2021-01-20 Camarilla Court VIII

Camarilla Court VIII

Participants: The Camarilla Court of Los Angeles Elizabeth Sveta

Storyteller: Summer Crawley Sundance

Location: Walt Disney Concert Hall ‒ Downtown Los Angeles

Date and Time: Jan 20, 2021 0000

Summary: Court.

When the various Kindred begin gathering for court Kennedy is out amongst them, mingling with her fellow Roses. Especially those she doesn't get to see as often. She wears her customary court dress; a very fine, hand-tailored suit of dark grey wool with Dior sneakers and a jewel-toned vest. Tonight the vest is red rather than green, amethyst or blue. It's a rare sight because normally she only wears red in very minute amounts so as not to risk washing out her porcelain skin. The red is tempered by the vest's brocade pattern which adds a tasteful touch of gold.

If she finds her in the crowd on her way to the stage Kennedy will give Liz a kiss to her temple which allows the sharp line of her mouth to graze near her ear in a whisper. After a squeeze to the other woman's arm she resumes her walk down the aisles toward the sunken stage and the chair with the rose emblem that awaits her.

As has become his standard behaviour whenever he shows up to Elysium, Alejandro takes a prepared candle, utters a few magic words over it, waves his hands impressively and lights the candle. His arms and waist glow where his own magics can be found beneath his impecably pressed charcoal suit, and he scans his eyes over everyone else as they pass through the doors. He profers friendly waves, nods, and bows to people as their respective ranks afford them. He excuses himself from idle chit chat and makes his way towards the Primogen chairs.

Crawley has been in the auditorium actually before almost anyone. The little Nosferatu sits in his chair next to the Prince's throne, stock still and watching as various Kindred enter and take their seats, his face impassive and sullen. The stage is set up in it's usual manner. The Prince's throne in the middle of an array of seats for the great Clans of Los Angeles. These are the seats the Primogen will assume, should they be in attendance for the Court this evening. Much like a theater performance, the lights in the auditorium are dim but not dark, so that everyone can find their way to a seat. The primary lights are focused on the circular stage itself and the lofty Licks who will sit there.

Tabi, wearing a blue dress with a black band around her middle, the outfit compleedy by black stockings and flat-heeled boots, enters the Hall. She is flanked by another female Kindred, who some might recognize as Winter Harington -- who Tabi regularly calls, and is called by in return, 'sister'. With the two is a third Kindred, one known as Nisha Yoon. The three seem amicable and friendly with each other, with Tabi leading the way to a place where the three can sit together... which, if she can manage it, is as near to where other members of clan Toreador are seating themselves.

Okay. So Nicodemus doesn't wear his fedora into the court. He left it at the coat check out front. But he took a ticket. He wants that hat back for sure! But as it is, he is a figure in a charcoal gray suit, a black shirt, and the one splash of something that isn't black or close to it, is his metallic silver neck-tie.

He is quiet as he enters, as protocols are important. He has his eyes sweeping about, searching for known Ventrue so that he can do things the right way.... well, the right way for Ventrue.

Mostly, the Tremere arrive in their expected fashion; Together. Except perhaps for a few variations as might otherwise be expected. Thus, Lydon Vogel arrives with Avery Thornton and Violet Grenier likely close behind. Tonight, as he tends to do, the German Tremere arrives in his sharp, black suit draped in his illusory, enhanced appearance. His otherwise attractive features seem to be far more attractive than normal, giving him a desirable edge as he saunters into the place. Both hands stuffed neatly into his pockets with a cold, dour expression as he leads the Tremere to their expected seating area, sinking into place quietly.

In the back of the auditorium resides LA's least popular goliath, Clarence. Amidst all the hub bub of all the pretty people rolling into the auditorium on this night for court he certainly stands out in size and stature. For everyone's viewing pleasure he has removed the hood that typically covers his face and now allows everyone to see his knobby, green reptile like features of his face which include a razor sharp toothed smile and glowing yellowish green eyes that slowly scan the area intently to watch who all enters and leaves the auditorium.

There will be at least one unfamiliar face in the crowd, tonight. A very burly, blunt-featured man with the disposition and facial structure of a bulldog. He's wearing an expensively tailored suit and sports the kind of oiled beard and fuzzy sideburns that haven't been in style since the century before last. There is some kind of pin on his lapel, as might be recognized by any European nobility in the auditorium for what it represents, but is more likely to just be overlooked entirely. He has chosen a discreet seat in the back, where he watches the proceedings with sober interest.

With Zane indisposed for the evening, Quinn makes her way clad in a simple black dress that falls to her knees, black bolo jacket, and black boots. Dropping the fledgelings off in their usual seats and instructing them to save two for the others to join them, she excuses herself and makes her way up towards the dais to take the Brujah chair. There is no real ceremony about her arrival, her head offering a brief nod of acknowledgement to the other members of the Court as she joins them.

Whose that? Zebastian! Dressed in a cocoon of relaxed black tailoring that fashionably-apt eyes would recognise as few-seasons out Yohji Yamamoto -- makes him look like, well, a depressed rich kid midway through a very luxurious bender. Go figure. Accompanied by his emotional support Ghoul Mae - stylish as ever, with a bright and complicated haircut - the two laugh and chatter with one another, moving through the auditorium to establish an illustrious Westside Desert Island over the cheap seats. Giggling? Kept to a minimum - though Zeb swats at Mae, who puffs cherry scented vape in his direction before the juul is hidden away. Such impertinence.

Svetlana Serova arrives to court not in her typical gutter-punk collection of rags, patches, and studs layered over thrift-store finds like an archaeological dig, but in a sharply tailored two piece suit. Her hair's been trimmed down to match, boyishly tapered and shimmering with near-excessive product. The garment is black on black, from the shirt, unbuttoned down a casual two, jacket, to pants - her nails are matted out and her sunglasses are impassively dark. A collection of flea-market bargain bin rings covers her fingers, and there's a glint of her usual ball-chain necklace beneath her parted collar.

The Whip of Clan Malkav stops a few paces past the security check, does a brief scan of the assembled undead, arching her eyebrows at a few familiar faces, then turns for the stage, in what's become a habitual post.

She does make a stop upon arrival, however, standing before Kennedy's newly-settled position and leaning forward just a hair.

"Hello, Primogen Wilde," she says flatly.

Elizabeth entered with Kennedy, Lunette, and Meri before hand with the quartet seeming to have traveled together from the other side of Koreatown to the West. Like the Toreador Primogen, Elizabeth also stands and mingles among the Roses, one boney hand lightly resting on Lunette's forearm though that hold is released when Kennedy steps in to kiss her temple and whisper into her ear.

The scrawny waif lets out a soft laugh and murmurs something quickly in reply before she steps back and watches Kennedy approach the stage. Turning back toward Lunette and Meri, Elizabeth smiles and gestures toward the aisle where the Clan of the Rose typically gathers.

Hall comes in, smartly but simply dressed. He looks around for somewhere to sit quietly. Probably near or with his Clan. His expression is a bit pensive.

Straight out of Santa Monica come two more - Vy and Kaden, no doubt representing Los Perdidos. Both are smartly dressed, Vy in a tailored, charcoal black, knee-length dress and heels, and Kaden in a complimentary pair of black trousers and blazer. Vy's arm is looped around Kaden's as they enter the hall. Quietly, the two begin to ascend the stairs, finding an appropriate spot to sit and observe.

Shelly arrives in her usual fashion which isn't really much fashion at all. At least her beat up blazer no longer has any loose threads thanks to a certain Toreador's little scissors. The Malkavian deputy gives a wink to Quinn on the stage even as she settles into a seat near Coop and Beth. Somebody's gotta keep an eye on the fledglings after all!

You sense Zebastian gives a wry smile, slight roll of his shoulder - 'so it goes' - but there's a hint o' curiosity, a mute: 'what?'.

Violet arrives with Lydon and Avery, indeed. She's dressed in a simple white blouse and black pencil skirt, with her feet in a pair of black heels. Her hair is done up in a french bun and a pair of black rimmed reading glasses rest on the bridge of her nose. Before taking a seat, she pauses to allow the others to take their seat before she takes her own.

Summer arrives in her typical manner, the long-legged redhead making a quick and dignified stride across the auditorium with a bounciness that makes the movement more a sashay than a march. She shines a smile toward the gathered Kindred, her dimples amicably *popping* and lilied hand lifted to afford all and sundry a wave that seems lifted from a Miss America pageant. Tonight, she is dressed in a bright red dress with romantically bowed ribbons atop her shoulders, its lacy finery revealed to be intricately embroidered roses ( https://imgur.com/a/s4mtwat ). The ankle-length hem swishes against the top of her strappy high-heels, especially as she descends the steps that lead into the sunken dais. Rather than immediately lower into her seat, the Prince stands before her throne (which is actually just an ornate but otherwise humble chair) and looks out at the many faces.

Although she is smiling, there is something in her expression that is just a touch -- thoughtful? Wistful? It's as if her smile is more subdued, her fiery brows more drawn, but then again, unless an individual were truly focused on her during this busy hub-bub, it would be easy to miss. Rather than immediately sit, she turns her back to the crowd to murmur something to the assembling Primogen.

Avery arrives with the usual contingent of Tremere, dressed in a simple yet stylish black dress and heels (https://tinyurl.com/46ww7ytn). She's a few steps behind Lydon upon entering, taking time to slowly look around to take in those who have already arrived. Then she starts towards the usual spot her clan tends to occupy, eventually settling into a seat.

Harper slips in behind Shelly, eyes roaming over the quickly growing crowd. She looks over towards where the Roses are sitting, inclining her head politely to Liz and the rest before following her Coterie mate over near their fledglings to sit as well. She smooths her skirt and settles in, crossing her legs before looking towards the stage.

Artemis arrives with little fanfare, quietly entering through the main entrance, taking note of those already in attendance before making their way to the seating area usually associated with the Warlocks. They take their seat, attention drifting about the room as a phone is idly twirled in circles in a loose grasp. They click their tongue, nodding to themself as they settle in for the court yet to be.

Making his way into court, Kaden finds a seat and settles in with Vy. There is a quiet study of the other kindred gathered, the layout of the space as well as the overall feel of the event. Giving a slight nod of his head he looks back to Vy to speak softly with her, motioning to the raised dais.

Khadija finds her way in without too much trouble. She's decked out to the nines in a dolce and gabbana dress. The ribs of a corset are visible, but the rest is transparent and offers a calf- length skirt of red tule. Matching red heels complete the look . Her blonde wavy hair is tucked neatly in back of her head in a conservative french twist. She too makes her way to the Ventrue corner if she can.

Lunette is her usual quiet self as she enters with the other women, her forearm lifted just enough to keep that contact with Liz as she moves about, and her green gaze drifting about the room. As others chatter around her she takes in the sights, noting those who are already in the room as well as those who enter. Her attention drifts back towards Liz once more when she feels that touch vanish, and as she looks to the woman she nods, moving forth and onward towards where she usually sits, dress drifting along behind her.

As Svetlana stops in front of her Kennedy looks up with a slight cant of her head. There's a sharpness to her brow as those hazel eyes travel down the Malkavian Whip's form, from boyish hair to toes, then return to meet Sveta's looming gaze. "Whip Serova," Kennedy says, her knees spreading a bit as her feet press flat to the floor and she leans forward in turn. "I almost didn't recognize you. Is there something I can help you with?"

Having just sat herself down when Summer arrives, Tabi stands back up and smiles as she returns the Prince's wave, even if the wave isn't actually directed at Tabi in particular. Lowering her hand after waving, she remainson her feet... as waiting before sitting herself back down.

Elizabeth's gaze flicks toward the stage and watches the interaction between Sveta and Kennedy for a moment, then she turns her attention back toward the task of finding a good seat among Rose Row, one with space nearby for Lunette and Meri. She looks up as Harper approaches and returns the nod with one of her own that is accompanied by a pretty little smile, then she is looking back toward the stage as Summer makes her entrance.

Crawley, in the absence of the Herald, rises weightily from his seat and shuffles toward the center of the stage. He raises a hand and the lights dim on and off for a moment -- a sign that everyone should take a seat. Court is about begin. After a reasonable pause, the Nosferatu Seneschal says, "Welcome, all. I hereby call this session of Court to order. We shall begin, with Announcements." A glance is cast toward Summer and the Sewer Rat gives her a nod, "Your Highness." Then, like the good little rat that he is, the creature slinks back to his seat to give the stage to the red-clad bombshell; a creature far more suited to the limelight and infinitely easier on the eyes. He settles down, small hands crossed.

Nisha comes in with Tabi and Winter, apparently sitting in the Toreador section this evening. Wearing a cute black dress (https://tinyurl.com/2xrf33uh), she does her best to look pretty and appear innocuous. Standing and sitting when appropriate. Chatting softly with the woman.

Sterling arrives more or less on time, entering quietly and offering polite waves and nods of his head to several individuals he knows before making his way down towards his usual seat among the other ventrue. He's dressed pretty much as usual in an exqusitely-tailored, charcoal grey business suit which manages to appear both stylish and conservative. He finds his spot easily enough and takes a seat without much ceremony, throwing one arm over the back of the adjacent chair as he reclines somewhat casually and folds his right leg ver his left, waiting for things to begin in earnest.

For his first appearance to Court, Yiska as is always sporting his fine leather threads. Where as other clans have more of and entourage, the Gangreal himself comes with one other of his clan and a plus one that night. On his arm ?he has accepted to escort the lovely Lilena to court and he moves to take the a seat in the spot laid out for the gangreal, a far less gathering of kindred, but the new presence has a way of filling that out and aiming to make himself noticed in that way. There is a nod to Nisha and the group she has arrived with and a more knowing look as well as they are to make their introductions that night.

Most of the time Theodore would be just late enough to be fashionable, but not tonight. The Setite has a feeling that this court will be an interesting one. Call it a hunch. Tonight he is clothed in one of his expensive suits as almost always is the case; Desmond Merrion. The suit is dark green and designed with a pattern of squares, making it appear like reptilian scales from a distance. His shoes are snakeskin, and gold round rimmed sunglasses rest perched on his nose, the lenses tinted green. His pocket kerchief and tie match, both a bright nearly neon yellow, as if the colors of warning in the wilderness; bringing to mind poison dart frogs.

When Theo arrives, he is flanked by his driver of course, the man even darker than his master; dressed in a suit of charcoal grey. Head tips so Theodore can get a good view of those present, and tonight instead of making his way over to sit alone as usual, the Setite changes course, making his way toward the Tremere section where he casts a thin lip smile toward Lydon before seating himself on the outer edge of the group. James, settles in nearby.

Sveta gives Kennedy a large, fanged, sharkish grin in response, but doesn't spare further pleasantries, despite the posed question. She lets out a few low huffs of amusement as she turns, before Summer catches her attention. She inclines her head at the Prince's words and pivots the rest of the way to flop in the seat representing Malkav's Blood. There's a lingering, semi-sour scrutiny to the way she's regarding the leader of the Praxis, as though she's caught wind of something foul, but doesn't inquire further - not with the proceedings underway. She folds her legs and leans back, one armrest doing significantly more work than the other with her askew posture.

With her seat found, Lunette lowers down to take it, sitting back and shifting her hips so that she may cross her right leg over left. Her hands move to rest atop her thigh and she watches the stage, gaze drifting over those in the provided chairs.

Violet sits slowly into her seat, knees together and hands resting in her lap. When Crawley calls the session of Court to order, Violet stares foward and listens intently.

Zebastian settles down next to Mae in their little desert island -- attention? Flickering around the crowed - the edges, perhaps where burley unknowns have made their perch - passing over the centre, where denizens of all clans gather - then stopping at the dais; a look first to Sveta, before his attention is snapped up by the vision in red which is Summer. Attention snagged, he tips his head to the side -- sinking back in the auditorium seat, hands moving to smooth over the cuffs of his sleeves in a thrice-repeated movement. No more laughing with Mae - just contemplation... ...or zoinking out. Whose to say.

Settling into place with the rest of the Tremere, Lydon nods coolly towards Nisha as she arrives, and then turns to arch a brow for Theo as he sits down with the group. It seems to cause him to smirk dryly, inspecting the Setite for a moment and then casting his gaze towards the stage.

Artemis nods quietly to Violet as she takes her seat beside them, a small quirk of the lips the only expression to otherwise cross their features in greeting.

Lilena comes in with Yiska for his first appearance and will give his arm a gentle squeeze and then moves to join the other Ventrue for court. She will wave to the other Ventrue as she takes a seat. She will give nisha a nod from the Ventrue seating looking to the Toredore's.

Summer offers her quiet aside to the Primogen Council, looking at each of them one by one. For those who can see her face, she appears peaceable enough -- a gentle smile even lifted at the corners -- before she rises up once more and offers them a nod. Then, she moves over to her chair and takes a seat, her expression still caught in that semi-serene look before tossing a meaningful glance at Crawley. Court may begin.

Avery's gaze continues to drift after she's seated, legs crossing casually and hands moving to rest loosely clasped in her lap. After a brief glance towards the other Tremere, a brow arches at seeing Theo situating himself nearby, then her attention moves to the stage.

Ian Stanford has drifted back to not showing up all that often, lapsing into solitary confinement over in Hancock Park, but he's apparently here tonight. Dressed in an understated gray suit with a blue tie marked with silver rose outlines, he moves through the seating area to find a seat off alone somewhere. He eases down into it and leans back in his seat, hands folding crisply across his lap a she does. He doesn't look to anyone in specific, he just settles in and looks up to the stage, watching Summer in his usual stolid silence.

Hall's still listening, and he's looked at a few familiar faces around the room, but doesn't seem to have quite brought himself to speak to anyone. His green eyes go back to the stage to wait for announcements.

The Sheriff's eyes narrow just a little when he sees Theo, but he remains silent, the mainstay of his attention afforded to the Prince as he sits in the Primogen seat afforded to Clan Tremere. Though there is clearly much on Alejandro's mind, he remains silent for the time being.

Tabi sits herself back down, finally. "The Prince looks lovely!", she says in a whispered tone to Nisha. "I wonder if there's a place in town where I can get a dress even close to that one!"

Elizabeth's hazel-colored eyes linger on Summer for a long moment before she leans in to murmur something to Lunette beside her. Her gaze does wander afterward toward Tabi, Winter, and Nisha as they join the area where the Toreador gather. Tabi receives a warm smile before Elizabeth turns her attention back toward the stage.

The grey robed creature in the back remains leaned against the wall with feral eyes now focusing on the stage as court begins. The long fingered bandaged hands remain at his sides, dripping a liquid from time to time upon the floor. Good thing they keep good help around to clean up after him. For now, Clarence remains quiet, and attentive to hear what is put out.

That wonderfully feral grin she receives from Sveta softens the sharpness of her brow somewhat. She remains leaning forward, staring intently until Summer turns to address them and then her attention is forced from the bespoke gutterpunk to the Prince. Whatever is said Kennedy inclines her head in acceptance and then watches Sveta take her seat a moment before looking out amongst the crowd, eyes lingering on familiar faces. She leans back in her seat and her legs remain slightly spread for the moment. As Summer sits she turns her gaze to the Seneschal and Prince.

Meri isn't suited to remaining unseen, what with her sticky build, height, and flame-red hair. Still, the woman is doing her very best to stay out of the way. The woman is wearing a well tailored pants-suit, with a pale pink blouse. As Lunette trails off, Meri does the same and settles into a seat next to the other Ghoul.

Holding her silence for now, Quinn nods to Crawley and turns her attentions towards Summer -- gaze fanning around the room briefly in the process before landing firmly upon the Toreador Prince.

Settling into her seat next to Kaden and crossing her legs at the knee, Vy inclines her head to him when he whispers. Nodding, she seems to be in agreemnet with whatever it is that he's said. Then, as Summer moves to her chair, Vy folds her hands over her knee, watching in polite silence.

"Good evening, Kindred of Los Angeles," Summer says, her voice ringing out with the auditorium's peerless acoustics, "Tonight, we only have a few announcements to make, and with the Herald away on other business, I thought I would take the opportunity to address you all personally..."

The Prince's voice trails for a moment, her smile rising higher before leveling, "Before I go on to remind you about a few dreary matters currently plaguing our city, I would like to first thank you all for allowing me to serve as your Prince. Many of you know how I came to claim this seat, but for those unaware, it came after the Sabbat murdered our former Prince, Altamirana, in a horrific car bomb. Shortly thereafter, it was decided that our then-Sheriff should hold the city's reigns, at which point I was elevated to Seneschal. A mere month later, after a series of...hm...questionable decisions, the position of Prince was once again vacated. That was when the Primogen Council, in all of their wisdom..." she pauses to peer at the current Primogen with a gentle smile and cat-like wink "...Accepted my claim to the throne."

Summer turns back around to address the auditorium directly, her good-humor ceding to a somberer smile, "Since then, downtown has enjoyed untold security. We are safer now than we have been in decades, and not only because of my oversight, but because of the Council that sits before you..." she gestures left and then right, referring to the various Clan representatives, "As well as the willingness of Los Angeles' own Kindred to invest time, resources, and, in more desperate nights, their lives, in support of this city. For that, I thank you all."

The Prince takes a moment to look around the theatre, seeming to savor the sight of all those ashen faces staring back, and it inspires the return of a very real smile. "I hope that you all know how grateful I am to have earned your trust, and how I have always sought to bring the city of Los Angeles -- my home in life and now undeath -- to greater heights. I assure you that every action I make now and going forward is done with the desire to bring safety, stability, and sustenance to us all..." Summer's mouth remains open as if she is preparing to say something else, but she merely presses her lips together and shakes her head. After a moment, she concludes with a delicate smile and: "Thank you for having entrusted me with this responsibility."

Kadenaden nods in agreement with Vy as their quiet conversation comes to an end. Looking around those gathering for court he offers polite nods of his head and waves to those he recognizes. Turning his full attention to the stage when Summer stands before them, he listens to what the Prince has to say.

As the Seneschal and Prince get this court-show on a roll, Shelly straightens up a little, though all the announcements so far seem fairly normal, her head just nodding along, though she does lean over to whisper ever so slightly to Harper beside her.

Alejandro tilts his head slightly and focuses his attention on the prince to nearly the exclusion of everything else in the room. There is a split second where the Sheriff's cultivated mask of indifference displays confusion and perhaps even concern before returning to its usual impassivity.

For the most part, Theodore is merely paying attention to be start of court. However the dry smile from Lydon does earn a slight nod of his head toward the Tremere. His gaze snaps forward when Summer begins to speak, listening intently to the words of the Prince. Brows arch at the quick story of how she found herself on the throne of downtown LA. Finally when she finishes, the Setite begins to applaud the Prince...which might end up as one of those awkward lone displays that breaks the otherwise silence of the room. He doesn't seem to care, however, because if he is applauding, then everybody should be.

Nisha looks over to Tabi, nodding along to her with a stage whisper given, "It's probably all haute couture, with a ghoul seamstress on retainer?", describing the Prince's clothes. Shutting up as words are spoken to listen to what is put out.

Sveta stares at Summer's rear two-thirds profile from her vantage point on stage. Her mouth is set in a pensive frown, eyebrows kitted, body perfectly still in her half-cocked seating position.

Pale blue eyes narrow slightly at the Prince's words, clearly assessing the woman from head to toe, as Quinn's brow furrow's slightly with a flicker of unease. Her posture straightens slightly within her seat, gaze darting in brief around the room, before turning to focus further upon the Prince in silence.

Lilena will shift in her seat a bit listening to the words of Summer and the happenings of court. Her eyes are locked on the prince for now.

Lunette murmurs something softly to Liz before she looks back to the others, watching Summer.

Zebastian's earlier frivolousness with Mae has come to an end; the Westsider remains ... presumably attentive to the goings on, as Summer begins to speak. Expression? Hazy-dazy, man -- or simply turning off and tuning in to what's being shared from the dais. No commentary from the peanut gallery.

As Summer begins to speak Kennedy listens with rapt attention. The longer the speech goes on the more she looks mildly concerned. As much as she pushes it back there's no hiding the shrewd narrowing of her gaze, the crunch of her brow nor the purse of her lips. Her eyes barely shift to look at the other Primogen, staying upon Summer as much as she can. Her arms slowly cross upon her chest as does her right leg shift over the next. She turns her gaze down to where her right hand is tucked under her left bicep a moment, but quickly returns her eyes to the Prince.

Khadijah sits up straight and gives the Prince her full attention. Being new, she listens to the story with great interest and watches the Prince's way of retelling the details. And she studies her look at the end which seems just a little curious to her. But she chalks it up to unfamiliarity, and takes this moment to then look around at everyone else's reactions.

Ian is stoic through the Prince's words, head dipping faintly for a moment as if in recognition of her words, or perhaps her contributions. He shifts faintly in his seat, settling more fully into it and reaches up to subtly adjust his tie before he goes still once more, eyes sharply focused on the Toreador in the stunningly brilliant red dress. His hands refold on his lap and Ian is, once agian, truly still.

It's not that he's nervous. Nicodemus merely waits. He will be called upon to introduce himself when the time is right. Until then... he has demonstrated in recent events that he is quite good at quietly observing, almost like it was his job. A job he is performing again here and now.

Tabi nods a bit, as if in response to Nisha's whisper, but mostly focused on Summer's words. She smiles brightly at the last words said by the Prince, but doesn't otherwise react to them.

Yiska listens as the PRince speaks, seeming far more calm then most Gangreal might be in that Arena of social and political dances.

Harper tilts her head slightly, listening to her seat mate though her eyes are up on the stage focusing on Summer. A soft frown crosses her face as she sits back up again, and her hands fold lightly in her lap as she remains quiet for now.

"Pardon that indulgence," Summer says, her posture straightening to return to something more formal -- despite the reassuring *wink* that follows. She seems to look toward someone in the crowd before drawing in a deep breath and then continuing, "I mentioned before that we don't have many announcements this evening, but they are important ones nonetheless. At our last Court, I reminded you about a series of outstanding Blood Hunts. Of all of those individuals listed, Bill Boucher remains the most concerning. We believe he has mastered the Dominate discipline, allowing him to possess mortals from afar while he does--" she flits her hand in the air "--whatever it is he does from the safety of Deadfall."

She smiles rather humorlessly before continuing, "Recently, Mister Lydon Vogel of Clan Tremere was able to identify and coordinate the killing of his mortal host..." Summer's eyes skip across the auditorium, seeking him out and then offering a grateful dip of her head, "And has identified another means of his treachery: it seems Bill Boucher has recently used this talent to possess a Giovanni ghoul and has thus learned the techniques necessary to cajole a wraith into obedience. He has used this wraith to spy on our kind, no doubt intending to gather intel and share it with his Sabbat brethren."

Summer's lips twitch into a frown, one perfectly manicured nail tap-tap-tapping on the armrest of her chair. "Mister Lydon has offered a means to alert interested parties to any wraithly presences, should they be willing to pay the agreed-upon prestation. I encourage you to seek him or his fellow Tremere out if you have any further questions about this service." She pauses, letting the Court absorb that information. You sense Nisha might of stuck her tongue out at you. It's very hard to tell if it was real or your imagination.

When Lydon's name is mentioned, the German Tremere pauses, sweeping his cool gaze around the Elysium before settling his gaze back onto the Prince with a polite incline of his head. Accepting and confirming her revelations.

Alejandro continues observing the Prince, his attention singlemindedly devoted to her, it would be impertinent in any other situation. When his clanmate is named and inclines his head, the Sheriff nods once at him, the sole break in the attention he pays to the Prince.

When Summer says 'wraith', Vy's forehead furrows and her nose wrinkles, the millenial anarch perhaps not having heard of such a hting before. She glances about, watching the other attendees, then looks toward Kaden, her brow arching, curious.

And it was indulgence. Sveta melts back in her seat some, apprehension giving way to a sullen pout that the sunglasses she has on do a reasonable job of obfuscating.

Tabi remains quiet, hands folded together in her lap. When the one member of clan Tremere is mentioned, she looks around the place... and catches Lydon's nod of acceptance -- and she clearly, and obviously, takes a moment to study his face so as to remember him.

The only expression that crosses Artemis' features at the announcement is a single raised eyebrow, face otherwise inscrutable, their thoughts concealed behind the facade.

Avery's head tilts slightly as she listens, brow knitted in thought at what the Prince says. There's a small nod to what is said next and as Lydon is mentioned, her gaze shifts to the German Tremere for a moment before returning back to the stage.

Crawley listens to all that the Prince has to say, his blue eyes fixated on her for the duration of her 'indulgence' and the announcements that follow. His face is an ugly piece of carved green stone, placid and unmoved by what goes on.

Zebastian's expression remains hazily-dazily focused; fingers still brushing at the cuff of his sleeve, head tipped to the side somewhere around the mention of wraiths and Sabbat. Frowning? Distracted? Contemplative, though not exactly relaxed. A brief glance around, though it's tough to see who or what - if anything - Zeb is looking at, or for.

Shelly shivers a little at the mention of ghostly wraiths. An emotional chill from the spooky things, not a physiological one.

Yiska raises a brow only and a glance is made to Lydon, perhaps a note to take up that conversation soon enough at another time. Wraiths being an interesting subject for the Gangreal and his interest in the occult.

"Lastly," Summer says, one hand absently smoothing atop her gown, "I would like to remind everyone that we are still facing a very real challenge with the street drug known as Vee. Given the source of its potency -- vitae -– it provides a very real threat to the masquerade. I encourage *everyone* to report any new information to Sheriff Lopez so that he may continue to coordinate an investigation. Also..."

The Prince lifts a polished finger, "...If anyone in this praxis is found using, selling, or providing Vee, they will be punished accordingly. I'm not above having a good time--" she amicably wiggles her shoulders "--But this goes far beyond that. This is, quite simply, a masquerade breach waiting to happen. I--" she pauses, then rephrases, "...Anyone who can provide a solid lead on where this drug is coming from and who is behind its manufacturing will assuredly be rewarded." Her eyes delicately flit around the room, seeming to linger here and there, before turning to Crawley. She nods her head, indicating he may announce the next portion of court.

Clarence listens intently to the words of the prince.While Clarence always seems perpetually perturbed with his massive maw that exposes razor sharp teeth. He seems particularly mad at this moment as he eyes Lydon. Those long fingers clutch, squeezing until the juice runs out of the bandage and along the floor. A deep sigh leaves his that open maw and the creature stands up tall, and straight. For now he remains quiet.

Elizabeth shifts in her chair, her own gaze dropping to her lap briefly before refocusing on Summer during her announcement. At the mention of Lydon's accomplishments, the Chancellor doesn't look his way but instead lifts her hands to offer a small applause that lasts only while Summer is mid-pause before her closing announcement that follows.

Hall blinks at something. He looks startled, then thoughtful.

With the mention of having foiled the plans of one blood hunted member of the city, Theodore casts a side glance at the named Tremere and gives a brief tip of his head. Then he whispers, "Growler of Nectar on me." Quickly his attention is returned to the Prince as she goes on with her announcements, crossing his arms.

Tabi purses her lips a bit at the mention of the vitae-empowered street drug, and slowly drums her the fingers of one hand on one of her knees.

Considering the whispered words from Theo, Lydon smirks and nods in acceptance for him, but otherwise remains quiet as his gaze remains mostly leveled on the stage. And it seems the silent types are always bobble heads, as he nods in agreement with what Summer has to say about the Vee situation.

Sterling listens attentively, as does the rest of the court, as Summer runs through her various announcements. At least one of these causes him to lift a hand, pinching at the bridge of his nose as he gives a slight shake of his head, though he does remain silent, glancing up again soon afterward with an impassive expression. His attention does occasionally flit to either side to quietly assess those around him, but for the most part his attention remains fixedly on the stage in the centre of the room.

Looking back to Vy there is a slight shrug as the pair speak softly of the news. Kaden studies the Prince before his gaze moves to the primogen council, studying each in turn. Thoughtful he looks back to Summer, focused once more.

Meri glances over at Elizabeth, then up at the Prince as she speaks of the dangers of Vee. Her throat works and her lips press together in a thin line, but she remains still aside from those small movements.

Vitae ... drug ... Well okay, that happened. To Nicodemus, it sounds as if this were some plot by the Sabbat to give the Camarilla more to cover up. To make them scramble and divert their attention so that the Sabbat could do... 'Other Sabbat Stuff(tm)'.

He shakes his head and makes a mental note to try to look into this. I mean he's no streetwise private investigator. But he can fund a few of those should the need arise.

Up in the cheap seats, Zebastian frowns briefly -- Summer's mention of the vee problem has soured his expression, left a bitter taste. But who's bothering to look his way, besides Mae? No interruption or inopportune fracas from the Westside Malkavian -- he just tips his head, brushes the hair from his eyes, and observes in dreamy silence.

Violet's gaze falls on Lydon for a moment when he is mentioned, giving a faint nod to him before listening about the drug Vee. She remains silent, expression defaulting back to its usual blankness.

As the Prince's moment of indulgence fades into something more familiar Kennedy seems to relax a bit. The latest adventures of Bill Boucher or the reminders about Vee certainly don't put her at ease but whatever sense she had at the start seems to have passed. Her arms become less tightly bound and her hips shift forward a bit, legs remaining crossed as her hands settle upon her lap. Her attention shifts to the audience before settling upon Crawley.

Crawley rises from his seat and wanders out just a bit from it. He nods to Summer as she nods to him, clearly ready to take the next portion of the Court.

"Next," the Nosferatu begins, "we shall do Appointments."

His eyes scan the audience for a few moments, as if he were searching for someone.

A nod is given toward the Ventrue, Schultz, who sits in the audience. "Given that his Primogen is not present, I shall do the honors. We have been informed," Crawley says, "that Mister Schultz has been named Whip of the Ventrue Clan."

He then turns to look at Kennedy and nods to the Toreador, "Primogen Wilde, you also have an announcement of your own?" He steps back and the stage is hers.

Sveta has lapsed into a sullen recline in her chair. The dark glasses have slipped down the bridge of her nose to betray the lone movement in her body: the pivot of slate-blue eyes from spotlit kindred to spotlit kindred.

Khadijah glances Sterling's way when the Prince makes note of concerning things and watches his reaction. She picks up on the gravity of the apparent Vee situation and nods her head in acknowledgement. She also glances at the other Ventrue nearby as they wait.

There's a look of academic curiosity on ARtemis' features as topic shifts towards Vee. Their involvement in the earlier stages of the investigation had left them with an Academic curiosity. Their fingers drum along the table as they continue to listen, nodding slowly. Seemingly nothing new there. So they sit back, a thoughtful expression on their features.

Tabi remains quiet, simply listening to all the announcements as they're being made, glancing to Schultz as his position as a Whip is announced.

Nisha cants her head and gives Tabi a friendly head boop, not saying anything and merely watching the celebratory crowd. "How do you eat an elephant my dear? --", pausing for breath. "-- One bite at a time.", giving a brief glimpse of shark teeth wrapped in a smile before the gangrel hid them.

Ian himself is just a statue, lapsing into a pale, perfected stillness that makes him almost look carved from marble save for the subtle shift of his perfectly smoothed blond hair when the air conditioning hits just right. There's not a breath or a twitch, it's really quite boring if one tries to watch him. Hand are still folded, and every crease and fold of his suit is perfect and in place, eyes settled on the dais.

Tabi lifts a hand to cover her mouth, as a big smile comes to her lips -- as if trying to NOT laugh at what's just been said to her. She makes a 'down! down!' sort of gesture in Nisha's direction after a moment, though she's still smiling brightly.

Elizabeth's gaze moves from Summer to Crawley, then toward Schultz in the crowd as his title is announced. She inclines her head politely before looking toward the other Ventrue, Ian most noticeably. The Toreador offers her coterie-mate a warm smile that quickly fades as her gaze swings over toward Nisha and Tabi who are sitting nearby among the Roses.

After a brief clap of her hands for Schultz, Kennedy nods in response to Crawley's question. She gets up from her seat with a fluid grace and clasps her hands at the small of her back for a moment. "I do, Seneschal," she says. "It is with.. great sadness that I announce our beloved Jenet Elldene's absence continues, and as I have no indication of when her sabbatical will end I must relieve her from the duties of Whip for Clan Toreador." She lifts a hand in gesture to Elizabeth. "Chancellor Tanner has graciously accepted the post, having officially taken over those duties as of last weekend." Kennedy inclines her head to Crawley, indicating she's finished as she takes her seat once more.

Yiska gives Shultz a congratulatory nod fomr across the court.

Shelly meets the news of Schultz's appointment with a not-too-surprised nod. But as for the newest Rose Whip, her eyebrows raise a little and she looks to Harper next to her. Harper looks to Kennedy as she stands and makes an announcement for the Roses. A slow smile spreads over her face and her hands lift as she looks to Liz, then back to the Primogen.

Lunette's gaze falls to her lap for a moment, but when Kennedy speaks she glances up, smiling faintly as her gaze cuts to Liz and back. She claps softly for the woman next to her, but keeps quiet as she does.

Letting her gaze reluctantly slip from the Prince to each of the newly named kindred with their appointments, Quinn studies first Schultz and then Elizabeth, before again setting her focus once more upon Summer. Her posture remains straight and attentive, as if ready to sprint into action at a moment's notice. She does maintain her silence, though, at least for now.

At the announcement of Elizabeth Tanner being named Toreador Whip, Meri dutifully brings her calloused hands together in polite applause.

If Sterling's nose wrinkles ever so slightly at the latest announcements, it is surely easily missed in such a very large room unless one is watching him exceptionally closely. A briefly distateful look that soon passes, before he schools his expression back to neutrality.

From Serova, Schultz gets an eyebrow raise. Elizabeth gets a wink. This is before a solidly placed finger inches her sunglasses back into place and she nestles up to get more horizontal on her little throne.

Crawley has not sat yet and nods slowly to Kennedy as she completes her announcement about Elizabeth. He then turns to face the rest of the auditorium again.

"Next," the Seneschal continues, "we shall move onto the Prince's favors." Looking to his right, he nods to Summer, "Your Highness." Then steps back. Applause at appointments? Not from Zebastian -- though the Westsider does look over to Elizabeth and her entourage, and for a moment it's like he's smiling... though at what? Is it wry? It's inconsequential, that's what. Business continued sans funny. The time for statuesque observation continues.

Clarence remains brooding in the back still with eyes narrowed while his hands fold behind his back. The creature is no longer content to simply lean on the wall. It now shifts it's weight anxiously on it's feet, and low audible growls can be heard coursing through it's mouth from those seated near the back. Something is on it's mind, but what it is who knows.

Tabi looks over towards Elizabeth, smiling as she lifts her hands to silently applaud the appointment of the clan Whip. When Crawley speaks of favors and gives the floor back to Summer, she puts her hands back into her lap and listens. She glances at Nisha, mouthing the word, "Later."

Lilena looks over to Crawley as he speaks and then her eyes move back to Summer to hear what comes next. She is sitting in her chair with her hands folded in her lap.

When the first appointment is announced, Avery's gaze shifts in Schultz's direction then quickly moves to focus on Kennedy, listening as the change in Toreador Whip is announced. There's a brief lift of her hands as a silent clap or two is offered for the new Whips, then they rest back in her lap as Crawley speaks and she settles her attention back on the Prince.

Khadijah claps politely at the announcements then gives her full attention back to the Prince.

Summer casts an approving look toward Kennedy, then Elizabeth, the latter earning friendly wink. "An excellent choice," she concurs, "I have no doubt that you will perform the job marvellously." The Prince dips her head toward the newest Toreador Whip and then turns to address the auditorium.

"For my first favor," the Prince says, "I award Whip Schultz of Clan Ventrue. He has continued to be a steadying force for his clanmates, and an individual known for crossing clan and faction lines for the betterment of the Tower. Thank you, Mister Schultz, for offering your vast resources and expertise to the city." The Prince looks to the Kindred in question, offering him a wide, dimpled smile.

"For my next two favors," Summer continues, "I award Mister Lydon Vogel of Clan Tremere. His accomplishments have already been noted -- for dealing with Bill Boucher's mortal host and for discovering the threat of his wraith spies -- and for that, we should all be grateful. Thank you, Mister Vogel." Summer politely dips her head in his direction, followed by a slim smile. The giant Crocodilian Kindred, Clarence, earns a curious glance for all his growling before she looks over to Crawley with a nod. Carry on!

A simple nod shows Nicodemus's thoughts of the whipness? Whip appointing? Whatever! He stands there, one shoulder on the wall. His posture is that of someone who might be wearing a fedora down low on his eyes. But, he's not. Simply put.

Elizabeth shrinks back in her seat ever-so-slightly but she does return the glances drawn her way with a small little smile. Summer's words draw a bow of her head and a wider smile that is then directed toward Schultz, first, then Lydon among the Tremere as they are each rewarded for their accomplishments.

Yiska nods as Lilena has to leave, then that for him is no option, not this night at least. he listens to those who Karner the Prince's favor. A Nod once more, but little else yet form the new Gangreal to the Camarilla.

Do you know what has two thumbs and doesn't clap? This guy! Theodore. Why? Because nobody clapped when HE was clapping earlier. So poo on everybody else. Even if he WANTS to applaud for Schultz, he doesn't. The Setite listens and remains silent now, taking it all in as Kindred are rewarded.

The favor earned is received with an incline of his head for the Prince, Lydon Vogel considering the praise with a cool incline of his head. Still, silent as he steals another sweep of his gaze around the room.

Sterling remains very firmly in the not-applauding, stony-faced camp as he continues to watch to proceedings in silence.

Slight disruption from Zebastian; the a hand raises, swatting at something by his ear, before an abrupt turn of his head causes him to flutter in his seat. Trigger? Who bloody well knows; Malkavian being a Malkavian? A rogue fly? Figurative feathers ruffled, he looks back --- past to where a burley unknown is, closer to where Clarence looms, then beyond to some spot in the middle distance. Squint, then a murr of mirth/nerves/some other third thing, before the kid settles back down like a bird on a wire - looking back to the dais, mute and still once more.

The Nosferatu nods to all of the favors and, while he remains standing, looks back to the crowd again. There's a long pause as if he were searching it. His eyes rest on Schultz again at length as he gives a small nod to the suited Kindred.

"Now," he begins with a sedate tone, "we will move on to Introductions."

A gesture is given to Schultz, "Mister Schultz, you have two new Kindred who have arrived in the city and wish to Introduce themselves to the Court?" He then draws back some and allows Schultz to step forward and do his duty for his clan.

When called upon, Schultz rises from the seat assigned to the Ventrue. He straightens and adopts a rather more formal air than he usually does, at least to those he knows, and he projects to allow his honied tones to fill the room. "Thank you. Your Highness, Seneschal, and the Praxis of Los Angeles. Since our last Court, I have had the opportunity to meet two new arrivals - Miss Khadijah Khalid and Mister Nicodemus King. If it pleases Your Highness, perhaps they might speak and seek your grace to reside in your Demense. Miss Khalid comes to us from Saudi Arabia, an Ancilla who has refined her craft in international business and mortal influence there. She is a most capable individual, and I believe will be an asset to the Praxis. Mister King hails originally from Los Angeles, but returns from Las Vegas. He is an accomplished financier and mogul in the music industry. He also comes from a lineage of remarkable quality. He too promises to be a valuable member of the Praxis, in my humble estimation. I bid them to step forward and experience Your Highness' favour." And with that, barring any further inquiries from Summer or Crawley, Schultz resumes his seat.

Striding forward with confidence when his turn comes up, Nicodemus shows his experience dealing with high pressure negotiations. Or maybe even unruly musicians. Sometimes both. He has a confidence that serves him well in situations such as these.

"As I am sure has been indicated in less formal ways, my name is Nicodemus King, childe of Alexander St John (For the record, in case anyone cares, that is representative of the merit: Prestigious Sire. For the Harpies at least *wink*) of clan Ventrue. I was born here in this fine city almost a hundred years ago. I relocated to Las Vegas where I served time as a ghoul to my sire where I learned much from his tutelage and earned the Embrace in the early nineteen seventies. Since then I have learned much... and recently St John saw fit to send me home to Los Angeles where I might put my skills in the areas of corporate finance, as well as musical talent representation and discovery, to use for the good of the Tower and clan Ventrue. Your grace, I am at your service."

That having been said, he takes a half step back and performs a formal bow at the end of all of that.

And after all of that, his dark eyes turn towards Lydon. "I would very much like to speak with you about the service that her Grace spoke of."

At Khadijah's turn she stands. "Good evening Your Highness. My name is Khadijah Khalid, I am the childe of Abdul Adil Dallal of clan Ventrue. I have journeyed here from Saudi Arabia to join up with my family: Mr. Barlowe and Mr. Barclay-Lockwood, to be a part of this Ventrue clan and hopefully a part of your praxis." Her voice is steady, but her accent is thick, as if English is not her first language. "I have set up my base of operations at the St. Vincent Jewelry center in the Jewelry District - I have an extensive background in jewelry as well as precious metals and jewels, and found a small group of arabic people there." Khadija then removes a package from her large hand bag and opens it to reveal a golden gift.

It's a large, beautiful collar, influenced heavily by Egyptian art -- it's long pieces adorned with roses sculpted from the glittering middle-eastern gold and accompanied by two large cuff bracelets in the matching yellow gold. "It's as bright as the sun but will bring you only joy and comfort." Khadijah reveals quiets. "You Highness, I made this for you."

Having offered a silent clap or two for the awarded favors, Avery focuses her attention on the introductions at hand, giving Nicodemus and Khadijah a studious onceover as each speaks.

As the new Ventrue are announced by good ol Schultz, it really means very little to a Setite, or at least appears that way. Yet, when Khadijah produces the collar with the obviously Egyptian motif, it catches Theodore's attention and dark eyes fall upon it before being lead to the crafter who made it. Brows lift and the dark skinned bald man takes note.

Yiska pays his gaze to those being introduced waiting for his own to come about.

Tabi remains quiet as she sits, while presentations are being made. She does Spock a brow, though, when Nicodemus spells out what he does... as if making a mental note of it, and of him.

Having settled, Zebastian is - was? A statue of neutral observation ... right up until the moment Khadijah presents her gift of gold collar and cuffs to Summer. Laughter? Of course not, the Norwegian kid has gone mute -- and whatever his expression might tell, he's hidden it behind a pale hand, head turned as he leans in to either talk or press his forehead close to his emotional support ghoul Mae's cheek. Hair obscures his face. Maybe he just needs a (non)breather.

The Malkavian Whip onstage goes about the ceremonial affair of lighting up a cigarette as introductions are made by the city's new Ventrue. She smokes steadily and silently regards their presentation.

Summer looks to Khadijah and Nicodemus when they are called to the fore, her folded hands sliding to the tops of her knees as she attentively regards them. "Good evening," she says, looking to each of them with a polite interest. "And welcome to Los Angeles. Well..." she looks over at Nicodemus, a warm smile rising, "In your case, Mister King, I suppose it is welcome *back*, hm?" She peers at him for a moment, then back to Khadijah when the Ventrue steps forward with her introduction.

Summer listens with bright-eyed interest, not *only* because of the beautiful jewelry. Nonetheless, when the collar and bracelets are revealed, the Toreador's eyes widen with both surprise and delight. "How stunning," she says, looking from the ornate pieces and then up to Ventrue, "Is this your craftsmanship? Regardless, it is lovely. It pains me to say, but I cannot accept this -- not unless you allow me to pay -- something that I would be *happy* to discuss at a later date." The Rose smiles and then inclines her head. "You are certainly welcome in this city, Miss Khalid. Thank you for your generosity and I look forward to speaking again."

With that said, she shifts her attention to Nicodemus, waiting with gentle expectation.

There is still a brooding and grunting mess in the back of the auditorium as the beast shifts back and forth on its feet to leave a trail of slime coating the hardwood floors. He remains quiet, but something is visibly not right. What is it that could have him in such a funk? Who knows? But it continues to stalk back and forth, occasionally rolling those thick muscled shoulder that are covered in the tattered grey robe.

"Your grace, would you allow -me- to purchase the exquisite work on your behalf?" suggests Nicodemus. "I would be honored to."

"As for something on a more personal note, I thought that you might enjoy a personal showing one of these days. Some of the earliest private recordings taken in the studio as Frank Sinatra and the Rat Pack began recording their music."

Sveta produces her phone as the Ventrue get into negotiations. She thumbs at it lazily.

Lunette's gaze drifts about slowly as she listens, though most often focuses straight ahead, with chin slightly lifted.

Zebastian peeks up, having composed himself post bemused look from Mae, who returns to her utterly indifferent observation of nothing in particular, save occasionally her manicure. Head tilted, the Westside Malkavian looks back - over his shoulder, towards where Clarence is pacing. Expression? Well, not visible from those looking at the action by the dais - or important, really. Zebastian's infamously fractured and flighty attention is nothing new.

Khadijah demures and shakes her head a bit, eyes cast down appropriately. "I did craft this, especially for you, Your Highness, and would very much like you to have it, so if those are the terms..." Nico then steps in and Khadijah is quite grateful. He has made a slightly awkward moment steady once more. Khadijah nods her agreement to the other Ventrue, then smiles at both of them then, her bright green eyes catching the Prince's for a moment before she finds her seat again.

There is a look to those being introduced and the golden gift that's offered. Kaden gives a soft whistle of appreciation and nudges Vy just before he speaks softly to her with a laugh. Shaking his head he looks back to the presentation.

A few of the Toreador harpies look on with wide eyes as Khadijah reveals the crafted collar. They whisper quickly amongst one another before hushing when Nidodemus offers to buy it. Elizabeth's own eyes widen and she seems impressed by the sight of the item even from her further vantage point. She leans over and murmurs something to Lunette.

Tabi's eyes widen at the sight of Khadijah's gift, and her smile broadens when Nicodemus actually pays for it on behalf of the Prince, wowwed by it all.

When Kaden nudges her, Vy gives him a pointed look, then lofts her right brow. The message is clear: they'll be making a visit to the jewelry district in search of pretty things.

"How extraordinary," Summer says, laughing with delight as she looks between Khadijah and Nicodemus (hence the meaningful look, obviously!), "Two new Ventrue, each an artist." A pause, her lips still upturned with good humor, "I imagine you will do very well in this city. Corporate finance aside, who doesn't love amazing jewelry and good music?"

Summer regards both Ventrue with a smile wide enough to make her dimples *pinch* in their sincere way. The look softens somewhat as Nico offers to buy the jewelry for her, as well as offer to arrange for her to listen to those precious Sinatra recordings. The Prince lifts her hand, looking almost sad as she shakes her head. "You are both very kind," she says, "...And determined. But for now, I will say no. If this is something you would both like to offer after tonight's Court, so be it -- but in good conscience, I must decline."

The Toreador straightens in her seat and looks to Crawley, no doubt a signal to move things along.

"How extraordinary," Summer says, laughing with delight as she looks between Khadijah and Nicodemus (hence the meaningful look, obviously!), "Two new Ventrue, each an artist." A pause, her lips still upturned with good humor, "I imagine you will do very well in this city. Corporate finance aside, who doesn't love amazing jewelry and good music?"

Summer regards both Ventrue with a smile wide enough to make her dimples *pinch* in their sincere way. The look softens somewhat as Nico offers to buy the jewelry for her, as well as offer to arrange for her to listen to those precious Sinatra recordings. The Prince lifts her hand, looking almost sad as she shakes her head. "You are both very kind," she says, "...And determined. But for now, I will say no. If this is something you would both like to offer after tonight's Court, so be it -- but in good conscience, I must decline."

The Toreador straightens in her seat and looks to Crawley, no doubt a signal to move things along.

Crawley clears his throat softly as the Ventrue start negotations over the jewelry. The Nosferatu clan isn't known for wanting to waste times on such trite and beautiful things. Better it was stained, bent, and tossed in a sewer.

"Next," he looks around and spies Yiska, nodding to him, "Yiska Ghost Bear, of the Clan Gangrel." A beat. "Come forward and introduce yourself to the Prince."

"I am sure that we will find a way for Khadijah's creation to be.... displayed and appreciated by all." suggests Nicodemus. But that said, he turns to face Khadijah, hoping to catch her before she shows any disappointment. "Come. Let us discuss this after this gathering." And that said, he attempts to lead her back into the background.

Perhaps that is what Yiska had been waiting for and when better to show off then an introduction. His form changes, down to all fours, the large vibrant mane of yellow brown growing outward, face now forming a muzzle, the long tufted tail and a leap down a few times till he is front and center. The lion that he is now regards the court, the PRince and it goes to one knee bowing as it's yellow, slitted eyes still take summer in. Then in the next moment he is that which he is more known for, the brown bear stands up, then sweeps its arms before it before then returning to the NAtive American man in fine, rich lathers he was before. Clearly displaying that he is quite a bit more versatile in this regard then perhaps some of the other Gangreal.

His yellow slitted eyes, having stayed the whole time regard and he smiles, "I thank you for the graciousness of Sir Crawley. Yiska Ghost Bear, of Clan Gangreal." The presence of the clan has waned it seemed in L's angel's and here now may change that, "There have been letters sent from Sarah Windor, Prince of San Francisco to officiate my introduction here. Fierce as she is beautiful she was reluctant to see me go, but I felt a calling to head south to stake me own future here. I am what may be called a Collector, an Aquistionioneer of the historic and occult. Of finding lost things and discovering that which might be harder for some without my talents to traverse many environments with ease." There is a clam about the man, the beast inside far more controlled it seems in this Gangreal, "I come to present myself to the court and offer my abilities and skills to you Prince of LA."

Alejandro watches the Gangrel shapeshift with his hand going to his waist and then back to the table when the Gangrel shapeshifts back to his human form.

Elizabeth's eyes widen again and her smile fades as Yiska's form begins to change first to the lion, then the bear. Her gaze moves toward Crawley, then Summer, before returning to the Gangrel as the introduction is made.

Lunette's gaze is once again upon her lap as she picks at her nails, but when she glances up and catches.. all that Yiska does, her hands go still and she stares.

Blinking for a moment, perhaps a little in disbelief, as she watches the man shift before her eyes -- Quinn's brow furrows a little more with concern. Still holding her tongue, though stiffening slightly, she follows the newly introduced Gangrel's path from her seated place upon the dais.

Violet, as per normal, has been silent for a while. That doesn't change right now, but when the man shifts his forms, twice, she cants her head slowly to her left and then shifts her eyes to the others within her clan as if wondering their reactions.

Sveta is on her feet in a flash from the viable mess of limbs she was on her chair a moment earlier. However, when the animal parks itself in the foremost attentions of the court, rather than proceeding onward, she lists, frowns, and hovers at Prince Hasting's flank. A moment passes, then she shoves her cigarette between her lips once more and ambles backward a half step or so to lean against the arm of her chair, rather than sitting fully.

Glowing yellowish green eyes meet Zebastian's gaze and Clarence gives him just a touch of a snarl as the large mouth widens and turns upwards to reveal even more teeth that are built for shredding. It turns swiftly though and begins to pace away from the man now, leaving it cloaked back turned to him. The pace has slowed down though, and the growls are not as frequent asthe behemoth creature seems to be calming down, but something is still on it's mind.

Okay. He didn't ask, but Nicodemus was under the impression that using disciplines within the Elysium was a no-no. Maybe this one isn't as strict about that. Good to know. His eyes flicker towards the Gangrel as he demonstrates his powers, and a single brow arches upwards.

Nisha covers her mouth with both her hands, as if hiding her reaction from any of her peers. Having no idea how the shapeshifting act would be received by the Prince or her court. But for an Asian, her face pales a little. Zebastian is still tilted away fron the crowd - looking over to where Clarence is, perhaps, or just doing some impromptu chair-yoga -- as it is, it means the kid isn't paying attention to the dais, or the mystical transformation of Yiska. The same cannot be said for Mae, whose observation of her nails is cut short by witnessing the Gangrel be a, uh, lion-bear-man. For the first time quite possibly ever since she's been dragged along at Court, the ghoul's mouth opens and her fantastically Bel Air accent can be heard to say: "What the fuck?~"

This prompts no reply from Zebastian, whose head is tilted Clarence's way. Who knows what his expression is like.

Avery's lip twitches and her back straightens as she watches the various forms the Gangrel shifts into, her gaze finally narrowing on Yiska when he returns to human form and speaks.

Summer casts a glance to the side, seeming to look at someone in the crowd. There is a moment her attention seems to waiver, making her already dead body turn all the more, well, corpselike (even if it's a *beautiful* corpse), but as Yiska makes his approach, her attention snaps back to the fore with a welcoming smile.

"Good evening, Yiska..." Summer starts to say, her head already inclining -- and then, suddenly, the Kindred becomes a lion. The change is startling enough that she briefly stiffens in her seat, glancing once to Alejandro, and then back to the Gangrel as he shifts into a bear. She forces herself back into a state of composure just as he returns back to a human form.

"...Well," the Prince says, offering a small laugh that sounds the teeniest bit winded, despite not needing to breathe at all, "...You might not be a surprise artist like the two Ventrue before you, but you certainly know how to make an entrance. Welcome to our city, though I advice you not to use your disciplines so freely in Elysium -- if only because it might startle another Kindred into action. Still, given your stellar references from your past Prince, I am happy to recognize your place here. I confess that we are running late on time, so I can't pepper you with questions, but I suspect you will find many here who possess a similar interest in matters of historic relics and the occult." A meaningful glance to the Tremere, before she looks back to the Gangrel. "Welcome to Los Angeles."

Kennedy's brow quirks upward and her gaze lifts from the iPhone in her hand to the Gangrel being presented as the usage of blood gifts takes place. Her head cants to the side and the upward lift of her brow turns into a look of concern.

Gretchen arrives at some point. For once not in full regalia. And apparently just in time to be a sad Ventrue. Not that anyone would know. Her face remains about as passive as it always is as she steps to the side upon entrance as to not disturb any seating.

"Only meant to make an entrance, as when an audience of those around, one must make a splash before they can find their place. But, it will only be this time as it is far easier to show what one can do then to speak of it and have it dismissed as well. It is the Gangreal way after all. I'm as happy to scout in the air as any bird, or prowl the water depths as well. I would enjoy a longer conversation with you as well Prince. I will hold the beast at bay from now on among these walls."I also welcome any and all conversations with anyone here, at their leisure." With that and a gracious nodding bow Yiska returns to his seat to let introductions continue.

"Mister Ghost Bear," the Nosferatu says, "as visually impressive as your polymophism is, if I can show my ugly mug to this Court, my true form, you can refrain from using your disciplines. It is the rules here in our Court. Thank you."

"Now," Crawley begins, "Two more substantial matters before we conclude Court."

The Nosferatu turns to look at Alejandro and says, "Sheriff, you have an announcement to make? The floor is yours." He then steps back and allows him his time.

The Sheriff waits his turn and leans over to whisper something to the Prince and await her response before addressing the crowd. "It is my distinct pleasure to express my personal esteem as Sheriff and the esteem of Clan Tremere for the Nisha Yoon of Clan Gangrel. She has consistently acted in the best interest of the Praxis even though she is not formally a member and it stands to her credit and warrants public comment." He profers a small bow of the head to Nisha and waits for whatever response the court has.

He waits and lets the court settle down once more "Unbeknownst to her, Miss Foster of Clan Toreador arranged services from the Setite sorceror Theo de Leon in violation of his licence to operate within the Praxis. Clan Tremere's monopoly on blood sorcery is not purely in service of the our interest, we are the only Clan bound to the loyal service of the Ivory Tower. When introducing himself to me and seeking permission to hold religous services of a sorcerous nature in his Clan's Temple, I informed him it was with the sole condition that he not peddle his clan's sorcery. He vioalted that condition. As a matter of the Second Tradition Domain, that service is to be suspended under the authority of the Prince. It is beholden upon me to, once again, state that Miss Foster is entirely blameless and an announcement like this should have been made publicly. It is, furthermore, my opinion as Sheriff that Mister De Leon be considered Dishonest. Mister de Leon must now defer to the Prince as to whether or not he retains the permission to operate sorcerously within the city."

Sveta perhaps seemed less offended and more reflexive in her response to the shape-shifting. She lingers on the arm on her chair and when the newly arrived Gangrel returns to his seat, so does she, although her gaze trails him as she finishes off her cigarette and puts it out on the heel of her shoe.

She then regards the Sheriff's announcements. Nisha gets a little nod from the silent Slav atop the stage, but the rest?

Bemusement from the Malkavian whip, glancing over at Theo for his response.

Elizabeth leans sideways against the arm of her chair closest to Lunette as she watches and listens to Summer's response to Yiska's introduction as well as Crawley's own. When Alejandro is called, the Toreador's smile returns in full and she offers the Sheriff her complete attention. A brief glance is cast toward Tabi before Elizabeth's gaze returns to the Tremere on the stage.

Avery eventually relaxes back in her seat as Alejandro takes the floor, the faintest of smiles forming at the announcement concerning Nisha, and her head turns to seek out the Gangrel. But as the Sheriff continues on to speak of Theo, she slowly looks towards where the Setite sits nearby, watching him quietly for a few moments before looking back to the stage.

Brows lift at the allegations aimed at him from the Sheriff and Theodore seems somewhat shocked, either in truth or very well acting that way. "We did have an agreement that I would not practice, offer to teach, nor request instruction of any sorceries in the confines of Praxis. You are correct, Monsieur Lopez." he agrees with a tip of his head to the Tremere. "I have done not any of these things. Do you have proof otherwise?"

Gretchen gets around to moving after a moment as she listens in, passing behind Zeb she reaches out to clasp him once on the shoulders with an uttered 'Between the lines.' with a nod over towards the assembly area. She however doesn't stick around instead casually making her way to post up next to Clarence with a small nod.

Crawley nods to the Sheriff, "Thank you, Sheriff." A glance toward Theo, then back to Alejandro, "The Court is saddened to hear that someone so new to the Praxis has already broken its trust. However, this matter can be dealt with outside of Court if Mister le Roy wishes to make a petition to the Prince on his magic."

"For the final matter," he looks toward Summer giving her not just a nod, but a bow, "Her Highness has one final announcement to close this Court."

The little Sewer Rat then retreats back to his seat next to the throne, settling down and folding his hands. Strangely he is looking down to the ground.

Nisha mouths a 'thank you', to the Sheriff. But tried her best not to draw any attention to herself. Watching Yiska end his introduction. The Asian was also sitting next to Tabi as they looked to Theo briefly as he is called out, before her eyes go back to the stage. Perhaps confused on matter at hand.

Summer inclines her head toward Yiska as he departs, one hand lifting to touch at her carefully arranged hair as if it might have gone sideways with all the excitement. Finding everything in order, she clasps her hands once more and turns her attention to Alejandro. She listens with far less humor than before, her lush lips pinched into a disapproving line as she looks from him to the Setite in question.

"Mister LeRoy, I am deeply disappointed to hear about your involvement in this matter," she says, fixing him with a cool stare. "We also had a meeting, did we not? At no point did you broach this subject. I am in total agreement with Sheriff Lopez that you should not be peddling your wares within the Tower's domain, and if you are caught doing so again, you will find yourself subject to the Camarilla's wrath. The fact that you did this duplicitously does not do you or your clan any favors."

Summer looks at the Setite with one fiery brow hiked. "You would dare ask the Sheriff for proof, when you reside here as our guest? I hope I have made myself clear." A pause. "And take heart knowing that I will ensure this promise extends beyond tonight's court." The Prince stiffly looks away from Theodore and begins to rise. She is indeed preparing to make one final announcement, but not before murmuring to the Council.

The only expression to cross Artemis' face is a look of vague amusement as Theo defends himself. They will be interested to see how this particular aside develops.

From up in Westside Desert Island, Zebastian is still turned away from the business down on the dais -- distracted by Clarence, or some other thing? Mae has returned to muteness, and those with hyper-sensitive senses may clock a flush of embarrassment on having spoken aloud before. Juul is puffed on, discreetly exhaled to the side. Meanwhile, whatever has fractured Zeb's attention gets further fractured, as the Norwegian kid half-glimpses back, to where Alejandro is discussing... Dishonest Setites? A brow lifted - head bobbling as he tries to track... Then turns to listen to Theo, though Zebastian's head remains tilted, as if trying to keep Clarence in his peripherals. Makes a Malk look a touch dizzy--- especially with Gretchen coming up at clappin' him on the shoulder. Low mmm, then he settles down - arm slung over the chair, attention condensing on Summer as she speaks, readies for a final announcement.

Ian finally moves, a disappointed shake of his head and a glance over at Theo. He purses his lips as he stares over at the man, watching him for a few lingering seconds before he settles back into his statue-like stillness, once more focused on dais.

A pause is given as the beast passes Zebastian who leans in to whisper to croc man and it growls. It doesn't bother to lean and whisper back, instead it replies in low growl that is clearly audible, "We celebrate stupidity." Is all he has to offer back to the man. With that Clarence is already doing another pass about, stopping now as the Sheriff speaks, and folding his arms across it's massive chest to look upon Theo now.

Khadijah has no idea who Mr LeRoy is, but the 'one final announcement' has her strangely on edge. She glances at Nico and then Sterling before directing her attention back to the Prince.

Ironic now, in retrospect. Lydon turns to consider Theo as Sheriff Lopez speaks, his brow arching upwardly for the Setite as he disputes the statement the senior most Tremere provides. Still, the German Tremere says nothing, instead staring sharply.

Summer rises from her delicate stoop and ascends the steps of the dais, one at a time, and then moves to the furthest edge of the stage so that she can turn and address the majority of the auditorium without turning her back on the Primogen Council. She takes a breath, holds it, and then says, "I have one final announcement to make -- one that I offer with mixed emotions." She pauses, her eyes sliding over toward an unknown Ventrue who reeks of European nobility. She stares at him, dips her head, and then turns back to her fellow Kindred with a straightening of her spine. "Earlier this evening, I thanked you all for allowing me to serve as your Prince -- an honor that I shall remember for the rest of my nights. Unfortunately, that chapter has come to an end."

Summer pauses, allowing that sentiment to sink in, before she presses on, "The Inner Council has appointed a new Kindred to be your Prince, one who comes with a sterling pedigree and the vast resources necessary to face our many foes." The corner of Summer's lips give a small twitch before they gather up into a smile. "He is Ventrue Elder named Jonathan Lightbourne, and his arrival is heralded by Ventrue Archon Godfrey Bullard..." Summer lifts her pale hand to gesture toward the European Kindred in question, affording him another slim but ever so polite smile, "...Who is busily preparing for Prince Lightbourne's arrival. Seneschal Crawley will retain his position and assist with the transition." A long pause. "In recognition of all of the assets that Prince Lightbourne will bring us, I am stepping down willingly."

The tall redhead looks back toward the auditorium, the upturn at her lips widening despite the ever-so Toreador *gleam* of a single red tear in her eye. "When I said before that this announcement came with mixed emotions, it is only because I have considered it an honor to serve you all. However, there *is* reason to celebrate. Our new Prince will bring the resources and insight necessary to strengthen downtown Los Angeles more than ever before, especially against the Kuei-Jin who have become a mounting source of opposition. I have been reassured by my own Sire that he is a exceptionally capable, and I plan to welcome him to this city -- just as I ask all of you to."

Summer, standing straight as a spear, looks over to Godfrey, waiting to see if he has anything to say.

The dagger like stare leveled on the Setite only relaxes when Summer announces her resignation from her position. Lydon turns to consider the Toreador... Former, Prince coolly, inspecting her with an arched brow. Then a glance is turned to inspect the rest of the Tremere for their reaction to the news.

The announcement is stunning, but Nicodemus recovers quickly. He turns and murmurs quite softly to Khadijah, gesturing towards Summer as he speaks.

Lunette is focused on those before the room, and as Summer makes her announcement she gives a slight tilt to her head. Her gaze cuts towards Liz to watch for her reaction.

The look upon Kennedy's face with regard to the proceedings about Miss Foster, Theo and Nisha is rather sour. It is possibly the most displeased she has ever looked in public. Her gaze shifts momentarily to Liz but she says nothing with regard to what was taking place other than a brief murmur to the Prince, Crawley, Sveta and Alejandro. The only thing that perhaps catches her more off guard is the next announcement that Summer makes. It sobers the look of displeasure and her expression becomes mute, hazel eyes briefly lifting toward the Ventrue in the distance.

Whatever Summer says to the council has Sveta sitting upright again. It's not loud, but those in the splash zone can probably hear her say something along the lines of: "What the fuck this means?"

But by the time the words are out of her mouth, Summer's already committing. Serova shoots her attention upward, to Archon Bullard. She shifts uncomfortably in her chair, posture rigid, upper lip curled back in something that might be a grimace if it weren't for the fangs prominently on display.

Alejandro stands from his table and begins to applaud for Prince Hastings and then bows to Prince Lightbourne. The king is dead (or abdicated at least); long live the king.

Ian's expression shifts again, a faint indrawing of breath and a quiet, slow exhale. He keeps his eyes on Summer throughout. He leans forward slowly, hands moving from his lap to his knees, leaned forward to give her a long quiet stare before he leans back. His attention finally drifts over to Godfrey as Summer looks over and folds his arms loosely across his chest, chin hefting faintly upward in recognition of the man.

Violet has her eyes widen from behind her glasses. She certainly was not expecting that announcement. She turns her head, meeting Lydon's gaze and her eyes soften before she nods her head to him.

Shelly sits perfectly still for a moment as she digests that announcement. Watching the now-ex-Prince and the Seneschal and Sveta and Quinn as well before turning to harper and Beth and Coop and muttering, "Does this mean Gretchen's still the new Prince's Herald? If so, we're probably more screwed than before... Ventrue resources have done so well in this city with their past how many Primogen..."

Rising from his seat, Theodore straightens his tie, glancing briefly at Lydon. Tipping his head briefly to the Tremere in a friendly enough manner, the Setite lifts his brows at the other just a second. "I would consider attempting to appeal judgement, however I have a strong feeling it is a prejudice that cannot be overcome." is his only remark before he begins to make his way out of the isle and toward the door, his driver right behind him.

Silence is golden. Or maybe just the only thing the Brujah Primogen is capable of at the moment -- considering the lead bomb that was just dropped on the Council and Court. Quinn's hands clench and unclench at her side a few times before slowly letting her pale gaze fan the crowd to land upon Bullard with a speculative arch of her brow in clear assessment.

Elizabeth's attention remains focused on Summer as the Prince's final announcement is made and any hint of her earlier smile has faded in place of an expression that is guarded. The waif's hazel eyes linger on the former Prince on stage before flicking toward Kennedy to meet that momentary glance from the Toreador Primogen. It's only after that, when Elizabeth turns her head to the side so she can look toward Godfrey. Lunette's glance goes without any response though Elizabeth does reach out to rest her hand on her ghoul's arm.

Avery's attention is fixed on Summer as she makes that announcement, a flicker of surprise in her expression. And just like Lydon, she slowly looks in turn to her other clanmates and then just as slowly back to the stage.

This perhaps anything has the Gangreal leaning forward, A small frown that is there briefly only placed on Yiska's face and he considers both Summer and the new s of the the change of power and roles now., a shaking of his head as things were dropped like a bomb upon the whole court. Things here out would not be the same... And his eyes then find Godfrey now.

At Summer's announcement, Vy blinks, but seems otherwise unmoved, other than a slight press of her lips when it's revealed that the new prince will not be a Rose. Shame. Again her gaze studies the crowd, curious as to the reactions of the various assembled, scanning the assembled Toreador, first, then those on the dias, before looking toward the other anarchs in the audience.

Gretchen for her part, only looks to Crawley for a moment. Her head tilting ever so softly in question. There is a deep sigh that passes from her lips, and a low cluck of her tongue as the person she is looking from confirmation is looking at the floor. Her shoulders shrug softly. "No, Miss Marin, I am not. Prinzessin, Gott, und Vaterland."

Khadijah listens to Nico and smiles brightly, glancing back towards the former Prince. She smiles at her, should she catch her attention. Khadijah then whispers back to Nico and nods. She looks back at Archon Godfrey Bullard and gives him a respectful dip of her head.

All that fractured attention? It vanishes into a haze, leaving Zebastian looking like a slightly dazed laser at what Summer has to say. The words on transition of power. Pale peepers pivot to scan the response from the Camarilla gathered - hand lifted, fingers tapped against his mouth - to keep from speaking? Who knows. Head turns, looking briefly to Vy before he moves on, clocking Gretchen in the peripherals -- catching a glimpse of the now named Archon Godfrey Bullard -- then back to Clarence and Gretchen, head tipped. Mae, for her part, couldn't seem to care less.

Artemis snorts unceremoniously at Shelly's words, the sound of amusement near dragged out of the otherwise taciturn Tremere. She nods her head in acknowledgement of the other Deputies words, mentally tallying her a point in the eternal game of Counting Coup. Frankly, she's surprised Gretchen didn't Rotschrek under the heat of that burn.

Catching Zebastian's gaze, Vy arches her left brow his way, nodding a polite sort of nod of acknowledgement. Her eyes drift to Mae, no doubt to note what the ever fashionable ghoul is wearing. Then, back to Kaden, and she murmurs something in a low tone.

There's a sudden amused snort from Ian, eyes shooting over to Shelly and then to Gretchen before he stills himself once more.

It is only then, after having remained seated for what seemed like quite a long time in stolid silence, that the burly new arrival will slowly stand up. He seems to possess both the build and the demeanor of a particularly unhappy bulldog, given the way that his hoary brows narrow as he gazes around the auditorium. There is however, something of an air of Old World chivalry about him, however tattered and bloodstained. He wears his expensively tailored suit as he would a suit of armor.

He makes his ponderous, straight-backed way down the center aisle to the stage, where he squares up, regarding the Kindred arrayed on the terraces around him. When he speaks, it is with a distinct Rhenish accent, "It is my honor to inform you, on behalf of Justicar Lucinde of the Ventrue, Justicar Cock Robin of the Nosferatu and Justicar Diana Iadanza of the Toreador, that Jonathan Lightbourne will indeed be your new Prince."

He holds up a large paw of a hand, "You do not need to fear for your status or your domain. Prince Lightbourne has been keeping abreast of events in Los Angeles for many years now. Your former Prince, Violetta Altamirana was a treasured protege of his. They kept a lively correspondence as to her hopes and dreams for this city. He will ensure justice for her murder, and safety for all who look to the Tower for guidance and security."

He clears his throat before continuing in that deep, Rhenish rumble, "The Inner Council has been petitioned to add Altamirana's murderer, the Lasombra known as 'Dusty' to the Red List, once he is officially identified. His pack, the so-called 'Army of the Night' will be annihilated. East Los Angeles will be reclaimed from the Sabbat, and new Domains will be granted to those pledge their loyalty to the Camarilla. This will only be the beginning."

He allows the assembled Kindred to absorb this for a few moments before concluding, "I am sure that many of you have questions. Prince Lightbourne's youngest Childe, Bastian Fox, will arrive next week. He will give you a presentation about his sire's plans for Los Angeles. It will be followed by a..." He finishes with gruff terseness, "'Q&A session'. I understand there will be a multimedia component. That is all. Until then, Seneschal Crawley is empowered with and acts with Prince Lightbourne's authority."

"Oh no Miss Marin, you seem to be under some manner of confusion. I have not been relieved of my post, I resign." Gretchen raises up a brow, and her hand lifts for half a second. "There is often a debate in my circles on one serves the throne, or the one that sits in it. In the end despite attempts to reduce it to a ying-yang duality, the answer is both. For the one that sits in the throne must be trusted implicitly to act in a manner befitting of it. So while you may mistake my general refusal to actually move against things that irritate me as some sort of upset, or that your opinion matters so much that it affects my posistion and standing, it is rather irrelevant. What is relevant is that my oaths were and are, specifically to the Lady Summer Hastings. And while my loyalty may be to the throne, it is as stated, under the assumption that the one that sits in it is considered worthy. A letter does not by itself, imbue praxis, whilst coming in as an outsider into a war one has not been involved in, with zero groundwork on the potential mood of the court, certainly removes it."

There is a soft blink there. "The /difference/ is that the loss of you, or the loss of any singular Tremere short of the Hapsburg doesn't amount to much. Whereas the loss of myself, Mr. Stanford, Mr. Schultz, Primogen Wilde, or Whip Serova represents losing a measurable percentage of the city."

A slow wave of her hand. "I would pay more attention to how they have reacted."

Ian glances over, a stunned look coming over his face as Gretchen just.. babbles over the new Prince introducing himself.

As Godfrey finishes speaking, the lights will gradually grow more dim in the auditorium, and and two pictures will suddenly be projected onto the liquid digital display in the upper ceiling of the auditorium. The first image, on the represent, shows an immaculate, elegant man with dark skin, short gray hair and a powerful, lifted gaze. Clearly a creature of immense power, resolve and confidence: https://i.imgur.com/VfWsYr6.jpeg

Golden embossed letters slowly appear beneath it 'JONATHAN LIGHTBOURNE - PRINCE OF LOS ANGELES'. The second image on the right, shows some dude: https://i.imgur.com/z5Jo1cR.jpeg. His name will slowly fade in as well, reading 'BASTIAN FOX' and beneath <TBD>.

Artemis snorts again. "You can't fire me, I quit?" they drawl from their seat. "Seems like an awful long way of saying it." they mutter to themself.

Crawley waits until the Ventrue Archon has completed speaking before he steps in.

"It is the will of the Inner Council," Crawley speaks as he rises to his feet, "none of us here, if we consider ourselves in good standing with the Camarilla, are in a place to question this." The Nosferatu appears to be deadly serious.

He also does not look the least surprised. Of course not. This is Peter Crawley.

The Seneschal takes a moment and addresses the audience, "Any issues for the Prince Lightbourne can be brought to me and I will bring them before him to be addressed. There may be minor delays due to him getting settled in. Please be patient."

Raising his hand, he appears to make a gesture, "With that, I call this session of Court to a close. Go your way in peace and stay safe as you walk the night."

The lights then come on in the auditorium, a sign that Court has ended.

There is so much going on tonight, and then Lydon turns to consider Gretchen's little outburst for a moment, and then Godfrey with the images displayed and then he turns his attention back to the Grafina once more. "What a childish outburst, when clearly there are much more important matters to be addressed." He murmurs gingerly, and then as Court is called to a close...

When there comes a moment that such is permitted, Lydon Vogel coolly rises to his feet. "I do have something for the Court." He offers, hands still stuffed into his pockets as he turns to address Elizabeth. "Recently there was an encounter in this Elysium in which I brought in attendance one of my retainers, a servitor of my own creation that I have named Michael in ironic reference to the Arch Angel." He explains. "However the appearance of such a retainer is not particularly palettable, as I designed him to be functional rather than appealing to the eye. An appearance of which recently caused disruption here, which disturbed Herald Gretchen Von Eisen and Chancellor Elizabeth Tanner."

"While Herald Gretchen Von Eisen took the offense in a questionable direction and caused more harm in turn than was strictly necessary..." He considers, not lingering on the point terribly long. "I would like to offer my most sincere and humble apologies to Chancellor Tanner and Keeper Oliver Lancaster who seems to be unavailable to receive such an apology. Regardless, no offense was meant by the presence of my servitor and to both Chancellor Tanner and Keeper Lancaster; Nor was it my intention to disturb or distract from the business of Elysium. As a result, I offer a minor boon in hopes that it may resolve such a slight."

With that, he bows for Elizabeth, and then reclaims his seat. Settling and stuffing his hands back into his pockets neatly.

Summer ignores any chatter going on in the auditorium. She keeps her unblinking eyes fixated on Ventrue Archon as he speaks, her hands neatly folded in front of her waist. With no need to breathe or twitch, she stands as an exceptionally lovely and attentive alabaster statue.

When the projected pictures are displayed, she will study both images with equal measure, although there is the *faintest* crinkle of her nose at Bastian's chosen image. The crossed arms. The slick hair. My god. It violates every delicate Toreador bone in her body. Then the lights go out...

...And Summer is Prince no more. By then, any hint of emotion has been blinked away. She turns to Godfrey and extends to him her hand, saying, "Welcome to Los Angeles, Mister Godfrey. If you need any assistance getting settled, I trust you will reach out. Unless you have any further need of me...?" Summer's voice trails, indicating that she will excuse herself -- even if the offer is paired with a slim, gentile smile.

Shelly doesn't really listen to all of Gretchen's words. Putting a finger to her lips and then pointing back to the stage. There's still business to listen to, at least until the Seneschal calls a close to the session.

Those sunglasses have slipped back down the bridge of Serova's crooked little nose, her mouth agape. She's plainly blindsided by the inner council's decision. Her attention, however, is fracted by the outpouring of vitriol from the nosebleeds.

Then the lights go down, and she gets the C-suite treatment of a lightshow.

She groans, shakes her head, and lets out a little:

"Ooh, blyat."

Catching Shelly's words does bring some amusement to Avery's eyes, though it's short-lived as she watches the Ventrue now onstage speaking. Whatever other commentary might be going on now, she pays no heed to, instead putting her full attention towards the stage until the lights come up, when her head turns and she looks over at Lydon, listening to the apology being issued by the German Tremere.

Zebastian seems lowkey perplexed, a hand raised to push hair behind his ear, half cup it - so much noise - head tilted, and attention still remaining focused on the dais -- presumably he's listening, but there's a distracted look on his face, like someone trying to solve for x while weaving baskets underwater. From within his bubble, there is silence and seemingly total disregard for all else except whatever Gordian knot the Westsider is trying to untangle - eyes shifting from Bullard to Crawley, as the Seneschal says his peace and --- hand swats at the air near his ear, pushing something away distractedly --- Court coming to a close? Noise, noise. A look to Summer - Sveta - Summer again; Zebastian's expression that of distracted curiosity.

"For fuck's sake, Shut the fuck up already, Grafina. No one gives a damn for your lectures. Spare us all the pain of your irritating voice," the Brujah Primogen finally breaks her silence as she rises from her seat, court having been called. "Enough already, you read a few thousand fucking books. We get it. No one wants a lesson. And for the record? Show your officers some fucking respect. That's Deputy Marin you're speaking to." Glancing to the rest of her council members, Quinn gives them a bow of her head, "If you need me, you know how to reach me." Before heading over to her fledglings.

Sure, such a big announcement causes Theo to pause for juuuuust a few seconds longer. Then he NOPES out. The Setite heads through the exit with his ghoul in tow so fast there would be a smoke cloud if this were a Roadrunner cartoon.

Archon Godfrey Bullard will give Summer a polite inclination of his bearded, bulldog head. And then he'll kind of wander off with a furrowed brow, as if holding a rather intense conversation with himself.

Kennedy is about to lean in and say something to Summer when Godfrey stands and begins speaking. With his approach it seems she decides to save whatever it is for later since she straightens and takes a step backward, her hands clasping behind her at the small of her back. The century old Rose watches each step the burly man takes and her attention seems laser focused upon what he has to say until she hears her name mentioned in some manner out in the audience. There's a slight flicker of something, but she doesn't let herself be distracted by the mixed chattering going on.

Much like Summer there is a flicker of.. -something-.. on Kennedy's face when Bastian's picture pops up. The projected visage of the new Prince upon the screen is stared at impassively however. Her gaze returns to Godfrey only to shift toward Quinn and her outburst.

Elizabeth's lips twist downward into the shape of a crooked little pout at Shelly and Gretchen's interaction, then she turns her entire focus on Godfrey and the projected images that appear. Like Summer, Elizabeth can't fully hide the twitch that players at the corner of her lips at Bastion Fox's chosen image.

Elizabeth gives Lunette's arm a light squeeze before she rises from her seat. The skinny Rose's hazel eyes linger on Summer thoughtfully as she watches the former Prince's interaction with Godfrey until Lydon's announcement draws her attention back.

As her name is spoken, Elizabeth arches a brow before listening to the Tremere's statement in it's entirety. At Lydon's bow, she inclines her head in a show of acceptance of his gesture and lets her gaze linger on him before she turns back to look toward the stage.

Again, Nicodemus is polite and reserved. He reaches a hand to rest fingers on Khadijah's forearm. His expression says silently, 'Later'. But he is very determined that the hand-made gift Khadijah made is -not- going to go to waste. Not going to be rejected. But he doesn't speak now. He simply observes, listens, and absorbs.

Alejandro rolls his eyes so hard at Gretchen's drivel that his head unconsciously rolls with the action. He almost says something to her but then shakes his head. "I serve as Sheriff at the pleasure of your Highness alone but regardless of whether you retain those services, Prince Lightbourne, you would be well advised to retain the services of Deputy Marin. She is one of the most singularly competent people I have encountered since my emergence from seclusion. She has my full confidence and has earned it time and time again."

Artemis reclines back in her seat. "Well. That was fun." they muse idly to themself. They don't seem inclined to move just yet, awaiting the other Tremere to finish their own dealings before they up sticks for the night.

Nisha has just been stuck in her chair, watching the proceedings of the court unravel. Looking at the two paintings, Bastian looked completely unserious like a college liberal arts major who studied photography to become a douche fuckboi. Nisha tries to verbalize it, "There is.... aesthetic?", lost for words and unsure of this evening.

"When it is returned, I will give it consideration Gallo. Until that point you or anyone else will recieve precisely what they have earned." Gretchen waves her hand softly in front of her. There is a soft shrug of her shoulders there, before she nods curtly and respectfully to the man next to her. "Mr. Clarence, I was going to ask to speak to you and Miss Serova at convenience, but I suspect that will have to wait a bit of time. However I would be appreciative if you and her would keep the ask in mind. Still work to do I suppose."

Crawley quietly returns to his seat and just watches as basically things melt down. His eyes are passive. This is clearly not the first time he's seen some chaos like this. Tempers running hot. It's all part of a change in Kindred society.

More important matters. Those are the words that finally draw the brooding creature to come to to halt, fist gripping tightly to send more slime upon the floor, "Like the fact that we now have a sabbat infiltrator that can roam the streets unhindered now because we cannot track him down because he was slain? Yes, I would call that a more important matter. Now that he can move unseen and unhindered about the city. Who will he strike next?" The beasts known as Clarence asks with a plethora of saliva spewing forth from it's massive jaws, "No one knows because now we can no longer track it because the mortal vessel is dead. Maybe it will be the new princes home. Maybe it will be your own home since he now knows your face. Do we not realize the consequences of these actions? We /cannot/ track him now." A look towards the rest of the auditorium as it shakes that thick knobby head of his.

Sveta has become a part of her chair again. Another cigarette has been prepped. She listens. A glance toward Gretchen, Clearance... and then, Summer. She sees the dethroned prince off with a dour gaze.

Considering Croc, Lydon stands and inclines a head for the Nosferatu. "Fear not, Clarence. Bill can still be detected through thaumaturgical means, when he possesses a mortal puppet." He assures coolly. "These methods are in development as we speak."

Shelly glances rather pointedly from Gretchen to the Sheriff as he gives words to the Archon on her behalf. "Despite what you see, others eyes aren't so cloudy. I've earned what I earned. And that would be Primogen Gallo. She has still earned the respect of her clan after all. Your opinion on that doesn't matter a damn."

Summer watches the Ventrue leave *without* accepting her shake -- how gauche! -- and then curls her fingers into a delicate fist. No doubt, were she still mortal, there would be a sigh heaved, but for now, the Toreador simply turns to make her exit -- but not without stopping to murmur something to Crawley. Her hand is placed on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze, and then she will rise back up from her kneel (he's quite short!). She'll flash him a small smile, just enough to to form her dimples, and then she'll turn to walk away. Before long, her smartphone is out and she's typing away.