heels. Her hair is styled in a french bun and she pushes her glasses up from her nose before she moves to allow Avery to take her seat. She takes her seat next to her and sits up straight, waitingfor everything to start. His name's Charlie Max and he's the first out the limo.
At least, that's the song that plays through Oliver's head as he watches those process in. The Toreador procession is met with a warm greeting, as is the Ventrue. A polite, distinct nod is offered to the Warlocks as they make their way. Others, well, others are greeted by Oliver based mostly upon how well he knows them. Not that a smile or nod isn't offered to all; it is more a matter of how wide a smile, or how curt a nod. Still, as the Prince enters, he turns his focus then towards the stage, standing off to the side, near the wall, hands clasped before him in proper unliving statue fashion.
As everyone takes their proper places, so too does Chanel. The Assamite leads Becky to the very back row of seating, outside of the 'Clan-assigned' areas. There, she... stands. Chanel doesn't actually sit down. She's in the back row, so it's not like she's blocking anyone's view. Her arms fold under her breasts, and the Banu Haqim bodybuilder rolls her neck from side to side, slowly. Watching each of the Primogens enter, mentally playing the Jock Jams CD as each of them takes the stage.
Clad in leather and satin in sharply contrasting black and white, Savage makes entrance into the halls of the Tower with a stately step and the poise of royalty. Four inch heels and piratey boots that cuff above the knees pair to a ruffle-edged skirt that's dangerously short in the front and sweeps the floor in the back. The corset is white, cinched tight on her dainty waist, while the short jacket in black provides sleeves and a broad collar, framing her generous cleavage. A black tophat with the white eye of a peacock feather tucked into the brim rests atop her tightly french knotted hair, and in her left hand is a sleek, thin black lacquer cane topped with a resin gem. She angles towards where the Ventrue seat themselves.
Not quite as ghosty as the last time he was here, a Ghost he still is. The man enters, not disguised this time, immediately taking a right to the cheap seats. No weapons needed to be handed over, he carries none, in these precious halls it would seem, anyway. Where he and Zebastian sat last time, he finds a seat. He?s not clad for court in any style that most might be. Jeans, an offensive t-shirt to some maybe, holding the effects of the Anarchy symbol upon a black background, and a leather jacket, a biker jacket that sports no kind of gang colors, that suggests at no kind of allegiance, just black.
Zane arrives with Beth and Coop, the trio of Brujah are all dressed nicely for tonight's court. Following behind Shelly they give Quinn a wave up on the dias as they settle in to their seats and get comfortable. Once they're all seated, the Brujah Whip leans over with a smile to whisper to Shelly, looking around the room then back to the stage.
Becky seems perfectly content to lurk in Chanel's shadow, standing slightly behind the Assamite. Watching the proceedings with unblinking and golden-yellow eyes.
Primogen and Prince and other offices all drifting in seems to be Shelly's queue to take her own seat. Or maybe also the arrival of Brujah she tails on after. That whisper from the scourge earns a roll of eyes before she mutters something back.
Sveta has arranged herself in a loose sideways lean in the Malkavian seat, one leg dangling over an armrest, torso propped up against the other, with her opposite boot on the floor. Her leg swings like a pendulum as the prince assesses this evening's stylistic choices, flashing her a fangy grin and saying:
"Ever notice you never see me and Primogen Strauss in the same room, Prince Hastings?" She seems to be about to draw some conclusion from this, but just lets it hang, malodorously, before shrugging dismissively and puffing smoke into the air.
"It IS a good evening, though."
Avery's legs cross after she's comfortably settled, the folds of her dress being adjusted just so as she continues to look around, noting those present and still arriving. Those green eyes of hers don't miss much. There's a studious look to Lydon, a smile offered to Violet, and then her attention moves to the stage where it remains as she waits quietly for things to begin.
Ian's eyes remain neutrally affixed to the stage, hands folded across his lap in a neat sort of perfection. Every hair is in place and his suit is perfectly creased. He remains aloof and alone in his own little section, his expression as neutral as even in public. There's not a single shift in him, still as a statue, untouched by the fluttering chaos of the rest of the Kindred at Court.
When a sufficient number of Kindred have arrived and taken their seats, the house lights in the auditorium dim three times. A sign that those who have not taken their seats should move immediately to do so. Court is about to begin.
Crawley rises from his bench and raises a hand. Another sign that Court is starting and that all eyes should shift to the Seneschal. He waits until a hush has fallen over the chamber and all undead eyes are upon him. Who says the Sewer Rats do not have a sense of the dramatic? The lights in the house now dim fully.
"Welcome," Crawley begins, his voice rather clear for such a tiny little thing, "I hereby call this Court to session." He lowers his hand and continues speaking, "We will begin with Announcements." Crawley shifts and glances toward Summer.
He bows to the Toreador on the throne and says, "We shall start with Her Highness, Summer Hastings, the Prince of Los Angeles." As he finishes those few words the Nosferatu retreats to his bench, seeming to shrink from the limelight.
"Clan Tremere can neither confirm nor deny that Primogen Strauss is batman." Lydon remarks dryly for Sveta and Prince Hastings, and then quiets as Court is called into session.
When Summer is announced, Chanel -- still standing in the back row, arms still crossed -- puts on her most winning of bright, fangy smiles. Will the Prince notice just how pleased the Assassin looks back there? +ROLL/+DICE> Chanel: Appearance + Seduction vs. 8 -> 2 successes. (9 8 4)
Maybe!
The Prince gently smiles at Sveta's reply but she'll not offer a return. The lights have dimmed, calling for Court to begin, so she'll turn herself around to properly address the Kindred masses. By then, the look on her face has mellowed -- something about the call for announcements robbing her of that initial flash of warmth.
"Thank you, Seneschal," Summer begins, her already stately poise adjusting to assume a more attentive lean. There is a significant pause, long enough for a small frown to crease her elegant features. "I am aggrieved to begin this evening with horrible news. My ghoul, Vera, known by many as Nurse V, has been murdered by unknown aggressors in her place of business -- a downtown blood bank that supplied our praxis with a flush herd. She was shot in the head while blindfolded, execution style, with a .22LR. If any Kindred has reason to suspect why this happened, or by whom, I ask you to direct any information to the Seneschal and Sheriff for further investigation. While we don't have proof of a connection, the assassination comes with strange timing, as that same blood bank was robbed the week before."
The Prince pauses, allowing that information to sink in.
At the mention of the recent demise of the ghoul, Quinn's brows furrow visibly, her pale gaze fanning out around those gathered. She says nothing for the time being, but simply listens and watches.
The German Tremere casts a thoughtful inspection to Avery, Lydon considering her quietly before arching a brow towards the Prince as she mentions the recent murder. And then, of course, a glance is cast towards the Banu Haqim, though only passingly.
Oliver frowns, a bit, at the news and announcement from the Prince. His gaze looks about, not so much in suspicion as it is noting the other reactions to the news, before he turns his expression back to the Prince once more. Still, while the Ventrue typically takes most news with the air of passivity, the news of the loss does merit a noted reaction.
Something has Seven shifting faintly in her seat, though her expression never falters from that pleasantly neutral look she has worn since she entered. The woman folds her hands in her lap over her small purse and watches the Prince attentively.
Sterling settles into his seat and glances around his immediate surroundings, offering a slight nod of his head or aave t a few that he recognises while the preamble continues. He does refocus his attention on the stage when the Prince starts speaking, and listens carefully as she makes the announcement of her dearly departed murdered ghoul. This causes Sterling to sit forward just a little and his lips to press together thoughtfully as he considers the matter.
Max says nothing.
He doesn't need to. His face betrays his sense of loss. His mouth creases into an expression of sadness at the Prince's announcement.
But he says nothing.
Chanel's 'notice me, senpai' winning smile (plus fangs) fades in an instant to a look of grave displeasure when, you know, a horrible murder is announced. The Assamite's brow is furrowed -- she seems actually /bothered/ by this revelation. That's the look on her face when she turns her head slightly to meet Lydon's gaze. She's not gonna break eye contact until he does.
Gretchen remains flat faced, though her eyes move to Crawley for a moment, an almost imperceptable tilt of her head, and then right back to watching Summer.
When Lunette hears what has happened to V, she slowly turns her face and looks at Liz, staring at her for a few seconds before she looks away, lips pressed tightly together. Her hands shift to rest together on her lap, and she keeps quiet, listening.
Beth and Coop listen then lean over to pester Zane and Shelly both with softly whispered questions about the news on the ghoul V. The Brujah Whip is patient with them, smiling and nodding as he works on answering their questions along with Shelly. It looks like some of that discussion may be telling them to wait to talk more about it after court.
Sveta leans over as Lydon pipes up. She pushes her Strauss-knockoff glasses down the bridge of her nose and gives him a curious, and not entirely friendly, stare, before drifting back into position. Just in time too: the show is about to start. She takes the liberty of grinding out her cigarette on the chair's armrest immediately after the lights dim, as though banking on the adjustment in illumination not to draw attention to her, despite being in full spotlight. It's while she's twisting the cigarette back and forth that the news regarding V comes across. She pauses, purses her lips, and glances at Summer's profile.
"Cyka, blyat," the words don't reach much further than the first row, but they're audible.
Elizabeth's expression remains calm as she hears the Prince's announcement and she regards Summer for a long moment before tilting her head to the side so she can meet Lunette's stare. A hand moves to pat Lunette's knee before the Toreador's gaze returns to the stage.
Savage slides onto a seat with the same regal air she had when walking to it. She doesn't merely sit; she owns it. Right arm resting on the armrest, the other hand grasping the cane, fingers relaxed. Her focus entirely on the speaker as she crosses one leg over the other.
Summer's lips delicately pinch, brows furrowed, before she explains, "Last week, five heavily armed men wearing ski masks stormed into this same blood bank shortly before sundown. They made off with a few carts of blood -- but no cash. Clearly, their interest in blood rather than money is a glaring red flag." A pause. "My contact in the LAPD was able to provide a partial license plate number from the white panel van used in the robbery. While they are not positive, they believe the van used was the same one discovered about an hour later in Sawtelle. Thus far, this is the only information we have ascertained. If anyone here has any relevant information about either event, I will ensure that you are rewarded accordingly."
Summer allows a chance for reactions before she presses on to say, "Given the recent activity surrounding the blood bank, I have elected to close that location and will move the operation to a new building downtown. I have ensured that this resource will remain available to the Praxis." The Prince looks over to Crawley and offers a singular nod of her head. "Seneschal," she says, "You have an important matter to discuss as well."
Shelly doesn't actually offer any answers to those fledgling's whispered questions about murder, just a small shake of her head as she keeps her face completely without emotion... barely. There is definitely a nudge of her elbow against Zane, a little need for some friendly contact in light of serious news, but not too much.
The news of Vera's murder prompts Kennedy to lose the mirth-filled smirk on her face that Sveta's answer gave. With a sombre expression she watches the Prince and the crowd beyond her, that sadness genuine as it etches itself into her features. She remembered her well; Jenet, another face she missed, had always made sure that Vera was seen to when she visited Zavarka. In one of the few times it will ever happen, Kennedy slips her silenced phone from her pocket and swipes her thumb around the screen to swiftly type a message to someone. She remembered the robbery; she'd killed the story on it when asked.
Hands fold neatly in his lap as Theodore remains silent and listens to the news. It really does not affect him, thus no reaction. His attention remains on Summer as she speaks, certainly not about to interrupt. Seated behind and above most of the others as a member of the independant clans, it is easy to see the reaction of the others in the room to the news of a murder...or perhaps it's the fact the blood bank was what was hit. The dark skinned man waits and observes.
Violet responds to Avery's smile with one of her own. Then, the announcements start! When the announcement of the murder is first made, Violet's mouth is agape in shock and then she frowns. She adjusts her glasses and listens to the further details, frowning and glancing towards Avery briefly.
News of V's murder causes Avery's brow to furrow, and her lips purse as she listens to the details provided, hands resting loosely clasped in her lap. As if sensing her clanmate's eyes on her, she gives a quick glance to Violet, focusing her attention back to the stage a brief moment later.
Sterling doesn't seem to show particularly much emotion for the murder of the ghoul, certainly no more than he would show for any other murder he read about in the news. Still, he does remain respectfully quiet, his expression thoughtful as he steeples his fingers in front of himself. He sits forward in his seat a little, apparently keen to hear whatever else may be on the docket for this evening's announcements.
Ian's expression remains as impassive as ever, the stony-faced Kindred taking the news of the murder in stride. His simple, passive presence never quite fading into the background. His eyes stay on the stage, the only movement from him the subtle shift of his focus from speaker to speaker. With the gray of his suit, he really does almost look made of stone.
Becky frowns, as the fingers at the end of her loosely hanging arms begin to twitch in response to the news of the murdered Ghoul. Out of habit, she attempts to place her twitchy digits into her hoodie pockets, only to remember too late that she is hoodie-less this evening.
When Crawley's name is called, he rises from the bench and moves toward the center of the stage. He waits until Summer has situated herself back in the throne again before he sweeps his gaze back toward the many assembled Kindred.
"Sadly," Crawley begins, "There is is more darkness afoot amongst us. As many of you have already heard there is a new drug on the streets of LA. It is called Vee and while details of this substance are still sketchy, it is believed that vitae is used in it's creation. I should not have to remind anyone in this Court of the risks such a drug could pose to the First Tradition, the Silence of the Blood." A beat. "A sacred secret that is so important it is honored even by Anarchs."
A dramatic pause as he lets all that news sink in.
"The presence of this drug on the street is forcing the Camarilla's hand and we /must/ move to locate and eliminate its source," the Nosferatu continues, "This investigation is being undertaken by the Sheriff's Office currently and anyone with any information on this Vee drug, its origins, or its source, should speak to either Deputy Shelly Marin or Sheriff Lopez. /No/ detail or data is too minor."
Now that the Seneschal has finished his only announcement, his blue eyes scan the crowd. He then says as he steps back toward his low seat and gives the stage, "Next, we will hear from Chancellor Tanner, who has some Announcements of her own."
There may be one or two guilty looks among a few of the younger fledglings or neonates present, who likely already knew about Vee simply because they go to better parties than Old Man Crawley. There is also perhaps, a slight perking of interest. New drug, you say? And it's even a fraction as potent as the real vitae? Take my money already! Most have the good sense however to look properly horrified.
Lunette leans a bit closer to Liz to murmur something softly, and then it's back to being quiet and listening.
Assuming that her little staring contest with Lydon ever ends, Chanel gives Becky a small, sidelong look when Crawley emphasizes 'honored even by Anarchs.' She seems to notice Becky's discomfort... but does utterly nothing to try and make the smaller woman feel better. Instead, she looks back to the stage in time for her eyes to fix on the Chancellor. Her arms unfold, hands moving to her hips in an idle stance.
Sterling doesn't look entirely surprised, though his eyebrows lift a little as Crawley mentions the new drug on the market. He sits back in his seat once more and lifts his right hand, tapping his index finger thoughtfully against his lips several times as he seems to digest this latest update.
//No// detail the Seneschal said and Shelly's Deputy eyes are certainly watch for those guilty looks some of those fledglings are wielding... or maybe some are looking guilty just because they are being looked at?
Sveta arches her eyebrows and glances down to inspect her nails, painted alternating shades of black and gray. She lazily picks something out from beneath her thumb and flicks it away as the details of the new drug are laid out. There's a sidelong glance cast back toward Crawley, before she swings her other leg up and crosses them on the armrest, leaving her more parallel to the stage than perpendicular. Her attention drifts toward Elizabeth, narrowing her eyes just a hair as she focuses in.
+ROLL/+DICE> Sveta: Perception + Empathy vs. 8 -> 3 successes. (10 8 8 6 5 4) There is a look from Zane to all the Primogen as Crawley speaks on the new drug. Letting his blue eyes search the features of each he then looks back to his companions and nods, speaking softly with the fledglings.
Summer's frown lingers while Crawley speaks. The news of this potential Masquerade breach is obviously a troubling one and she affords the Nosferatu all due respect while he discusses it. While she listens, her eyes skim the auditorium. "As a reminder," she says, sounding stoic, "Any Kindred caught contributing to this potential violation of the First Tradition may potentially face final death. There is no such thing as an acceptable Masquerade breach."
The Prince's expression will only soften once Elizabeth is drawn to the fore. She'll wait for the Chancellor to rise and present herself with a faint but encouraging smile.
Elizabeth rises from her chair and takes a moment to clear her throat with a soft little 'ahem' before she turns and addresses the crowd. She speaks with a lovely voice that is forced louder to carry through the room's acoustics. "Thank you, Seneschal Crawley. Your Grace." Pause. "Hello, Kindred of Los Angeles. I have only a few announcements from the office of Chancellor that I will be sharing tonight."
"First..." Elizabeth's gaze moves across the room. "...let it be known that all boons owed TO the Anarch Malkavian, Karner Blue, are hereby considered absolved. His spying against us for the Sword of Caine last Summer is reason enough to satisfy any debt owed to him by members of the Praxis. Any boons owed BY Karner Blue still stand, but caution should be taken by those kindred wanting to collect on any favors owed to them by the Anarch."
"Since the last court, the following boons have been agreed upon within the Praxis. Sheriff Alejandro Lopez has accepted a Trivial Boon from myself. Gabriel Coleman, now departed from the city, has accepted a Minor Boon from Ventrue Primogen Max Michaelson. Seneschal Crawley has received a Major Boon each from Oliver Lancaster and the Hollywood Knight, Grafin Gretchen Von Eisen. Seneschal Crawley has also received a Life Boon from former Keeper of Elysium, Harper Campbell."
"Taking these new boons into account, it is my judgement that Seneschal Peter Crawley is currently the most 'credited' member of our society with Prince Summer Hastings a distant second. Grafin Gretchen Von Eisen holds the most debt with former Keeper Harper Campbell a close second. I envy our good Seneschal when he decides it is time to cash in on all those boons owed to him..."
"I close with one final word concerning Elysium. Elysium is meant to be a sacred place where the social fabric of our Prince's great court can flourish. Though we all may speak our peace freely within the sacred walls of this establishment, do know that from this evening on, everyone's behavior will be judged by those of us some of you have come to know as 'the harpies', whether favorably or to your detriment."
The mention of the new drug earns a slight twitch from Quinn's lips, the Brujah still maintaining her silence. Her pale gaze drifts to land upon Shelly in brief, giving her a faint nod of acknowledgment before shifting to glance around the rest of the room. Eyes narrow ever-so-slightly upon a few of the younger fledges and neonates before slowly turning her attentions back upon Elizabeth in full.
From up in the cheap seats, all the death of one ghoul gets is a brow raise from Ghost. It doesn't seem to affect him much, nor does he find it shocking. The second announcement, well, clearly not the first he's heard of Vee, either. Not that he makes much more note of it than the lack of surprise. Eyes just flicker around the place. If he knows anything, nothing to let on, it seems.
Becky eventually settles for crossing her aims and pinning her treacherous fingers beneath her armpits. Leaning towards Chanel, she shoulder bumps her arm in an attempt to get the more muscular woman's attention.
New drug. It's mentioned, and the German Tremere doesn't seem surprised. Rather, Lydon doesn't seem to react at all to the news, except to nod in agreement with the Prince, and her statement regarding the Traditions.. When Liz is gestured to by the Hidden Clan, he turns to look in her direction.
Up high on the balcony, Colton looks down among the gathered like a silent specter with arms folded over his chest. He's likely hard to see up in that fanciful 'perch'. This is quite the spectacle, after all, and his attention is nothing if not rapt.
Finally, a reaction from Ian, the comment about Harper's life boon seems to elicit a very faint lift of his eyebrow. It's subtle, but for anyone watching him they might detect a level of curiosity or similar emotion before it eases back down. He returns to his stonelike countenance, hands neatly folded in his lap, slate gray suit, hair, and everything else about him untouchable and perfectly styled.
Murder? Drugs? Clearly Camarilla court has the best parties after all. Savvy's gaze flits from Crawley to Summer, the smile on her pink glossed lips unchanging.
As the topic shifts away from V, Max's calm, serene demeanor is restored. He only looks down at the hands in his lap when his name is called by Elizabeth, and looks back up after. Otherwise, like many of his brethren in the seats, he is impassive and silent.
+LOSE/+BURN> Shelly burns 1 Willpower.
Her furrowed brow lingers as her phone is slid back into her pocket and her full attention now upon Crawley and the announcement about Vee. The dark-haired Rose reaches up with her right hand to tuck away a few stray curls and then returns to her lap where her fingers lace together just behind her knee. Kennedy's sombre look remains with the seriousness of Vee being made public and her attention shifts to Elizabeth as she makes her announcements. It isn't until toward the end that the sombre look breaks into a small smile. This is either her being unsurprised at Crawley holding so many boons or pride at Elizabeth. She nods in approval regarding the statement on Elysium, then her eyes shift to gauge the crowd.
+ROLL/+DICE> Shelly: Perception + Empathy vs. 8 -> 0 successes. (8 7 5 4 4 1)
A new drug on the market? With Vitae in it? Theo raises his brows at this, but doesn't say anything about it. He -does- take note of those fledgelings who look guilty, however, filing it away in the back of his mind. His dark eyes scan over Crawley as he finishes his announcement and others step up to present their own. He straightens his suit briefly and settles once again to stillness.
Elizabeth will offer a curtsy toward Crawley, "Seneschal, back to you.", before she reclaims her seat next to Lunette.
Sveta gives Elizabeth a few languid finger-snaps of applause and a crooked grin from her half-cocked seating position.
Shelly leans over to whisper something to Zane once at least //most// of the shuffling subsides about the drug-news and the conversation turns towards the Chancellor's recounting of social debts and credits.
Avery nods once at the mention of the new drug, perhaps to simply acknowledge the fact that it's been brought as she doesn't appear too surprised otherwise to hear of it. As Elizabeth is called forward, her gaze shifts to the Chancellor, watching and listening to what she has to say, with another small nod given at the end.
Harper sits quietly, hands remaining folded on her lap as the various announcements go out. She looks from one speaker to the next, her expression rather passive considering the rather unpleasant news given by the first two that make announcements. There's no surprise on her face as her debt to the Seneschal is named, there's no reason to be since she's sitting here tonight.
Lunette glances up to Liz when she moves to reclaim her seat, and she offers her a small smile before looking away and back towards Crawley and Summer.
Crawley nods to the Chancellor as she hands center stage off to him. The Nosferatu rises and says, "Now that all our Announcements are concluded, we can move the docket onto any changes or Appointments to offices within this Praxis."
While he was announced to have the most credit, the Nosferatu seems to not even blink. Possible that he keeps his own accounting of prestation in the Praxis, or that atop that pile, is a place Peter Crawley is comfortable with now being.
He turns to face the Prince and bows to her once again, "Your Highness." As center stage is passed off to the Toreador, the sewer goblin retreats to his bench.
Shelly gives a quick roll of her eyes and a shake of her head towards whatever it was Zane just said, before attention turns back to the stage and the coming announcements of appointments.
Summer listens to Elizabeth's announcements with bright-eyed interest. "Thank you, Chancellor," she says, "I'm relieved to have you tackling this praxis' accounting." She pauses, her lips remaining pleasantly upturned. "And that is a fine reminder regarding Elysium. One is free to say practically anything in its hallowed halls -- so long as they are willing to endure the discerning gaze of their peers and the Harpies."
The Toreador Prince shifts in her seat, her hands coming to clasp atop her lap. "Tonight I have two new appointments to announce," Summer says, smiling wider now that the topic has veered away from the drearier announcements. "First, I would like to thank and congratulate Mister Oliver Lancaster of Clan Ventrue for accepting the position of Keeper. He will have very fashionable shoes to fill, given the vast accomplishments and impeccable caretaking provided by our last Keeper, Miss Harper Campbell." Summer looks out into the crowd to first find Oliver with a smile and a wink before glancing over to where the Toreador are clustered. She will look to Harper as well, offering her a warm and meaningful stare before turning back out to the auditorium at large.
"Next," she says, her smile remaining, "I have entrusted the position of Herald to Grafin Gretchen Von Eisen of Clan Ventrue. She has been tasked with making my edicts known to the praxis as well as providing any other pertinent announcements. Thank you, Grafin, for accepting this position." She will look over to the Ventrue in question and respectfully tilt her head.
Lunette leans forward slightly in her seat and glances off towards Oliver, whom she grins a little at before she sits back and looks around for Gretchen. She sends a little smile her way, and then it's back to looking forward.
Gretchen rises up to her feet softly, before her right arms crosses her body to bang her closed fist against the steel of her cuirass at the opposite shoulder. Bowing forwards for the moment. "I am forever in your service, Prinzessin. My voice is yours."
Chanel's expression is briefly thoughtful at the latest round of announcements. Then she turns her head for a moment to look over at Becky -- maybe make sure the stranger she brought with her is still paying attention.
Max claps quietly, politely, and energetically in response. That's all he does. Judging from the distant look in his eyes, his mind is elsewhere, even if his immediate attention remains present.
Colton attempts to track the praises to place names to new faces. Again, it's likely hard to see, but he's smiling ever-so-slightly from on high.
The thought of the 6'4" Ventrue squeezing his feet into the stylish design of Harper's heels is one that need not occupy the thoughts of many for long. Regardless, Oliver does bow deeply to the Prince from where he stands off to the side, looking to the proceedings and keeping an eye on things. "I appreciate the Honor and shall endeavor to do my best." He takes a deliberate moment as well to turn to the former Keeper and bow respectfully.
Harper meets the look that the Prince sends her way, inclining her head respectfully to the woman on the dias. She glances over towards Oliver, doing the same for him in acknowledgement of his taking over the position before she turns her attention back to the stage.
Becky frowns faintly as Court continues onto to the topic of appointments. The frown remains in place, as the Anarch's expression shifts into one of confusion.
Considering the Announcements, Lydon arches a brow for both Ventrue, considering them quietly with both hands still stuffed in his pockets, and then a considering glance once again cast towards Avery.
Savage raps the bottom of the cane twice on the ground, once for each new position that clan Ventrue holds. Otherwise, she is very still, watching intently.
Sterling contributes a polite patter of applause salong with the others when the new appointments are announced, though his overall expression remains as quietly thoughtful as it has since court commenced.
The idea of harpies judging him, has Ghost smirking. Like the notion is ridiculous. He listens as Elizabeth gives her accounting and then as the appointments are made. He just seems to shake his head, the amused smirk lingering, his gaze flickers slightly around the room, seeming to land on certain people here or there, but it's not clear who at this distance. Somewhere in Ventrue and the Primogen seats.
Offering a bow of her head in acknowledgment of the appointments, Quinn offers the brief token clapping before letting her hands fall back into her lap. Almost as soon as she offer is, she is once more glancing back towards Crawley and Summer as if awaiting the next piece of news.
Chanel joins in the applause, while leaning to one side to whisper to Becky.
Avery's hands lift a few inches off her lap as she offers silent applause for the new appointments, head turning as she looks towards the named Ventrue and then to Lydon when she catches the German Tremere's glance.
"...Moving onto the subject of rewards and acknowledgements," the Prince says, sitting a little straighter. "I award my first two favors to Primogen Max Michaelson and Deputy Shelly Marin for their assistance in investigating the bloodbank heist. I am grateful to both Kindred for devoting their time and resources to help us resolve this matter." She looks first to the Ventrue Primogen on the dais beside her, flashing him a smile, and then looks out to find the Malkavian in question to provide her with a mirroring look of gratefulness.
"Lastly," the Prince says, "I award a favor to the new Chancellor Elizabeth Tanner." Summer looks over to where the Toreador Harpy sits, her lips drawn amicably upward, "It was not so long ago that you were enfolded into the Clan of Roses under...unique circumstances. While some may have doubted your place, you have proven each of them wrong -- and good for you." Summer dips her fiery lashes in a playful wink. "Thank you for your recent efforts as Chancellor and I look forward to seeing what you do with the position..."
Summer delicately lifts her finger, indicating there is something more.
Violet's expression goes... blank as everything continues on after the original announcement of the murder of Nurse V. When her clanmate lifts her hands up to clap, so too does she, eyeing those named before her gaze turns to Lydon. Her hands fold on her lap, listening some more and tilting her head with interest when the Prince lifts her finger.
As the appointments are announced Kennedy lifts her hands from her knee, fingers unlacing as she begins to clap for the recipients until the rewards and acknowledgements proceed to be announced. This time her applause is louder to indicate her approval of Elizabeth and echo the Prince's sentiments. When Summer indicates there is one other thing her own applause dies down promptly, hands folding upon her knee again.
Elizabeth's expression fills with momentary surprise as her name is spoken and she offers Summer a deep bow of the head before returning that playful wink with a radiant little smile that is offered to Kennedy, too, a moment later.
Lydon's glance is only passing, before the German Tremere nods for Violet and considers the center stage again. Though as the Prince praises Elizabeth, he nods in agreement with her, glancing towards the Mad Toreador briefly. Dryly.
As the new appointments are made, the Seneschal just nods. He does not applaud. Then again, he never applauds, so a nod is what happens and that is generally considered to be Good & Plenty for a curmudgeonly creature like him.
He does furrow his brow, not at the announcements of favor given, but the fact that the Prince skipped the process of formally transitioning to the Rewards. Seems like Old Man Crawley is a bit of a stickler for process as well. Still, he gets over it rather quickly, his brow returning to its placid state.
Becky lifts a hand and rubs at her eyes, then looks up at Chanel, before returning her gaze towards the Prince. Lowering her hand, she tucks it back under her arm.
Zane smiles at the announcements and claps for the appointments and the props given to Shelly. Reaching over he gives her a wink and a warm half hug just before Coop and Beth do the same.
Summer gracefully rises to her feet, causing her flowy skirt to gently flutter with the movement. She'll primly lace her hands in front of her waist, her hazel-green eyes searching the auditorium for someone. She'll find him rather easily, given the fact that he's sitting next to the Chancellor (and the last favor recipient).
"Mister Stanford," the Prince says, flashing him a rather dazzling smile. "I realize that the journey to downtown from Hancock Park poses no few risks and I am glad to see you in the audience this evening." She pauses, her smile remaining. "It is my sincere pleasure to offer you a Major Boon in return for the almost deadly escort you provided Miss Campbell the night she was abducted. From my understanding, you were tasked with pedal to pedal against Dusty -- famed for his demonic vehicle and crack driving -- and could have easily met your final nights. You did this all at my behest -- and without complaint. Thank you."
Summer will dip her head in his direction, her face lifting soon after with an appreciative stare. She will then sink back into her chair with another soft flutter of her skirt, her hands returning to their neat fold in her lap.
Shelly might actually be getting used to her name being called out for things since it was mentioned previously in the announcements but it takes a moment for her to realize that this time it's for rewards and she blinks a bit in surprise before dipping her head in polite thanks... and clapping those other acknowledged as well. And even louder for the Hancock Park Ventrue's brave service.
Harper shows the first hint of emotion, the very minimum but more than the rest of the evening so far. She arches an eyebrow, glancing from Summer towards the Ventrue in question, her head tilting slightly. Then it's gone again and she looks back to the stage, her fingers lacing over her knee.
Applause resumes from Kennedy, loudly as it had for Elizabeth, while her gaze turns toward Ian in the crowd with an appreciative smile.
As he had done for others of his Clan, Max claps respectfully after the announcement of their prestige. But he still has that distant look in his eyes.
Elizabeth glances over to Ian and offers him a warm smile. She reaches a hand out and rests it on the forearm of her coterie-mate, squeezing once before she withdraws her hand so she can gently clap beside him.
Ian reacts for the second time tonight, blinking with quiet surprise before he inclines his head toward Summer in obvious appreciation, his eyes flick briefly to Harper before they return to Summer. He straightens back up but doesn't interrupt, the faintest of smiles lingering on his lips after the announcement. His posture is ever so slightly more relaxed, but he's as still as ever after that little nod of his head and an appreciative smile at Kennedy and Elizabeth.
As it comes to the time of the night for the dispensing of favors, Quinn's gaze finds Shelly when the lunatic's name is announced giving her a slow smile and nod of her head. She does hold her applause catching that lift of Summer's finger out of the corner of her eye. When the Major boon is announced, her own pale gaze searches the crowd for Ian. Upon finding him, she grants him a slow bow of her head in recognition and finally offers a geniune applause for all those named.
As before, when accolades go out to one of her clansmen, Savvy raps the metal tip of the cane on the floor, eyes seeking out the recipient before silently focusing back to the dais. Oliver nods his head towards Ian as well, a genuine gesture of respect given the challenge the man apparently faced that night. It may be hard to see from where he's at but, the effort is made as he clasps his hands once more, now behind his back, as he briefly paces.
Sveta regards the rewarded kindred with due attention. Her mouth is moving subtlety, but the words are inaudible. Prayer, or perhaps rehearsal. There's not much of a difference. She's preoccupied.
The Rose is finished her Rewards, including a surprise last minute boon.
Scandalous.
Crawley rises from his low bench and walks out a bit, saying, "Now that Rewards and Appointments are complete we can move on to our lone Introduction."
Turning around to face the Primogen chairs the Nosferatu then locks his cerulean gaze on Sveta and says, "Whip Serova, it is my understanding that you have a new arrival to the Praxis?" A beat as he nods to her, taking a step back. The floor belongs to Sveta and she can now bring the new arrival to the stage.
"Kindred of the Court, Children of Caine, and esteemed fucking licks," Svetlana Serova raises her voice some. It's not entirely pleasant, faintly reminiscent of that one elementary teacher you had when your heart still beat. Maybe a hint of drill instructor in there, if you happened to attend bootcamp in Siberia.
She swings her legs off of her chair's armrest and gets to her feet beneath the spotlights.
A pause. Something doesn't strike her as right. Maybe a comment from earlier. She licks her lips, tenses her jaw, and pulls her glasses off.
They're dropped with a clatter and she lands her boot upon them with a loud, plasticky crunch, before they're violently swept aside to a corner of the stage with a twist of her foot.
Satisfied, she clasps her hands behind her back in loose parade rest with a little bounce on her heels.
"Is my privilege tonight to introduce a new Childe of Malkav to the City of Los Angeles, Severina Violante. Or, if you will: Seven."
Sveta extends a hand toward the immaculately manicured undead sitting in the nosebleeds with the rest of the Lunatics. She waits for a moment, for her to stand or descend closer to the stage, as she will, before continuing.
"Seven owes her second becoming to Bartolomeo Violante - the Dollmaker. Not falling far from the tree, Seven provides multiple services upon request, from bespoke vitae procurement, Ventrue take note, ghoul training, and -..." She trails off, about to continue, but there's another hook her her speech, something that has her grinding her fangs some in consternation. She lets out a grunt of frustration, shakes her head, and aggressively waves a hand in prompt toward the new introduction.
"Uhn... something-something-something, great asset for the Tower. Seven! If you would?"
There's a roll of his eyes from up there as the rewards continue, Ghost having to wear that amused smirk again. It can't be seen, but one might surmise the Brujah makes a rather obscene gesture just below most people's vision near his crotch that only those way up top could even see.
Seven rises to her feet slowly, her purse left back in her seat. She doesn't say anything until she steps into the aisle and moves closer to the central area. Once there she breaks into a flawless curtsy, one of practice rather than natural grace. She waits until after Sveta has spoken and any other murmurings die down before she speaks herself. "It is as she says, Your Excellency and esteemed Court of the Praxis of Los Angeles. I am Severina Violante, childe of Bartolomeo Violante, and I humbly and respectfully ask for your permission to take up residence in the Los Angeles area and provide my services to the Praxis at large. Services such as vitae procurement, ghoul training, and in the future, Your Excellency willing, providing the same service my Sire is renowned for in the creation of specialty ghouls for clients who desire something more than... common servants."
Avery's gaze returns to the stage as the Prince hands out rewards, silent applause once again offered for those named. Both hands loosely clasping once more in her lap, she settles her gaze on Sveta as the Malkavian Whip launches into the introduction of a new clanmate and her head turns slightly to look in Seven's direction to take the new arrival in studiously.
Lunette has been paying attention to the proceedings, and when Seven is introduced she leans to Liz for a moment, murmuring something gently before going silent again, focusing on the introduction.
Summer looks to Seven as she approaches the dais, her gaze resting with amicable attentiveness. "Thank you, Whip Serova," she says, flashing a brief smile to Sveta before turning back to the new Kindred. "Welcome to Los Angeles, Miss Violante. It has been some time since a new Malkavian joined the praxis." She takes a moment to look Seven over, her hazel-green eyes flitting to and for over her person. "Your clan has proved increasingly useful to our city," she resumes, "So I am glad to welcome another of its number. Could you please elaborate for the Court what exactly your services offer? Do you procure ghouls from scratch or simply offer existing ones some variety of...finishing school?"
Elizabeth listens to Lunette's murmuring before offering a quiet purr of a reply. Her gaze has turned toward Seven and she studies the Malkavian with a curious gaze as the Prince welcomes her and fields her question.
After the mention of a lone introduction and Sveta going on to do just that, Theo arches his brows. He does finally move, lifting his hand and clearing his throat to finally bring attention to himself in cae, you know, he went unnoticed somehow. Afterall that doesn't seem to be his intention.
Sveta stands in place, looking minorly pained as the questions are levied toward the new Malkavian. She alternates between smiling and cringing, without much of a distinction between the two, as her attention bats between the Prince and Seven.
"Thank you for the opportunity to explain, Prince Hastings." Seven smiles genuinely and gives another little partial curtsy before she speaks. "Through modern social media control I am able to locate mortals who best fit the profile of a servant, divided into categories of aesthetics and intended purpose. Once they are properly vetted those closest to the desired appearance are selected and previewed, to be offered cosmetic surgery for enhancement or alteration as needed. From there they are slowly pulled from their former lives in anticipation of their ghouling through participation in my lifestyle brand, Dollhouse. Those with quirks or personality issues that require ironing out are subject to training at whatever degree the client requests. There is no need for such extreme measures as total erasure or damage to the psyche as all selected subjects are predisposed towards acceptance of the process. It truly does simplify the process, as the success rate is exponentially higher than simply... plucking a mortal from a crowd. And at a fraction of the effort from the client." Seven's word-spam is a mighty wall as she babbles on, finally halting herself. "Apologies, Your Excellency. I am prone to overexplanation."
There's a look of concern on Shelly's face as that new business is explained... and that was just with the social media part of it!
Lunette sits quietly while listening to the explanation, and about halfway through she slowly cuts her gaze towards Elizabeth to watch her from the corner of her eye. She keeps her gaze there as her lips slowly curl to something akin to an amused grin, and then she's slowly shifting her gaze away.
Chanel's hands are still on her hips. She's watching the discussion between Summer and Seven, but... really, she seems to be watching Sveta more than anything, every last cringe and smile and sminge and crile.
Sterling does in fact sit forward a little as the new Malkavian is introduced and her services explained. His eyebrows lift a little, watching Seven with keen interest as she approaches the dais and is asked to explain more about the services she offers. He listens attentively as he taps his index finger against his lower lip several times, before finally settling back against his seat once more.
"How interesting," Summer says, head canting. "It certainly erodes some of the romance of finding the *right* mortal, but then again, as you say -- it sounds like a very practical business arrangement. I can understand why many Kindred would find your services useful." The Prince's lips draw up into an amicable smile as she dips her head. "Thank you, Miss Vicente. I accept your petition for residence and welcome you once more tothe praxis."
"Thank you, Prince Hastings. Thank you very much." Seven says without that pleasant veneer cracking for more than a moment, a moment where a flicker of relief passes over her features. She smiles, curtsies one final time, and makes her way back to her seat without any further words.
As the Dollmaker's childe approaches them, Crawley can't help but arch an eyebrow. He focuses his gaze on Seven for the entirety of her Introduction. There is no emotion, just naked curiosity at the newest Child of Malkav in LA.
When all is said and done, he rises from his low seat one last time and shuffles toward the center stage. There is a pause as he lets the Kindred get resettled. "It has been a tradition of this court that those who are new to it should stand and be known," Crawley intones as he searches the rows, "I have already seen a few new faces among the crowd tonight. Come forth and let us know you so that you may be a stranger to us no longer." He waits for anyone to rise.
New arrivals may have been warned that the Camarilla Court does not like unknowns among its midst, especially with the threat of the Sabbat infiltrators so very close. The Praxis does not demand a formal introduction under the Fifth Tradition, as no Anarch recognizes it, but putting faces to names is encouraged.
It is a no questions asked arrangement that lacks any sense of fealty or formality."
Sveta watches Seven go back to her seat, jaw cocked to the side, expression having melted into a pensive glare, before she straightens up, glances at the prince, and drops herself back in her seat to let the seneschal continue the show.
The whole idea of Seven's business brings a frown to Ghost's face. It's slight and there's a look of something dark, briefly there, but wiped away. It comes with a shake of the head following. It's as if it's derision for the entirety of the Camarilla, especially when the Prince offers accolades for it, his gaze sweeping over the whole auditorium with that same little look. When introductions are asked for by the Seneschal, he meets the man's eyes briefly, but he does not stand, nor offer his own. Maybe for many reasons.
Summer watches the Malkavian as she returns to her seat, appearing absently pensive before she lifts her eyes up to the auditorium. She waits, gaze searching, to see if anyone will stand and offer their name.
Harper watches the new Malkavian walk up to present herself, listening to the offered services with growing looks of concern. Her eyes flicker to Summer, then back to the woman, a soft but visible frown on her face. A small shake of her head and she looks down to her hands.
Colton straightens from the wall he's been leaning on up in the balcony portion of the great hall. He smooths down straightens his coat just so and waits until there's a lull after the announcement from Crawley. In a clear baritone, he speaks up. "Colton Radovic, representing--for today--the baron of Santa Monica."
Ahhh there it is. The moment Theo has been waiting for tonight. When Crawley suggests unknowns make introduction, the bald black man in his fine gold suit and matching round framed sunglasses stands. He moves himself to the isle and offers a bow to the general assembly on the dias. "Monsieurs et Madamoiselles. I am called Theodore Tristan LeRoy." he begins, the French accent there, but subtle when he switches to English. "I have arrived recently from New York City." he continues and slowly spreads his hands out as if showing he has no weapons, though it holds other meaning; he is harmless. "I come to this city and wish to announce myself here, but I am here as a neutral party. I stand outside the politics of the city, mes amies."
Avery listens to the nature of Seven's business as it's explained, a slightly arched brow and brief flicker of curiosity in her eyes the only real reaction. As the Seneschal once more takes center stage, her attention shifts to him before it turns to slowly scan the auditorium, zeroing in first on Colton and then Theo.
"Which one?" Sveta can't help but ask of Colton as she packs her cigarettes against her thigh. Her gaze then settles on Theo. There's a faint eyeroll.
Sveta's comment earns yet another brief reaction from Ian - an amused snort audible from his place. Then it's back to stone-faced silence and quiet attention to whomever is speaking at that particular moment.
"Ahh crap," Becky utters lowly and only for Chanel's ears. "Never liked crowds, or public speaking." Her hands remain crammed under her arms, twitchy fingers locked firmly in place.
Gretchen remains passive through most of what is going on. Though her eyes shift to Sveta for a moment as she speaks. That small tilt of her head again before she gives a small, sharp exhale through her nose, then returns to passive.
There is a knowing glance for Avery and Violet, Lydon inclining his head for both girls at the mention of the Dollmaker's Introduction, and then the German Tremere arches a brow towards Theo, thoughtfully. "Which party?" He wonders, quietly for the Tremere nearby. <English>
Sveta's comment draws the softest of giggles from Elizabeth, who immediately reaches out and clasps her hand over Lunette's. The Toreador quiets quickly enough and then turns her gaze toward Theo at his introduction.
Back in the back, Chanel and Becky whisper briefly. After Colton and Theo offer their introductions -- and Chanel does listen to both -- it's Chanel's turn to speak up. Which is odd, considering that the Banu Haqim is already a known quantity to the Praxis. (For better or for worse.)
"This here's Becky," Chanel says. No last name offered. "Reps the Hollywood Anarchs. Claims Runyon Canyon Park as her hunting grounds." Chanel takes a hand off of her hip to whap Becky on the back gently, as if to tell the shorter woman to step forward. "Gangrel. So she does public speaking about as well as the rest of us do eating ice cream." Which is, one might assume, why Chanel is speaking /for/ her.
Savage rises from her seat, listening to Theo and flashing the man a warmer variant of the smile that has been unwavering on her lips. When he is finished, she speaks up, voice pleasantly groomed into a velvety tone. "I am Rusty Savage, Ventrue of the Anarchs. Recently arrived from Chicago, Illinois. Import, expert, and acquisitions specialist. At your service." she says bowing with all the flourish of a Ringmaster before straightening.
Cole's eyes turn to Sveta and he watches her for a moment, there's the slightest tightening at the corners and his lips quirk ever-so-slightly, but that's bait that is left well enough alone. Instead he listens to Theo's introduction, then to Chanel and Becky. And then Savage as well!
(editor's note: I have no idea how to fix these poses)
Summer's gaze fixes on Theo when he rises to his feet. She examines the well-dressed man with gentle curiosity, her head canting. She will smile at him, preparing to say something, but her attention is then caught by Colton when he stands and likewise announces himself. She'll first glance toward Theo, her smile remaining, as she says something to him with flawless French. "Merci," she says, dipping her head, and then she'll shift to look at the Baron's representative.
"Good evening, Mister Radovic. I am surprised and delighted to see that the 'Baron' is taking an interest in downtown politics." Did the Prince's tone waver just a *touch* at the mention of the Barony? Regardless, she will continue on with a warm smile and cat-like curiosity. "May I ask what brings you to Court this evening? And should we expect to see you in attendance on a regular basis?"
Summer's gaze fixes on Theo when he rises to his feet. She examines the well-dressed man with gentle curiosity, her head canting. She will smile at him, preparing to say something, but her attention is then caught by Colton when he stands and likewise announces himself. She'll first glance toward Theo, her smile remaining, as she says something to him with flawless French. "Merci," she says, dipping her head, and then she'll shift to look at the Baron's representative.
"Good evening, Mister Radovic. I am surprised and delighted to see that the 'Baron' is taking an interest in downtown politics." Did the Prince's tone waver just a *touch* at the mention of the Barony? Regardless, she will continue on with a warm smile and cat-like curiosity. "May I ask what brings you to Court this evening? And should we expect to see you in attendance on a regular basis?"
Good evening, Monsieur and welcome to Los Angeles. I'm afraid I will have to indulge in other business, but I would like to hear more about your recent arrival and what Clan you herald from.
Summer says, "---- -------, -------- --- ------- -- --- -------. --- ------ - ---- ---- -- ------- -- ----- --------, --- - ----- ---- -- ---- ---- ----- ---- ------ ------- --- ---- ---- --- ------ ----." <Unknown Language>
From her position within the Brujah chair upon the dais, Quinn lets her gaze drift from one stranger to the next as they make their names and affiliations known. Eyes narrow a fraction upon Colton when he mentions his affiliations, though perhaps more out of a curiousity than anything else. Leaving the Prince to dwell upon him a bit further, she continues to note each of the others one by one.
Becky glances over at Chanel, expression one of relief, as she steps forward. Her golden-yellow eyes sweep over the crowd, before she manages a rather tight and decidedly uncomfortable grin. "Hey." Hey look, she did it!
Lunette's brows give a little twitch when Summer speaks French, and it causes her lips to curl softly. Her gaze cuts back to glance at the one she speaks with, and then she's looking forwards once more.
"Indeed," Avery murmurs softly in response to Lydon's question, looking towards Chanel and Becky, and then Savage, her gaze lingering on each briefly in turn.
Violet matches Lydon's gaze, then looks between Avery and Lydon, just listening and not having anything to really add but a nod of her head.
Kennedy's eyes settle on Theo when he introduces himself as being from New York City. The Toreador Primogen leans into the back of her chair with straighter shoulders, regarding the man with what appears to be mild curiosity on the surface. The mention of Santa Monica pulls her attention away from him and there is a flicker of a smile on her face as Summer's wavering voice puts the tiniest twist upon the word Baron. She watches Colton and the others gathered in the crowd.
The introduction, Ghost pays attention to anyway. He looks from one to the other to the other. Colton, Savage, Becky, and there's now a snort of derision from the man up there. He mutters something quietly, but his face is marred with sarcasm. As if the word he muttered was directed at them.
Ignoring the eye rolls and other looks, Theo focuses on Summer, who is obviously the most important person in this room. It appears she is the only person he concerns himself with. A smile curls his lips, but the smile is thin lipped, not showing any teeth. Hearing what she has said, he bows his head to Summer and responds in kind. With that, he casually makes his way for the exit, his introduction complete and business with the Court concluded.
The mention of New York City by Theo did not go unnoticed by Chanel. Chanel's voice and accent are confirmation on their own that the tall woman comes from pre-gentrification Brooklyn.
It was absolutely bait, but as soon as she let the lure float, Sveta abandoned the rod, content to regard Becky and Savage as they take their turns addressing, or forcibly being introduced to, the court. It comes full circle as Theo makes his exit. She lights up a new clove and watches him go with pursed lips.
Cole's dark eyes turn to Summer then. She's a hard one to miss, even if everyone else's attention hadn't been focused on her for the whole of Court. "Thank you, Your Highness,--" He follows suit after Crawley. Hopefully that's not offbase. "--and yes, the baron is indeed interested." Words are being chosen /very/ carefully for obvious reasons. "I suppose part of my attendance is selfish in nature, with altrustic flair. But mostly I'm here simply as a representative: to have it be known publicly that there is a growing stability in Santa Monica and the Westside. And, if the Prince would have no objections to my attendance in the future, I would be honored and delighted to be here."
Good evening, Madamoiselle. Enchanted. It is a delightful pleasure to meet you, Prince of the City of Angles. Your elegance and grace are unmatched. I know you are a busy woman, thus I will not hold you up from finishing court, but I would very much love to speak with you at greater length in the near future, as you say. I will leave my number and you may reach me at any time. Have a beautiful night, and be blessed in your journeys." <Unknown Language>
Max's attention returns quite rapidly. The meaty man on the stage directs it at Colton after he announces his intentions. The Ventrue Primogen looks to the Prince after, and then back to the representative from Santa Monica. His eyes narrow slightly at the end before his face returns to its previous state of absent staring.
Shelly doesn't seem too surprised by Colton's introduction... or honestly the French New Yorker's either. But it's the Santa Monican's that she gives a little nod before going back to watching both crowd and dais.
Elizabeth's hazel-eyed gaze flicks to each face in turn as introductions are made. Becky's introduction, made by Chanel, draws an arching of the brow before the Toreador leans in toward Ian and Lunette both, whispering to each.
Ian's attention moves to Elizabeth and he simply shrugs once, a small shake of his head showing his own confusion at whatever was said. He looks back to the speakers once more, shifting subtly in his seat to get comfortable after being still for so long.
Summer's gaze veers away from Colt when Theo rises and offers his farewells. She will reply to his sentiments with a smile and a delicate dip of her head, watching his departure for another moment until shifting to once more regard Santa Monica's representative.
"All Kindred are welcome in Court," Summer says, her tone gracious despite that previous (and delicate) upswing in tone. "Supposing they are willing to introduce themselves. And stability is always a good thing -- whether for downtown or the Westside -- especially with the Sabbat waiting keenly for a demonstration of weakness." For a moment she looks like she might say more -- perhaps poke him for more information or make some further insinuation about his place here tonight, but ultimately, she allows her serene smile to linger as she adds, "Thank you for taking the time to introduce yourself."
She will look away at that point, regarding both Savage and Becky. "Welcome Becky," she says first, given Chanel's rather vociferous introduction. "And a Gangrel at that. I am pleased to make your acquaintance." And then, her gaze shifting over to Savage, "And you as well, Miss Savage. Thank you both for rising and introducing yourself to the Court. It is a courtesy always appreciated and remembered. I hope to see you both at our next gathering." She'll smile at them with such sincerity that the dimples in her cheeks briefly *pop* -- and then she'll look over at Crawley, indicating she is ready to continue.
"Baron Christian Cruce. Seems a competent enough Kindred, thus far." Lydon remarks dryly, keeping his tone low for the Tremere nearby, a soft murmur. Though while Cole continues his Introduction, and he considers each face as the Prince points them all out to the Praxis.
It is popping off in Court tonight with people standing up and giving names. Crawley just bounces his gaze among the lot of them. He looks ready to speak but then the Prince asks Colton a question. The Nosferatu grows silent. He watches Colton attentively for the duration of the Anarch's words. His face, like with all the others, is placid, dispassionate, and unflinching.
When all that exchange is done, Chanel draws a bit of attention as he gazes to the Banu Haqim, asking, "Are we all to assume then that Becky will not be taking the doomed Mister Blue's seat as Emissary from Hollywood, Chanel?" That could be considered jest but the Seneschal seems dead serious. Nosferatu humor.
He actually seems to be waiting on an answer. Chanel did say Becky was repping Hollywood and these Camarilla Courts can be so very demanding on one's wording.
Chanel turns her head to look right at Becky. "Well? You feelin' Emissary-like?"
The Assamite is Not Helping the plight of the Gangrel.
"May her tenure last longer than Mister Blue's." Elizabeth murmurs softly to Lunette, Ian, and the nearby Rose's.
Cole smiles in response to Summer's thanks and bows his head. "Thank you for receiving me, Your Highness." Again, his gaze lingers on Summer for but the beat of a heart. Whatever that is, these days. Then he returns to his wall to lean and watch the proceedings.
Fascinating. There's a nod to Summer when Savvy is acknowledged, and then she resumes her queenly reign of that chair, settling and sitting with corset aided posture, one leg crossing over the other, hand resting on her cane. Sundance has left.
Becky's head pulls back, while the rest of her stays stock still. She looks up at Chanel, then down again at Crawley, mouth hanging open ever so slightly. "Uhh. No," she manages, before clearing her throat and giving it another go. "No. Just came to see what Court was like."
Chanel looks from Becky back to Crawley, grins, and shrugs her shoulders. "Sorry, Seneschal. But if y'all are waiting on a new Emissary -- I'm sure Becky will be happy to bring that message back to her Baron." Chanel gives Becky a clap on the back, not quite gentle, but not hard enough to jostle. "Because y'all have been so kind in opening the Praxis's doors to those who walk through 'em with respect."
Oliver is standing, watching the cavalcade of introductions and the way that some make their departure afterwards. As people depart, he looks after before turning back towards the Prince and then the proceedings once more. Hands relax now as Court advances through the different sections.
Crawley smiles thinly at Chanel's reply. He nods to Becky, "Of course."
His blue gaze moves back to the crowd where he says, "Let me mirror Her Majesty's welcome to all of the newest faces. You are strangers to all of us no longer."
"There is no formal business for this Court to address," the Seneschal speaks aloud, "Therefore, I call this session of Court to be at an end. All of you, go your way in peace and stay safe in these, the most dangerous of times."
As Court wraps up, the Nosferatu lifts his hand and the lights come back on. He turns and makes his way back to the low seat that sits to the right hand of the throne.
Crawley smiles thinly at Chanel's reply. He nods to Becky, "Of course."
His blue gaze moves back to the crowd where he says, "Let me mirror Her Majesty's welcome to all of the newest faces. You are strangers to all of us no longer."
"There is no formal business for this Court to address," the Seneschal speaks aloud, "Therefore, I call this session of Court to be at an end. All of you, go your way in peace and stay safe in these, the most dangerous of times."
As Court wraps up, the Nosferatu lifts his hand and the lights come back on. He turns and makes his way back to the low seat that sits to the right hand of the throne.
