Camarilla Court VII

Participants: The Camarilla Court of Los Angeles Elizabeth Sveta

Storyteller: Summer Crawley Sundance

Location: Walt Disney Concert Hall ‒ Downtown Los Angeles

Date and Time: Dec 04, 2020 0000

Summary: Court.

As always, the Court has been set-up in its typical fashion. The house lights have been dimmed but not so much as any visitors cannot find their way to one of the many fine seats which surround the circular stage on the floor below. The lights upon the center stage are brighter, beaming down from above and providing excellent illumination in that location. Near the center of the stage, a massive wooden throne which serves as the seat of power for the Prince of Los Angeles. It is adorned with numerous, intricate carvings and soft, ruddy cushions. Directly to the right of the the throne is a smaller bench that serves as the seat of the Prince's second, the Seneschal. It is far less ornate a seat.

There sits Crawley, a withered little goblin of a creature in what can only be described as a well-worn leather trench coat. Beneath the overcoat, the Nosferatu wears a dark set of robes that look stained and dirtied with muck and filth.

To either side of the Prince's throne and Seneschal's bench, the chairs of the Primogen of Los Angeles, one medium size wooden seat with similar ruddy cushions for each of the Clans who hold power in the Praxis: Brujah, Malkavian, Tremere, Nosferatu, Ventrue, and the Toreador. The Councilor's chairs are less elaborately decorated but have symbol of the appropriate Clan carved into their backs.

Sveta is here. She has been for some time. It's only once the main crowds have been ushered out and the preparations for Friday Night's court begin that she allows herself to be perceived. She's up in the nosebleeds, smoking a clove and blasting her ears with something bass-heavy, judging by the buzzing coming from the black earbuds lodged in her skull.

When the ratio of parasites to hosts inverts she pushes herself to her feet and approaches the stage proper.

She's buzzed the front of her bleached hair down into a skullet, ending in a pair of chubby, downward facing pigtails. Tight jeans, covered in patches, both structural and decorative in nature, a ratty, dusty leather jacket, adorned with enough studs to serve as cosmetic armor, and white-laced combat boots leave her looking like she's ready to open up the pit or sacrifice a goat in Disney's family-friendly establishment.

However, she simply mantles up into the spotlights, spins on her heel to regard the seating she'd just emerged from, drops her cigarette, grinds it out under the toe of her boot, and drops herself unceremoniously in the seat freshly prepared for the representative for Malkav's Blood.

Schultz arrives and moves to take a seat after offering greetings to those he knows. He's dressed suitable for court, although with a bit more penchant for colour than the typical Ventrue. Today he's in a charcoal suit with lime green pinstripe checks. His pocket square and tie are navy and lime green, introducing a more neutral colour for balance. Of course, the dress shirt must be white - he is still a Ventrue after all (even if one with an adventurous stylist). He is sure to greet a particular few tonight - Kennedy, Cassie, Christian, and Saoirse included - but pleasantries are quick before he assumes a seat. This time, he breaks from his tradition and actually sits around other Ventrue. Should he catch Crawley's eye, Schultz offers a respectful nod.

Elizabeth and Lunette arrived not long ago and the two are seated among the rest of the Toreador near the front, though not quite in the front row. That would be too gauche! Elizabeth has selected a pretty black dress with dark grey stars patterned along it's fabric. She sits with Lunette on one side and Harper on the other and quietly converses with both while waiting for court to begin.

A small group of Santa Monicans arrives - Vy, Christian, Aspen, and Colton. They're all appropriately dressed for the occasion, Vy in a sleek black dress, and high, high heels. Vy delivers a respectful nod toward any who are on or near the stage, then gestures for the others to follow her to seats that are out of the way, but that will be appropriately close enough for introductions when the time comes.

Who's that tall vision of androgyny? Zebastian, of course. The Westsider is dressed stylishly -- dark suit, cashmere scarf of charcoal and black wide check, and an absolutely fetch tailored over coat of fine wool with a gloriously loud yellow and black psychedelic tiger print. Hair? Loose and flowing, glossy black like spilt ink. The Westside Malkavian's attitude and air? Effusive, babes -- midway through laughing at something with his companion, the petite designer bombshell who is Cassie.

"--know, ja? An absolute =riot=." Zebastian chimes at Cassie, though his fractured attention is snagged -- catching sight of Sveta, he gives a two fingered salute and wink to his cracked cousin, whistling and calling a greeting; "Eto tsirk, a ne kafe!" Air kiss - then the Westsider moves -- over to the higher nosebleed seats of Anarch Isle, inviting Cassie to take lead -- Mae, a stylish and silent ghoul, following alongside. En route, Elizabeth and Lunette get a smile and incline of his head, but Zebastian doesn't interrupt.

Following through to join the Tremere attachment, the German Tremere steps in and makes for the seating with the rest of the Clan, as ever much more enchantingly attractive than his normal means. His skin care routine must be rather exceptional. Both hands are stuffed in his pockets as he arrives.

Santino casually enters the concert hall nodding intermittenly at the decor. He drifts through the assembly of Kindred manuevering in the direction of the Toreador. The Neonate stops short of joining them pending the approval of one of his betters.

In walks an Irish Ginger, though she may be heard before seen. She 'sings' to herself some diddy that pulls from an Irish folk song. If you really want to call it singing. It's a series of 'das' 'dees' and 'dums', perhaps mimicking the sound of a bodhran. A mechanism probably she does to calm her nerves. The redhead is dressed in an asymmetrical, off the shoulder, crushed velvet gown done in emerald green. She carries with her a lovely little potted plant that has a base of dark leaves and a bit of yellow flowers. To those that she knows, she will provide smiles and nods and curtsies - and obviously will stop singing to herself so that she make the verbal greetings. But in the end, she heads over to a seat where she'd probably know that's where she's supposed to sit and such.

The Prince of Los Angeles arrives looking her very best in a gown strung with gauzy layers and delicate beading, all of which wraps about her shapely silhouette in a way that somehow clings and flutters in all the right places ( https://imgur.com/a/SzoSM95 ). She arrives from one of the side doors, forgoing a formal arrival, though she will, as always, smile and wave to the assembled Kindred with pageant-like perfection. Her eyes skim across the auditorium, making out the usual faces -- and quite a few new ones! -- before descending the small flight of stairs that lead to the recessed dais

Summer offers the gathered Officers a warm smile and a finger-wiggled wave before neatly drawing her skirt to the side and sinking down with practiced poise. As she tucks one delicate ankle behind the other, hands folding across her lap, she says to Sveta, "Mmm. No blood spilled in the name of fashion tonight, I see."

Avery makes her way into the Auditorium with a few other Tremere, wearing a dress in a lovely shade of blue (https://tinyurl.com/mz9vcvzr) and carrying a small silver clutch in one hand. As she makes her way towards the area her clan tends to occupy, her gaze wanders the room, taking everything in.

It is Nisha's first court and she is dolled up for the event; however nothing is overdone. The Asian wears a retro pastel blue polka dot vintage dress, ( https://imgur.com/a/i0znViv ) and finds some seating next to her group and counterpart, Leo. Talking silently as they watch the events unfold.

While sitting next to Liz, Lynette occasionally glances about, taking note of the faces she recognizes as well as those she does not. When she catches sight of Zeb, she can't help but smile his way, and she also sends a smile to his ghoul.

The consummate clown arrives wearing his usual gettup in the form of some dingy old vintage attire and last week's stage make up left on his face as lingering smudges trapped in the smile lines etched into his aged features. Beau has on his (only) coat, the filthy thing looks out of place amidst a gathering of well dressed Kindred and yet he makes no apology for the trash smell or the pigeon droppings across his shoulders. The malkavian moves with a heavy presence and as he trundles his way into the room with the gait of a lifelong alcoholic. Taking his time and wearing a vacant look in his eyes, he moves to find a seat in th back somewhere unobtrusive.

Definitely a bit on the late side, Quinn makes her way on in with Zane -- parting his side with a light touch on his arm before heading the rest of the way up onto the dais to quickly plop herself unceremoniously into the Brujah chair. Tonight she's dressed in a simple black one-piece dress that cuts just above her knees and a black leather jacket complete with her heeled boots and minimal flair. She gives a quick bob of her head towards the fashionably dressed Prince as well as the other Council members already seated before settling on in for the night's proceedings.

In what can only be a strange cameo, the Baron of Santa Monica himself decided to show up to the Camarilla court. Christian lets Vy lead the procession, given that she knows the place and he doesn't. He wears a navy designer suit and leather shoes. Aspen is on his arm as he walks in. With a nod to those at the stage, he complies and follows Vy along to the further-away seats, murmuring something to his coteriemate before quietly checking his watch.

Harper settles in comfortably next to the other Roses, crossing her legs as she folds her hands in her lap. A smile is given to Liz and Lunette as she gets comfortable and turns her attention towards the stage.

Aspen enters the vast hall with her head fixated up to the rafters, sweeping from there down the hardwood paneling to the thousands of seats spread before them - and then on to the occupants themselves. With a grim glance up at Christian, Aspen looks next at Vy and Colton with something akin to great reluctance.

From there she redirects her sights forward and takes a look at that throne on stage, somewhat shifting between confused and apprehensive of the smaller seat beside it - and especially of the one who occupies it. She wears a long, dark dress in an empire waist that moves loosely around her as she walks; the auburn-haired woman keeps close to the three she arrives with, pressing to the center next to Christian and Colton.

Oliver makes his way into Court and takes up a spot rather near the entryway today. It's not often, but today he stays by the doors. He has gone ahed and since it's likely the decoration changes have a bit to do with him, he's made sure to match with a suit of blue. https://www.thefashionisto.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/Ben-Barnes-2019-The-Rake-003.jpg His hands clasp behind his back, and he sets to standing at attention, keeping an eye on the proceedings, though more than that, the comings and goings.

Leo wanders in himself alongside Nisha black suit with vest and tie that match the primary color of the Asian girls dress hair slicked back and a black eye patch over his left eye he could look like a James Bond Villain. He sits with Nisha as the speak softly.

Rhys arrives with the crowds of kindred settling in fro court. His grey suit is a normal sight, with the hints of colored ink sticking out from the sleeves of his shirt and up the sides of his neck. His face is left 'clean' as it were, and most of the work is covered by the fine suit as he makes his way politely through to the section that most of the Toreador are joining. He offers a polite greeting to anyone he gets close to that notices him, and otherwise seems attentive to the proceedings.

Christian's arrival draws the cold gaze of the German Tremere, arching his brow for him quietly. Lydon considers him and Aspen as well, otherwise silent. Cold and distant.

"Decorum certainly seems to be lost with the youth of recent nights." Theo remarks, as he enters into the auditorium. Perhaps pertaining something recent, but it does not slow him down from moving on to find a place to be seated. He locates a set of chairs that are not part of the typical Camarilla Clans, somewhere out there in 'Independant' land as it were. He settles into a seat and his driver, James, follow suit.

Tonight the bald black man is dressed in Demond Merrion, the suit of course tailored to his lean frame perfectly, a dark yet vibrant and shiny verdant colour. As he settles in, Theodore's eyes scan over the crowded auditorium and he goes silent to observe the proceedings. <English>

Seven arrives at Court wearing an outfit that could be mildly scandalous in the wrong circles. She wears an airy yet blatantly sheer blouse that would show off all of her, ahem, assets if she wasn't wearing a little half jacket blazer over it. In addition there is a rather snug high-waisted skirt that cinches in around the waist with a fit snug enough that the word snug is used three times. Snug. Four times. It's a long skirt that ends just past her knees and a pair of reptile skin boots on her feet of indeterminate origin. She is alone tonight, standing near the entrance and casting her gaze across the room to see if anyone waves her over to join them.

Shelly and her blazer with the too-short-sleeves is also one of those late arrivals... at least into the concert hall proper, seeing as most may have passed her on the way in. Instead of sitting with any clan affiliation, the Malkavian Deputy tags along after the Brujah and settled into a seat next to the Scourge and very pointedly //doesn't// look in the direction of the Baron and his wife.

Violet quietly enters... by herself, strangely, tonight. However, she does move towards the rest of the Tremere. She's wearing a long sleeved black blouse, a twill plaid skirt and a pair of black heels. https://ibb.co/3NdkJDg Her hair is done up in a french bun, and before she takes her seat, she adjusts the black rimmed glasses that rest over her eyes. There is a nod of her head to others who look her way, but that seems to be it.

The hall is graced by some LA's most wealthiest and beautiful of people on this court night. Which makes the newest arrival stand out even further. A goliath of a creature makes it's way through the doorways into the auditorium in the form of Clarence. The half man, half crocodile like creature has it's grey cloak pulled down on it's robe, revealing it's nobby head that is covered in reptile like skin and the large maw is left opened revealing large sharp teeth. The yellowish green eyes slowly scan the auditorium looking, searching for a place to stand. He decides on a back wall spot for now, walking slowly towards it, and some might just notice he leaves a trail of goo prints along the hardwood panel floor with each step of his bandaged feet.

After seeing her way through pre-court greetings with a number of familiar faces--some from Downtown, some from the West--Kennedy begins making her way toward the sunken stage, though she isn't alone. She walks alongside Rhys and leans over to whisper something to the man while her hazel eyes give his unruly hair a bit of a look. As with every court so far she is wrapped in corporate power, enough that one would be forgiven for mistaking her for a Ventrue at first glance. Leaving him with the other Roses, after taking a moment to whisper something to Elizabeth and then Emily, Kennedy takes her seat on the stage with a rose she found waiting for her in hand. Her right leg shifts over the left, hands folding with the rose tucked between the index and middle fingers of her left hand.

Alejandro steps into the Court after the rest of his Clan, held up by the unpleasantness with the umpteenth upstart twit refusing to give his Clan. He catches up to them and leans in to Saoirse, "It can be a little overwhelming. Los Angeles has a greater population than all of Ireland, so we have much larger Courts," the condescension would be palpable, if it weren't for a wink, "payback for the garden." Enigmatic as ever. Upon seeing Christian and Aspen enter he profers them a considering tilt of the head, before returning his attention to his Clan, "if you'll forgive me fellow Adepti, I must take my place."

Gretchen arrives through the main doors, perhaps slightly delayed, the clank of steel, and the jangle of spurs, straight backed and with long strides downwards to the stage. Her eyes straight ahead, arms clasped behind her back. She keeps her Busby on.

Looking about, Zane spots where Coop and Beth found seats for them. Waving to the fledglings who arrived before, he follows along with Shelly to settle in and take a seat. There is a quiet discussion between the Deputy, Scourge and the pair of fledglings as Zane catches them up on events that transpired at the entrance.

Cassie arrives looking about as unreasonably stylish as always, wearing a /very/ short, sheer black bustier mini-dress and pantyhose paired with five-inch Louboutin So Kate stilettos and a cheetah-print jacket kept off-shoulder and draped over her arms - because let's be real, why would she let her coat take the focus away from that dress? The outfit is matched with playfully dramatic cat-eye make up, a dainty white-gold&ruby choker, and cherry red lipstick to match her long, perfectly manicured nails and the bottoms of her shoes.

She moves as easily as if barefoot in the the tall, needle-thin heels, every gracefully precise step making a clicky-clacky sound in rhythm with the teasing sway of her perfectly rounded hips as she makes her way further into the room alongside the tall androgynys Norwegian, plush lips curved into an amused little smile and big blues flitting about curiously between Zebastian and the many gathered people.

The tiny Toreador giggles softly at whatever was just shared between the two, eyes dancing, following along to what is apparently where they'll be seated. Anyone that might look their way are offered a sweetly kittenish smile and in some cases a gently wiggle of fingers of one little hand.

Sveta makes herself comfortable up on the stage. This consists of folding her legs beneath her, settling her palms on her knees, and watching attentively as the city's various undead emerge from haven and grave to flaunt their Sunday Best. She allows a crooked grin to spread across her face as Zebastian shows up, striped and chipper, before raising a hand to pantomime sipping from a demure little teacup, pinkie finger extended.

That's when Summer enters. Sveta trails her with a placid expression, then responds, simply.

"Not mine, at least." She tap-taps one of her canines, before one of the new arrivals catches her eye. It's not the procession of anarchs, although they do get a meaningful glance; it's the sad clown, moping his way up to a quiet corner. She watches him settle in, then simply arches her eyebrows in acknowledgement. It might come across as sympathetic, if one wasn't familiar with the Russian's sense of irony.

Cassie too arrives, and the German Tremere turns his cold gaze to watch her, too. Lydon smirks coldly and leans back into his seat to watch the display unfold in front of him.

Listening to what Christian murmurs, Vy smiles, then puts her hand on his shoulder. Leaning in, she replies to him, her expression for her coterie mate a fond one. Then, she directs them to their seats, finding hers and readying her attention for the stage.

Aspen feels the weight of something observing her, and quickly glances over the assembled in their seats. She is stymied when she finds herself looking back at Lydon. Blinking hugely, she stares for a moment too long and then swiftly shifts her eyes away. She sits down stiffly at Vy's behest, next to Christian.

The lights in the auditorium dim up and down several times --- the sign that Court is about to begin. Normally this is the time when Crawley stands up and does his thing. However, there is a newly appointed Herald of the Prince of Los Angeles, Gretchen von Eisen, who now is to take to the stage and call Court to order.

Crawley sits quietly in his seat, hands folded on his lap. As the Prince arrives, he rises slightly and bows to her when the sovereign takes her seat. To those who look or nod to him, particularly Schultz, the Nosferatu gives a dip of his head. He seems to note the arrival of Christian and the rest of his Anarchs.

Avery settles into a seat near Lydon, offering a small smile then in greeting to Violet as she finds her way to a seat. Legs crossing casually, her head turns a bit to watch as others make their arrival this evening, considering each quietly - especially those she's not laid eyes on before.

So many faces tonight - though Zebastian doesn't seem surprised, just persistently amused; giving Shelly an up-nod, should she glance his way - Zane and Quinn, too. Ushering Cassie along to their seats, there is a slight pause as the Malkavian catches sight of Clarence, but then again there's a pause too when he looks to Beau --- the consummate clown getting a half a grin of acknowledgement, before turning to flash back to Sveta, because why the hell not? Zeb's in High Spirits apparently, dipping his head so he can murmur something to Cassie, then offer her a hand so she doesn't topple over on those killer heels en route to getting settled in their own private island, lights getting low.

Zebastian's attention flits from Crawley to Gretchen, and he smooths his coat back three times before finally, finally sitting down.

Harper smiles over as she sees Shelly and Zane walk in with the rest of the Crew, her hand lifting lightly to wave fingers in greeting. She watches where they settle, then leans to murmur softly to Liz and Lunette before she slides out of her seat to walk over towards where the group settles to sit down next to them.

Gretchen takes a look off to the side giving a low, respectful nod of her head to Summer. Then she steps forwards with that every present grind of metal, coming forwards to the center of the stage before the chairs there. A movement of her right arm, across her chest to tap two fingers to her left shoulder as she bows. Rising once more she turns, gazing out at the other seating in a slow look over before she speaks.

"A man may in some ways be superior to his fellows and still serve them, if together they serve a common cause which is greater than any one man. I believe that we serve such a cause, or we would not be doing it."

A moments pause, a movement of her arms to clasp behind her back.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, the court of the Los Angeles Praxis is now officially in session."

A step back and a respectful nod.

"Prinzessin?"

Schultz has partially disconnected.

Dressed just as he was during the last court, wearing a fine black suit and looking every bit the stylish aesthete, Colton settles close to Vy, Christian and Aspen, meeting the occasional gaze that comes their way. Hands slide into his pockets as the introductions begin and the proceedings commence. For an outsider, he sure appears comfortable in this company.

Elizabeth looks up and leans in as Kennedy whispers something to her and she arches a brow while smiling almost scandalously. Her gaze shifts toward Rhys and she studies the man with the curious attention of a shark studying a surfer. Harper's murmur draws a glance and a nod, then Elizabeth is quick to invite Rhys to take the seat Harper vacates once the other woman has stood. She leans in to murmur something to Lunette while waiting to see if Rhys takes the invitation.

Smirking coldly as he earns Aspen's wide gaze, Lydon stare sharply back at her, and then turns his attention back for the stage, appraising the Officers as the speak.

Beau settles into his seat with a sigh and he casts a look around the room just in time to catch Zeb's little half grin and the clown returns it with a tight lipped smirk of his own. His pale blues slide on though and around to the front of the room as the lights begin to flash and the Herald steps forward to call court to session. Lazily, while this is happening, Beau folds his hands over his solar plexus and leans back deeply into his seat so that he can rest his boots on one of the empty chairs in the row in front of him.

Alejandro remians silent and attentive as the Herald speaks and then gives the mainstay of his attention to the Prince though he simultaneously watches the comings and goings of the Court for potential threats.

Seven maintains her position near the door for now, standing near the Keeper at the entrance which allows her to focus on people watching. She pulls a small notepad out of her purse and takes up a pen, tapping it there as she waits for the proceedings to start.

Rhys smiles as Kennedy whispers to him, and offers a nod to her. His hand touches her back respectifully as she takes to the stage and he finds his seat in time for the Court to begin. Seeing the invitation from Elizabeth he does redirect, bowing slightly to her as he takes the seat, using a hushed voice as to not distract.

Lunette leans a touch closer to Liz to hear what she has to say before turning her face her way and lofting her brows. "That so.." Her lips curl to a light grin and she sinks back in her seat, gaze drifting about.

Sveta gives Gretchen's proclamation an applause of three laconic finger snaps. She leans back in her seat, letting her attention roll over to the prince expectantly.

Christian nods a brief greeting to Alejandro in turn, before listening to something Vy says to him in reply. It causes a twitch at the corner of his lips, but one that he smooths shortly after. The interplay between Lydon and Aspen is noticed, and there is a brief mutter to his ghoul before he settles down, listening.

Whispers leave Nisha's mouth as she discusses things with Leo. However, eyes are mainly on the stage before them seeing how things might unfold. Glancing at vaguely familiar faces and moving on to others, fresh and new.

As the dimming lights melt the sound of the occupants into submission, Aspen's eyes remain directed upon the stage. She is rigid in her seat, lodged between Colton and Christian, at attention. For now, she affects someone pristine and unruffled, dry-swallowing with an even expression. She merely nods once to Christian without turning her head when he addresses her.

Santino folds his hands in front him retaining his place just outside the garden as it were. He has a polite, pencil thin smile while he glances around at the assembly of undead. He makes sure to tilt his head in deference to the Prince and gives the Herald his attention as they open court.

Quinn listens passively as the introduction is made, her pale gaze fanning out over those gathered in search of faces -- both new and old. A faint twitch of her lips curl into a hint of a smile, catching sight of Harper relocating her seating as she offers her a silent nod of her head before finally shifting her attentions back to the Prince in wait of her announcements.

Leo nods to Nisha his blue eye gazing around. He whispers back to her as he adjusts his suit and places his hands in his lap.

Cassie's attention seems about equally divided between peering around at the gathered people and the whole setting, and her hushly shared words with the tall, pale Malkavian, leaning in a little to listen when he speaks and smiling with a little nod at whatever is said even while her big eyes continue to flit about, before happily accepting the offered hand and then lowering down and nimbly slipping onto a seat, crossing one leg over the other at turning her attention - at least mostly - to the stage.

Summer laughs at Sveta's reply, her nose giving the smallest crinkle of amusement. She casts a pointed look toward the Malkavian's fangs and then back up again, eyes dancing, but the flicker of the lights precludes the chance to reply. The Toreador straightens from her conspirator's lean and turns to more formally recognize the Court, the softest hint of a smile remaining on her pillowy lips. As the lights brighten anew, she takes stock of several interesting faces in attendance, which is likely why one of her eyebrows has fixed itself in a curious little arch. From the broad swath of Anarchs to the mysteriously returned Beau, it seems as if this will be an interesting night. With the Herald's greeting completed, the Prince will delicately incline her head and address the auditorium.

"Good evening, Kindred of Los Angeles," she says, smiling warmly, "And thank you, Herald Von Eisen. Your voice is a welcome addition to these proceedings -- and one that allows the Seneschal a well-deserved reprieve from the spotlight." She flashes a playful glance in the Nosferatu?s direction, followed by an amicable wink, and then extends a similarly warm glance in Gretchen?s direction. With those pleasantries completed, the Prince turns around once more to speak to the Court.

"I will leave most of the announcements to the Herald," Summer says, "But I wish to remind everyone that we currently have three Blood Hunts active. The first extends to the Hollywood Anarch Mister Karner Blue for spying on the Camarilla at the behest of the Sabbat, albeit under duress. We are all well aware that the only reason he still ?lives? -- in the loosest sense of the word -- is due to his indentured servitude to Baron Abrams. Mr. Blue is therefore untouchable unless he makes the ill-advised decision to step foot downtown." She pauses to offer a wry smile and then continues. "The second and third Blood Hunt belongs to two former members of the Southside coterie known as the Swarm -- the Gangrel Jordan and the Malkavian Bill Boucher. Although neither has been seen since fleeing to the Sabbat fortress known as Deadfall, it is very possible that the latter is still flitting around with a different face, presumably in Anarch territory."

Summer turns her eyes to the crowd, seeking out the few Anarch faces she recognizes, and adds, "I advise all of the Tower?s guests to remember their treachery and to encourage your figureheads to maintain their guard. Baroness Cheyenne was betrayed by their ilk and there is no reason to doubt that Bill would seek to infiltrate your ranks again." The Prince emanates palpable displeasure before casting a glance toward the Herald, signaling she may continue.

The gargantuan creature in the back remains leaning against the wall, big enough to look like it could support the weight of the building itself. For now, Clarence simply scans and watches with those eerie feral eyes, black pupils widening amidst the dim light. It pauses her and there on a few faces, noting them individually, and occassionally raises a robed arm to wipe some of the drool that idly flows from the wide maw of exposed teeth. Once things begin to start though he maintains his attention on those that are talking.

Schultz comes to a loose sort of attention, one leg crossed over the other, leaning toward the empty chair beaide him with his arm draped over the back. At the reminder of the bloodhunts, he gives a single nod. He doesnt seem to have forgotten.

As the Herald begins talking, Shelly settles into her seat and takes out a piece of red yarn and starts playing a bit of cats cradle to keep her twitchy hands occupied. The prince's warnings get a very serious look on her face and rather forceful twist of the string in particular at the mention of both the disgraced Malkavians.

Beau is comfortably slouched into a sleepy lean with a suspiciously vacant expression on his face -- his eyes appear to be open but there is no one home behind that chilly gaze. At least he isn't snoring. He continues to stare at a bit of floor in the distance as things happen around him and his hands in those fingerless gloves are still comfortably laced together... still as death.

Zebastian nods in return to Cassie, and he may have murmured something to her -- but the Norwegian kid's attention slips back to Summer, because, well, how could it not? There is a sobering to the Malkavian's features at the mention of the various Blood Hunts - cheeks sucked on, lips pursed with sour disdain at those named. Hand lifts, brushing hair out of his eyes - if that was a nod of agreement to keep guard? Ambiguous -- but the reminder of Sabbat treachery certainly has sharpened those features. Hands smooth at his cuffs in three little brushes, and Zebastian settles to observe; pale eyes flicking over the gathering before stilling on stage once more.

Sveta listens placidly for a few moments before letting her gaze fall to her lap. She finds an errant thread on her pants, loose on one end of a patch that reads CLOUD RAT, and begins pulling on it, watching the fabric slowly deconstruct itself.

Harper settles into a seat next to Shelly, crossing her legs and refolding her hands in her lap. She looks to her as she reacts to the names called, giving her a soft smile and a gentle bump of her shoulder to try and console her.

Crawley remains /almost/ perfectly still as Court is called by Gretchen. His gaze shifts to Summer as the Prince stands up to speak her own words. Those draw an approving nod from the Nosferatu, clearly agreement with the words that she speaks. One might even notice a faint hint of emotion, anger?, creep into his twisted visage as at least one of those names is mentioned. Who, remains an engima.

All of Kennedy's attention is on Gretchen at first in her debut as Herald. As she announces that court has begun she gives her a respectful nod and turn her attention to the Prince. The reminder of active blood hunts, one in particular, has her eyes turning to the crowd for a moment as she leans back into the seat with squared shoulders. She take a moment to touch the rose she was given to her nose with a very fond smile.

Listening to the Prince, Nisha gives a nod in regards to something Hastings had said. Looking back at Leo, she murmur's quietly - covering her mouth as she speaks.

The pair of black men with clean shaven heads, perfectly manicured facial hair, emaculate attire, and an overall genteel presence, pay close attention when Summer speaks. Theo carefully settles one leg neatly over the other, making sure not to press wrinkles into the fabric as his dark eyes remain on the countenance of the Prince(ess) while she gives her announcements. He is a stoic statue of onyx, no reaction to the mention of blood hunts as he has no skin in the game.

After a brief glance to her clanmates, Avery's attention slowly shifts to the stage as things get underway, hands moving to rest atop the purse set on her lap as she listens, lips pressing gently together as she nods at the mention of the active Blood Hunts.

Setttled in with one arm behind the chair beside him, Zane listens as court starts. The Brujah looks over the crowd as Prince speaks, gauging the reactions of the crowd just before leaning over to listen to a softly spoken question from Coop. Nodding to the fledgling he leans back in his direction and replies, looking up to the stage as he speaks.

There is a faintly audible hiss from the direction of Quinn, clearly when the name 'Jordan' is mentioned -- the Brujah Primogen making no secret of her feelings on the matter. Yet Quinn retains her silence otherwise through the rest of the proceedings for the time being, her gaze again slipping to fan out around the room in observation of everyone else.

Oliver leans back then as he restsa gainst the wall, and he looks over then towards the rest of the proceedings as it seems that those coming in and out have ceased. The doors are closed as Court is called into session, so that those wishing to enter after that will have to step past those watching by the door. There's a seriousness though at both the mention of the Blood Hunts and those that were lost.

Leo raises a brow listening to the prince speak he nods briefly his facial features solemn and stoic. He leans in listening to Nisha and smiles softly at her and whispers a reply back

There is a faint nod towards Avery before she faces forward and listens. Her hands are folded in her lap, over a small black purse that hangs from her right shoulder. She doesn't move, speak, blink... just sits upright and listens, not giving a hint of a reaction at the mention of those who fled to the Sabbat.

Aspen adjusts her hands over her dress, smoothing it over the tops of her thighs as she once again crosses her arms against her chest. For some reason, her expression flounders around at the mention of something Summer says; she lowers her eyes to the row of seats before her mutely.

With a serious expression, Christian nods once to the information given, but he keeps any opinions on the subject matter silent. Information is processed, evaluated, and then he's speaking quietly to Aspen once more, setting his hand on her shoulder before letting it slip away. His focus remains on the Prince and her Court, and the Primogen surrounding her.

There is a faint nod towards Avery before Violet faces forward and listens. Her hands are folded in her lap, over a small black purse that hangs from her right shoulder. She doesn't move, speak, blink... just sits upright and listens, not giving a hint of a reaction at the mention of those who fled to the Sabbat. (( OOC: Whoops )) Gretchen gives a small nod once more, and the softest tilt of her head. Easy movements from her even in her kit upon the stage, gaze travelling over the court once more, the occasional bit of eye contact here and there.

"Two announcements for the court. The first a reminder, as can be taken from the Prinzessin's words, that the stability and the security of the Tower does not extend throughout the entirety of the city. If you find yourself outside of our borders, whether that be in the lands claimed by the Cathayan kindred, or the anarchs, you are assuming risk upon yourself and you cannot count on the protection of the apparatus of those like the good Sheriff Lopez. It is also to note, that we still maintain a non interference policy in regards to the Southside and West Side anarch collectives, and the latter, while calmer, still appears to simmer."

There is a small pause there before she nods.

"The second announcement is that with the recent stability won by all our efforts in these chaotic times, we turn our attention back more towards the pleasantries of our existances, and that favor may be gained with the Prinzessin, or indeed the harpies, by those willing to invest their time and resources in the entertainment of those of the court. We wish you fortune in these endevours."

A second pause there, her hand motioning over to Liz with one of her polite nods.

"The floor to Chancellor Tanner for a moment, before we return to further words from the Prinzessin."

At that nudge from Harper, Shelly holds out the red string, an offer in case the Rose should want it. The news about dangerous territory on the borders isn't surprising and so she nods along. But for the mention of Harpies entertainments her head tilts as she looks to Chancellor and what she might say next.

Cassie just observes the ongoing proceedings with a slightly amused little smile, most of her attention seemingly on the stage and the Prince when she speaks. Her smile loses much of it's amused edge for a moment at the tail end of what Summer says, a quick glance to the side of some of the other Anarchs present before her her eyes return to the stage and she leans sideways just a bit to listen to Zebastian and then murmur something back.

Elizabeth rises from her seat and inclines her head toward the Herald on stage before she turns to face as much of the crowd as she is able. The scrawny waif takes a moment to clear her throat before she speaks in a clear voice that carries well in the music hall's astounding acoustics.

"Good evening, fellow kindred and friends. I have only two new boons to announce this evening. First, the Ventrue Primogen Max Michaelson has offered a Minor Boon to Ian Stamford. A good tiding for the future relations between the Ventrue of Downtown and Hancock Park, I think. Also, the Ventrue Sterling Barclay-Lockwood has offered me a Trivial Boon for assistance in a matter within Elysium."

The Toreador's gaze falls on no one person in particular as she looks out among the crowd until she turns toward the stage and directs her attention to Crawley in the Seneschal's seat. "By the accounting of the Chancellor's office, Seneschal Crawley remains the most credited member of our society this evening with Prince Summer Hastings, Clan Tremere, and Ian Stamford a ways behind." Elizabeth's gaze then moves to Gretchen, "Our Herald, the Grafin Gretchen Von Eisen holds the most debt of favor with Harper Campbell and Primogen Max Michaelson close behind."

Turning back toward the crowd, Elizabeth offers one last statement before taking her seat. "Please do not take this credit or debt of favor as a negative reflection on the individuals named. The offering of Boons in exchange for favors and services is a pivotal part of kindred society and all those who participate help to better our society." A final nod toward Gretchen signals that the Chancellor is done.

Simmering, where? Zebastian looks cool as a proverbial cucumber, lounging back in that auditorium seat - hand idly twisting at a lock of hair as he listens to Gretchen address the Kindred gathered. That soured disdain at the earlier mention of Sabbat infiltrators has ebbed away, leaving something contemplative and daresay dreamy - albeit in a hyper, flutter-butterly kind of way. Head dips, half hidden behind his hair as he murmurs to Cassie, then listens -- smiling, hair still twisting between his fingers in idle loops.

Seven scribbles away at her notepad as she listens to the proceedings, her pen scratching away at the paper. She pauses only to look up, study the crowd's expressions and reactions, and then her eyes return to her work. Scribble scribble scratch scribble.

Cole shifts just slightly, still seemingly at ease despite so much business that wasn't at all his. He elbows Aspen ever-so-lightly and possibly even manages the faintest quirk of lips into a wisp of a smile. But his gaze was still on those on, or near, the stage.

Leo listens to everything watching as much as he can. Eye forward as people speak a curious look in his eyes that doesn't match the stoic expression on the rest of his features.

Beau is still meditating about that bit of floor, his eyes lingering ever-vacantly upon a sliver of aisle he could see across the room. Surely, he never once blinks but that simply adds something to the distance in his gaze. Something funny about that clown.

Harper's smile warms and she reaches to take the offered string from Shelly, curling her fingers through it before she turns her attention back to the stage. Nothing said so far seems to illicit a look of surprise from the Rose, quiet as proceedings continue.

Aspen folds her hands in her lap, leaning towards Christian as he murmurs something to her. With an uptick of her eyes to his face, she nods, then leans back in her chair. For a moment she seems fixated on someone in the crowd; her pose is arctic, gaze unflinching. It's the driving force of Colton's elbow that stirs her back to life. A smirk at her brother, and then she is looking back to the last speaker on stage.

Crawley watches the proceedings like some mini-chickenhawk from his low perch on the seat next to the Prince. This is the first time many have not seen the Nosferatu take center-stage as the 'DJ' of LA's most boring nightclub. While he is clearly watching to make sure everything goes smoothly, he seems perfectly content to not speak. Instead, he lurks in the long shadows of the throne, quite at home.

"Thank you Chancellor Tanner." Gretchen nods her head, face still passive despite her own name being called. Her hand raising up slightly for a moment.

"The court has no announcement of posistional movement within the officer corps, nor have any claims or changes to Domain within the territory been recently adjucated."

Her head nods over to Summer softly.

"If the Prinzessin desires to speak on any member of the Praxis?"

Schultz listens quietly and picks invisible lint off his pantleg. With the Chancellor's report concluded, he turns back to Gretchen expectantly. Then, after that, to Summer.

Sveta stops pulling the thread on the patch when it threatens to unravel enough to compromise the black stitching that secures it to her jeans' thigh. She's left with an off-white, palm sized tumbleweed of cotton, and seperates it from the main body of the patch with a two handed tug in opposite directions. With a flick, she sends it floating down to the stage beneath her and returns to watching Elizabeth's profile as she addresses the assembled crowd.

Lunette's attention is locked before her, though glances to the side when Elizabeth speaks. She offers her a soft smile, then looks towards Gretchen, listening as she rests comfortably in her seat. Clarence just broods back on the wall, arms crossed about it's broad chest while it's animal like eyes slowly scan over the crowd with an intense look about him. Nonethless he is quiet and attentive while the others speak.

The Brujah Primogen closes her eyes for a moment, lifting a hand to rub the bridge of her nose. Listening to the proceedings going on around her, Quinn just retains her silence. Eventually she lowers her fingers and reopens her eyes, sparing a sidelong glance over towards Sveta with a faint smirk before looking back towards the others gathered on the floor with a rather benign interest.

Vy listens quietly - some things go beyond her understanding, really, talk of boons and officers. But, she does her best to give it all her polite, thoughtful attention, with the occasional side glance at her seat mates.

The Prince listens with poised interest, her weighted attention first leveled upon the Herald during her announcements and then neatly transferred to Elizabeth during the Accounting. With the mention of the Nosferatu Spymaster holding the most boons owed, the corner of her mouth flits up into a smirk -- just enough to pinch one of her dimples just *so* -- and she casts a glance in the small goblin's direction. "Who can say that you are not the popular one after all, Seneschal?" Her tone carries the tickle of a tease before she nods at Gretchen and returns her brilliant smile toward the crowd.

"Tonight, I will award two favors," the Prince says, her posture gracefully elongating, "The first goes to our new Keeper, Oliver Lancaster of Clan Ventrue, and the second, to Chancellor Elizabeth Bennett of Clan Toreador." The Rose takes a moment to flit a glance between both individuals, her expression warm and approving. "I credit these Kindred with gathering relevant intelligence on the Wan Kuei in Koreatown and disseminating the information to relevant parties. While our other enemy, the Sabbat, operates with much flashier brutality, it is important to remember the quieter menace who shares our borders."

Summer lets those words linger with emphasis before once more softening her expression with a smile. "I thank Chancellor Bennett and Keeper Lancaster for their service, as well as the members of Hancock Park for continuing to act as a buffer against our neighboring foes."

<OOC> Summer says, "Oh, please substitute Tanner for Bennet. >.> Apparently I referenced the wrong crazy lady--I mean individual."

Leaning over again as Coop and Beth ask their question through court, learning of the proceedings, Zane shrugs. Whatever he is explaining softly to the pair the word Princess and Prince are heard. Shaking his head he seems to be explaining the title to the confused fledglings. Looking from the pair of Brujah over to Shelly he grins and gives another shrug of his shoulders.

Alejandro listens to the discussion of boons and nods as the Prince discusses her dispensation of boons, offering polite applause at each award and a broad smile and polite nod to Chanceller Bennet in particular.

Shelly may have offered her current fidget toy to Harper, but that's fine. The Deputy's keeps her hands clasped in her lap and just the occassionl twitch or twiddle of her thumbs as she listens quietly and nods when appropriate, and a very serious nod at the mention of the useful information gathered from Koreatown, and rewards bestowed for it. As for Zane's grin, she just gives a shrug of her shoulders.

Schultz quirks a brow slightly at the end of Summer's pronouncement. He ceases his lean slightly, adjusting his posture to something more upright and proper.

The Irish Ginger takes a moment to glance at Oliver and then tries to figure out who is Bennet as the favors are given. She raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow with intrigue and curiosity. She then returns her attention towards Summer and the officers on stage. Exqueezeme?

Oliver looks a little surprised at that, as he stands near the door, but goes from leaning against it to tugging once on the hem of his coat and nodding politely, a bow to the Prince from over by the doors. Who knew that doing your homework would get one rewards? He does glance over to Elizabeth though, nodding his head at the woman for the project they've worked on together.

Avery reaches up to absently tuck some hair behind one ear as her gaze continues to shift between those onstage, ever attentive to each word spoken. There's a slight tilt of her head as the Prince announces her favors, and she then glances at Violet and Lydon in turn before looking back to the stage once more.

Aspen looks sideways across Christian's seat towards Vy. She watches the woman for a matter of moments, then shifts her attention back to the stage.

Elizabeth's widening eyes betray a momentary hint of surprise before she regains her composure. A fond smile is returned to Summer and a nod of her head toward Oliver before she settles back into her seat and murmurs to Lunette and Rhys, both to either side of her in 'Toreador Row'.

Cassie makes a minor adjustment to her neatly coiffed hair as she listens, glancing down a few times to idly check her nails before looking up again. She doesn't look bored, not exactly, but.. perhaps a little underwhelmed? Something like that. She seems to be paying well enough attention at least, and the mention of Boons does cause her to turn her head a little and glance sideways up at Zeb with a curious look for a moment before eyes return to the stage as the Prince takes the word once more.

Rhys has been following the proceedings, and keeping an air of polite interest. He regards each speaker as it is their turn, and leans in to whisper to Elizabeth once she has been awarded the favor with a smile on his face.

Santino silently mouths an "Ah" at the Prince's next string of annoucement, the smile never shaking from his face. The Neonate casts a momentary glance toward his Primogen before returning his attention to those officiating the evening's event.

Lunette turns her head slightly and glances back for a moment, and then she is leaning towards Liz, a light smile upon her lips as she murmurs something back.

As the gratitude is expressed by Princess Summer, the dark skinned man in his rediculously expensive suit lifts his hands for gentle applause, fingertips just barely tapping the inside of his palms. Theo is paying keen attention to keep up as well, not exactly knowing everybody else in court. Yet, he does have a keen eye and even sharper wit, making it easier to puzzle it all together with rapidity.

Quinn nods silently in appreciation of the favors bestowed, offering light applause in return at the announcement. In fact, it's probably the first time she's actually appeared really engaged the entire Court session. She offers a faint smile in the direction of both the Chancellor and Keeper before letting her applause cease and hands fall back to her lap once more.

There's a little clap from Seven, a very polite but very mechanical set of claps really but she goes back to her writing and scribbling on her notepad soon after.

Gretchen nods her head softly, giving both Liz and Oliver time to bask in earned achievements before her hand raises once more. "New faces, often become old friends. We have several kindred here tonight petitioning for recognition and residency within the graces of the tower."

Her body turns for a moment, towards the chairs.

"Primogen Peter Crawley, would you please escort Mr. Clarence to the stage, please."

Leo looks up a brow raises and he glances around at all those gathered and their reactions he leans in to speak softly with Nisha again before straightening up.

With the Prince's announcement of favors Kennedy would join in with the light applause filling the chamber. It perhaps becomes a little more pronounced as Elizabeth's name is mentioned. As the applause begins to die down she resumes watching the proceedings while casually turning the rose between her fingers. She looks to Crawley as he's mentioned by Gretchen and then begins seeking a face in the crowd to put to the other name.

Zebastian's pale eyes stop scanning the crowd - stage - faces - lights - big beautiful pipe organ that looms over the back of the Auditorium's dais, woefully silent and untouched. Hair is twisted around his fingers idly, no applause --- but he's looking over to Elizabeth as she heads back to Rose Row, offering an enigmatic smile should they catch glimpse of one another. Cassie snags his attention next, and the Malkavian dips his head - smile obscured by his hair as they speak in hushed undertones. So it goes at Court.

The corner of Sveta's mouth twitches in Elizabeth's direction as she's honored. Otherwise, the Russian seems marginally disaffected with the ceremonial rewards. She does seem uncomfortable in her seat, however. She twists left and right, unfolding and refolding her legs beneath her.

Crawley nods as his name is mentioned. He rises from the chair next to the Prince and toward the center of the auditorium stage. He then waits for Clarence to join him, which then makes a fairly comical scene of this giant creature standing next to what looks like a child. Or maybe Master and Blaster.

After a pause the Nosferatu Primogen bows to the Prince, "Your Highness, I present to you Clarence of Clan Nosferatu, also known as Croc. He has been a resident of city for Los Angeles for sometime but has been .. resting .. for a number of years. He returns to us now and we felt it best he present himself to you."

"I have extensive experience with Croc," the Sewer Rat continues, "and I will personally vouch for his loyalty to the Camarilla. He has had my back in quite a few dangerous situations and will prove an asset to the Tower in nights to come."

He then backs off and lets Clarence stand for himself before the Prince.

Aspen's eyes follow Clarence's advance to the stage, her orbits growing incrementally larger when he stands up next to Crawley, outlining their stark difference in height. She leans forward slightly, transfixed on the unique features of the former.

The crusty Russian Malkavian atop the stage gives Clarence a warm, beaming grin as he approaches. She even gives him a little fingertip waggle as he comes to join the Seneschal for his introduction. Clarence pushes off the wall now with his soaked bandaged hands, leaving behind a large smear on the wall behind him. Good thing they have good help around to keep the place tidy.

The beast stalks it's way towards the stage, feral eyes casting a gaze across the area, watching the others gathered for their reactions as the rows of dangerously sharp teeth are flashed at the crowd. Some of his kind seem to hate how they look or hide it away, but it is clear in the how he confidently carries himself towards the stage that he is not one of those.

One giant step and it clears the steps to the stage, the bandaged foot placed down upon it, squishing out a gooey substance upon the base of the stage. He comes next to Crawley, towering over him and peers down at the fellow Nosferatu with what is almost considered a smile as the large maw curls upwards.

The beast finally bows his head to Crawley, and then turns towards Summer. "The Seneschal is to kind with his words." It rasps, and then drops to one knee to kneel and dip its head towards Summer, "I live to serve the greater good of our own." The beast growls out and then slowly begins to rise, "I look forward to serving in any manner I may to this city."

Violet once more meets Avery's gaze with a nod. For some reason, she's being extra quiet tonight. Extra... cold? Maybe she's just focusing on what's going on. The one thing that seems to break her icy gaze is the introduction of Croc. She cants her head to her right as she listens. Croc. Interesting name. She can certainly understand why.

Summer angles herself to watch Crawley rise and move for the introduction, her gaze flicking from him to the 'new' Nosferatu in question. The difference in their statures is astounding, making her hazel-green gaze ping-pong between the exceptionally tall monster and his bite-sized Primogen. "Thank you, Seneschal," she says, before shifting the full weight of her attention to the crocodilian Kindred, "And welcome back Mister Clarence. I am told that you have returned to us after a long and dreamless sojourn at the hands of the Sabbat." The Toreador pauses long enough to fix him a gentle look of consideration before saying, "Your Primogen has spoken glowingly of your history in this city and has already debriefed me on the reason for your torpor, but I wonder if you would share the harrowing account with your fellow Kindred?" The Toreador tilts her head with a delicate ripple of her long red hair.

Nisha's eyes go to the big scary reptilian brute known as Croc, waiting for him to do a formal introduction and see exactly how it's done. Especially, since he was quite.... monstrous. Watching with baited breath that could last - forever.

The gangrel would give a friendly wave from a distance. Once he was done kneeling and looking all lizard knight'ed, of course.

Leo watches Croc and his introduction a brow raised a bit he does nod to the other. Than leaning back he watches again listening to the words being spoken.

Harper looks up curiously as an introduction is called for from the Seneschal, head turning to watch the brute of a Nosferatu make his way up to the front. Her head tilts a little as she glances back and forth between the two as they stand before the Prince, likely noting the size difference herself with a touch of surprise.

Zebastian's fractured focus flutters as the exchange of introductions is given up at the dais -- that easy, dreamy smile persisting as he looks from Crawley to Clarence. No cringe, no surprise or alarm at the Nosferatu as he squishes to address the Court... The Westsider just seem hazily curious, like it were all a very compelling dream. Head tips in Cassie's direction, and his hand nearly -- but doesn't quite -- touch her shoulder.

That hazy smile falters though, when Summer speaks of the Sabbat in passing; a dreamless sleep that Clarence was subjected to... Sobers him up, although there's something a touch pained there - glassy, thousand yards, five thousand, infinity... Then a blink of focus at Summer's request to Clarence, and the Malkavian tries, oh boy does he try, to pay attention to the present moment.

While he might not see it up towards the dais, Shelly does her best to offer moral support with a big thumbs up to Croc from her seat... a seat which she's then on the edge of as soon as Summer asks for an account of what might have been the reason for the torpor.

As the large Reptilian Nosferatu steps forward and makes his presence known, Quinn's lips curl into a half-smile for the rather gooey repulsion of a man. Granting him a slow bow of her head and wink, she says nothing more and lets her gaze slide sidelong towards the Seneschal before once again fanning out towards the rest of those gathered -- watching and listening in silence.

Elizabeth shifts her weight in her seat so she is leaning in toward Lunette and she murmurs something quietly to the ghoul while staring up at the large form of Clarence on stage beside the smaller Seneschal and Prince.

Avery shifts a bit in her seat as she watches Clarence move forward, those green eyes of hers lighting up with curiosity at the sight presented onstage though her expression itself remains fairly neutral.

Lunette's expression is mostly passive as she stares at the stage and what is happening upon it, but whatever Liz whispers makes her turn her face quickly towards the woman. She blinks a little and slowly looks back to the stage, giving a light shudder.

Summer belatedly extends one pale hand toward Clarence, her fingers flitting up as she says, "Please rise." She looks rather touched by the formality -- and maybe a *smidge* embarrassed -- if only because it's a gesture rarely offered in modern nights. She joins the rest of the auditorium in waiting with bated breath (symbolically of course) for his tale.

The large reptilian like head slowly nods at the Princes request, and he lets out a low growl. Perhaps a bit unhappy at the request. Maybe it doesn't like the limelight. Regardless the beast turns towards the others in the crowd, "In 2003 the war was going on between all fronts. Ourselves in the tower." Clarence's pauses for a moment and the hand suddenly raises out, pointing in the direction of the anarchs which sends a bit of slimy goo into the crowd. Hopefully they dodge that. "The Wan Kuei and the Sabbat." The last of the words, drawing those vicious lips into a snarl, "I was heading part of the team hitting the sabbat on the frontlines. Devouring them. Tearing them limb from limb." He turns once more to Summer, the excitement in his eyes growing as he talks about the violence he inflicted, "But reputations draw attention." Which might explain why he was hesitant of explaining, "Attention that drew their forces upon me. Overwhelming even a creature such as me." It states, hands moving out across it's large form, "I succumbed to my injuries, but the good seneschal here helped get me to safety. I owe him my life." The creature finishes growling out, hands clenching just a touch.

+ROLL/+DICE> Sveta: Perception + Empathy vs. 8 -> 1 success. (10 8 7 3 2 1)

Considering the Court, Lydon arches a quiet brow for the events as they proceed. A glance is briefly stolen towards remaining Tremere nearby, considering their reactions.

Alejandro watches the reptilean kindred with a keen eye, nodding in time with his explanation and looking between Crawley and Clarence when the tale is done.

When Clarence is called to the stage, Cassie's big eyes widen for a moment and her pert nose twitches visibly as she follows the Nosferatu's large form make his way there, smile for the first time fading fully from her cherry-painted lips. She doesn't quite look aghast, more like.. worried or maybe concerned, but clearly she's not quite sure /what/ to think, eyes flickering about - possibly to gauge the reaction of others - before she leans in and whispers something to Zebastian again, eyes never leaving the large Reptilian Nossie.

Sveta sobers some as Clarence rises to share his tale with the court. She's not feigning the giggling schoolgirl anymore; she's plainly watching him curiously, perhaps even carefully, as she allows her senses to sharpen to degree that allows the metaphysical to be observed.

Clearly, it doesn't reveal much - or, if it does, more pressing matters occur to her, like:

"No commemorative t-shirt? They must have been even cheaper back then."

The Prince listens to the account with obvious interest, her smile fading in favor of appropriate sobriety. Once the Nosferatu has finished speaking, she inclines her head and says, "Thank you, Clarence. The Tower is indeed fortunate to have you as an asset and, if it is vengeance you seek, I am certain you will have your chance." A beat. "I am more than willing to recognize your place amongst downtown's Kindred. Thank you for your former valiance and welcome to back." Summer's lips rise in a smile broad enough to warrant a pinch of her dimples before once more dipping her head, indicating that the Nos may return to his seat. She then shifts, eyes turning to the Herald with a prim nod. Next!

Aspen curls her hands, her nails biting in and creating temporary, crescent moons against the bottoms of her palms. She leans forward in her seat, her face disclosing nothing but awe. When the tale is done she reclines in her seat, expression once again neutral.

Gretchen nods her head softly, her head nodding to Clarence respectfully as she speaks lowly.

"El Cocodrillo, good to see you again."

Her hand then raises up, her voice raising back up to its carrying tone as she once more turns to face the chairs.

"Primogen Kennedy Wilde, if you would be so kind as to escort Mr. Santino Belusconi to the stage please."

Kennedy's attention shifts from Clarence to Gretchen when the Herald calls upon her and she dips her head politely before standing. As she gracefully makes her way forward those eyes next befall Santino in the crowd, motioning at her side for him to join her with a gentle curl of her fingers. Once Santino has arrived Kennedy offers him a reassuring wink and then turns to Summer, smiling warmly.

"Your Grace," she says, "please allow me to present to you Mr. Santino Bersculoni. Mister Bersculoni is a recent arrival from San Francisco seeking residence within our city. At present he has made arrangements to stay downtown though has expressed an interest in joining us out west, in Hancock Park specifically. As a patron of the arts running his own non-profit he has demonstrated to me the ability and willingness to put down stable roots."

Kennedy steps back and slightly to the side, letting Santino take the spotlight.

Focus. Zebastian is experiencing a rare moment of hyper-focus as Clarence shares his experience -- leaning forward a touch in that chair, his hands smoothing over the cuffs of his jacket, self-soothing against the fabric or something--- for a moment it's like he might just fall into whatever narrow focus he's found himself in -- only there is a delightful Westside Toreador murmuring by his ear, and over yonder a crusty Cammie Malk is making a quip.

Zeb's hands lift up, covering his mouth -- to keep from crying or laughing out? The world will never know! There's a flutter of movement - smoothing his hair and face and clothes, then finally turning to lean closer to Cassie and reply, only twitching a little. Difficult to sit still for so long, naturally. Court rolls on.

Crawley listens to Croc recount the story of his savagery paid against the Sword of Caine and his fall during the battle. He nods slowly and seems to approve. As the massive Nosferatu mentions his name in the tale he bows ever so slightly to him, a strange gesture for a Primogen to make but clearly is a sign of some humility in the face of what is considered a great honor among Kindred society.

He remains silent, eyes looking back toward the Prince in case the Rose has more questions. The Primogen stands behind and to the right of his Clansman.

When the Prince accepts Clarence under the Fifth Tradition and dismisses them both, he bows to her and says, "The Hidden Clan thanks you, Your Highness."

The Nosferatu then shrinks back to his seat on the right side of Summer and settles down once again, folding his hands upon his lap as he waits the next intro.

Leo listens to the tale and nods, his face shows the right emotions for the different aspects but quickly returns to stoic and solemn.

Clarence raises a long green fingered and bandaged hand to his chest, clutching it and placing it against the middle of his chest, "Thank you, Miss Hastings." It rasps through the large maw once more, nodding it's head slowly. A glance is given to Gretchen, and one of those yellowish green eyes giver her a wink in response to her greeting. While he may be a confident type he certainly does not waste anytime in getting off the stage and returning back to his wall in the back and watch the others.

Santino rises on his heels when his name is called looking toward the elder of his clan for any motion to join her. When beckoned he wastes no time moving to the other Toreador's side. After Kennedy introduces him he takes his cue and steps forward offering a bow to prince and sundry. He seems to be inclined to patiently wait, not speaking until asked to speak.

Shelly nods somberly as Croc tells his battle story, and gives an elbow nudge to both Zane and Harper next to her. And then the Roses go up to grace the stage and while Shelly might still be watching intently, it might be with just a tad less eagerness than she was for the Hidden Clan's unique presentation.

Watching this mild spectacle is a likely a little entertaining to Colton, judging by the intensity of the way he watched Clarence, but there was no sign of any untoward behavior, only a slight lean to Aspen.

Harper watches the big Nos finish up his introduction and then depart, giving Shelly a soft smile at the nudging. Then Kennedy is being called forward and she looks with interest at the news of a new clansman. Her eyebrows lift slightly as she sees it is indeed a male Rose, and there's the soft murmur to her seating companion of. "Unicorn." an amused smile on her face.

Rhys listens to the story of the Croc and seems to be almost remembering at the story. He offers a nod and an appreciative smile mirroring the Prince's thanks for his service, and even follows his as he leaves the stage till the next order of business is brought. As Kennedy stands he watches her intently, and turns to look to the other Rose as Santino approaches the stage.

The Prince offers a warm smile to her fellow Roses as Kennedy and Santino move to take front and center. As they position themselves, she waits with preternatural stillness and serene grace, neither needing to breathe nor blink to ruin that patience visage -- even if her complexion, as always, masquerades a healthy blush. "Thank you, Primogen Wilde," she says, first addressing the senior Toreador. Her eyes flit to Santino next, looking him up and down with quiet curiosity, before finding his face. There is a flash of interest at the mention of the new petitioner being a patron of the arts, her lovely face canting to the side. "A pleasure to meet you, Mister Bersculoni. And welcome to Los Angeles." A delicate pause. "It's lovely to have another patron in the city -- especially one who focuses on overlooked talent through a non-profit. May I ask what your favorite artistic medium is?"

All the while Clarence is being acknowledged and tells his story of dealings with the Sabbat, Theodore still remains silent and without movement. "Splendid anecdote. Perhaps he will become a valuable soldier against the Sabbat." he comments in a low tone to the man seated next to him, though his attention has never wandered from the stage and those people upon it. His deep chocolate brown eyes seem to gravitate most of all to Summer as she continues with the duties of her lofty position. <English>

Elizabeth's gaze hones in on Santino when Kennedy introduces him to the court and the mention of Hancock Park has her smile widening ever-so-slightly. A quiet glance is cast sideways to Lunette before the small Toreador returns her hazel eyes toward the stage. She leans to her left and murmurs something to Rhys beside her. Shelly might have a laugh hidden behind her hand at the Unicorn comment from harper, before she leans over to whisper some words of her own as well.

Seven watches with interest, though it seems to be sliding between the newcomer and the Nosferatu who is already finished. Her scribbling has stopped for the time being at least with her notepad disappearing into her purse. Watching the going-on, Christian seems to be content to remain silent for the time being, perhaps putting names to faces and listening to what they say before making any comments at his stretch of peanut gallery. Grey eyes flit from one person to the other as they speak.

Silent as she may be, small and unremarkable, but the flit of her movement remains along the outskirts of the big to-do. A waifish young woman makes her way to a seat in the back, her long black and brightly colored hair pulled up back into a loose braid that spills down her back, a black A-line skirt clings to slim hips, a black high-neck chiffon blouse, and the faint clack of her matte black heels finally fall silent as she takes a seat. Dodger crosses her legs, her delicate hands, covered in fitted black gloves, fold into her lap, a slight smile tugs at the corners of her matte black lips. Eyes are a stark pale blue with a vibrant lavender ring around the iris, they survey the gathering before hidden behind lowered thick feathering lashes.

Santino tilts his head as the Prince addresses him directly. "With apologies it is difficult to choose favorite. So many showings of dance, stage, sculpture of paint elevate the human spirit. And that is where my interests lie. In empowering that art which empowers us as humane creatures, enriches the soul. I suppose if I had to choose it would be paint. The spirit of Sacrebleu has always held steadfast adoration in my heart. I pray this doesn't dissapoint.". Clarence has now settled back into his favorite spot against the wall, watching the introductions of the Santino with interest, though periodically doing a sweep of the crowd to watch the others reactions.

Harper tilts her head towards Shelly as the two share a quiet exchange, though attention is largely on Santino as he responds to Summer. Whatever is said earns a nod from the woman, and she smiles a little more.

Rhys leans in to speak with Elizabeth briefly, smiling as he sits back upright to return his eyes to the stage. Santino is given the respect of his attention as he answers the Prince's question, and he seems pleased by the answer.

Summer's body is attentively angled, the discussion of ART obviously capturing her interest. What a cliche! She seems pleased with his answer, the soft angling of her lips rising with delight. "Indeed," she finally says, "That is the true beauty of art, isn't it? The ability to manifest emotion and passion and make it into a sensory experience. I encourage you to explore Art Share LA in the Arts District -- it provides work space and housing for upcoming artists, whether they be painters, or musicians, or filmmakers or poets. I find it to be particularly inspiring."

Summer gestures toward Harper, adding, "You might also be keen to meet Miss Campbell who is a fashion designer. Another artistic medium that I am *quite* fond of." She dips her lashes with a playful wink and then says, "Your petition is approved, Mister Bersculoni. Welcome to Los Angeles."

Elizabeth's gaze remains fixed on Santino as he answers the Prince's question though she does sneak one stolen glance toward the far side of the room, toward Clarence when he settles in against that wall. Santino's welcome draws her gaze back to the stage and she raises her hands and applauds gently. A soft elbow nudge encourages Lunette to do the same. Aspen leans towards Christian, bumping her smaller bicep against his. She lowers her voice, murmuring to him, her eyes never leaving the stage and those upon it.

For the entirety of Santino's introduction, Crawley watched both Roses stand in front of the Prince with a passionless look on his face. As Summer accepts him under the Traditions he gives a short nod to recognize that fact. His gaze then drifts back toward the auditorium and the Herald to see if there is more.

What's going on, up in Westside Isle? Just Zebastian soaking in the ambiance -- lounging back in the chair again, head semi-tilted in Cassie's direction; idly looping hair around a finger and paying fragmented attention to the talk of arts and inspiration. Still, the Westside kid doesn't look bored, not at all -- just a bit fidgety. Sitting still and listening? Not exactly Zebastian's forte -- but there's plenty of time for him to distract himself, eyes scanning that beautiful pipe organ in the background. So majestic.

Quinn slides her hands into her jacket pockets, her posture slipping slightly within her chair upon the dais, while continuing her idle perusal of the audience in attendance. She listens with a passing interest -- matching faces to the new names for future reference as her gaze again wanders among the various gathered kindred in search of heavens only knows what.

Lunette is watching Santino closely, and when she feels that soft nudge she lifts her hands from her lap to begin clapping gently for him. Her gaze cuts to the side so she can look at Liz, and the left side of her mouth tugs back just slightly before she returns her attention to Santino.

Santino touches his chest and bows again, "Thank you Prince Hastings. I shall strive to honor both Clan and Camarilla in all I do. And if I publically offer my most sincere gratitude to my honorable Primogen. I know it is no Minor thing to speak well of a Kindred less than a fortnight free of their Accounting.". When appropriate he leaves the attention of proceedings offering a small nod to Kennedy as he moves back to his place in the crowd.

Leo watches Santino with a curious gaze and leans in to speak with Nisha again shaking his head softly. He straightens in his seat again and goes back to people watching.

With Summer's acceptance Kennedy turns to Santino, offering him a reassuring smile. "Thank you, Your Grace," she says, "and welcome, Mister Bersculoni." After returning Santino's nod she walks back to the Rose's seat upon the stage and takes her place, legs crossing once more.

Rhys joins with the applause as Santino's petition is accepted, and he offers a smiling nod to the man, clearly happy to see soemthing good happening for a fellow Rose. As Santino takes his leave of the stage he leans towards him passing by and speaks in a soft voice, "Welcome to LA Mister Bersculoni." HE settles back in as things progress and returns his attention to the stage. Alejandro has disconnected. Shelly pats said Miss Campbell on the back as Harper is called out for her own artistic skills... and ignores that thread that may be unraveling from the hem of her sleeve. While somebody in this little cluster might have fashion sense... it's clearly not Shelly.

Schultz listens to the introductions quietly, attentively, offering light raps on his thigh (hear hear), smiling politely at the new arrival (and newly reawakened).

Gretchen steps forwards after Summer's permission is given, extending her hand out to Santino for a shake and a soft "Welcome aboard."

Then a step backwards, to her posistion, hand raising once more. Though this time she doesn't move to face the chairs as she calls out.

"Sheriff Alejandro Lopez, if you would be so kind as to escort Miss Saoirse Dunbar to the stage."

"If it please the Court," the Sheriff says with his usual poise, "allow me present the latest addition to Clan Tremere, originally hailing from Ireland, Apprentice Saoirse Dunbar. Unsuited to the field of battle, and more to the fields of green, we find that she brings a necessary and unique perspective to our outlook. Though lacking the charm of the roses, we hope that what Charms she does possess meet with the Court's approval."

Saoirse spares a glance over towards Lydon, Avery, and Violet as she stands. She then sneaks a peek towards Gretchen, giving her a grateful nod. She makes sure to compose herself so that she's presentable and then leans over to pick up a potted plant with deep green leaves and tiny yellow flowers. (https://www.gardens4you.ie/pub/media/catalog/product/cache/3a7af0a8e0e317723249dc9098669163/f/d/fd14524wh.jpg) She then brings herself to stand before Summer, "Prince Summer Hastings of the City of Angels. I am amazed at how fitting that truly is." She smiles warmly and then present the potted plant, "I present to you a gift. Lady's Mantle, or better known by it's scientific name: Achellis Vulgaris. In a time long ago, it was believed that the dew that collected on the leaves of the Lady's Mantle was one of the components used to create the Philosopher's Stone. Myth had it that the stone could turn lead into gold, and was the very foundation for alchemy." She gives pause as if she needs to catch her breath? "Some witches believe that applying the dew to their faces that their skin would rejuvenate and make them appear even more beautiful than before." She smiles warmly as she continues, "In my home of the Emerald Isle, Lady's Mantle is often associated with Brigid. She's a member of the Tuatha De Danann. Wisdom, healing, and protection are only but a few things that Brigid is known for. I present this gift as it symbolizes prosperity, protection and healing. A blessing that I wish to bestow your Praxis."

+ROLL/+DICE> Zebastian: Willpower vs. 4 -> 5 successes.

Aspen rubs her wrist with her opposite hand, chasing a phantom pain. She tips her head up at Christian imploringly, and then swivels her face over to Colton to do the same. The two exchange some words, and then Aspen watches as Colton removes himself from his seat and moves up the rows, back to the entrance of the auditorium and out of sight.

Avery watches the introductions with silent interest, each Kindred receiving a studious onceover and a few claps of light applause on acceptance. When Saoirse is presented next and rises, the Irish Tremere is given a brief smile of encouragement and then her gaze follows the redhead to the stage to watch the exchange that follows.

Nisha snickers at something Leo says to her, shaking her head at his comment. However, the neonate was sited in the Anarch section and when Clarence did his epic retelling of his combat with the dreadful Sabbat. He pointed his arms around and flung slime at the crowd, in which the poor girl got /hit/. She hadn't even noticed but when Saoirse takes the stage, the gangrel claps for her - discovering to her horror the nasty gunk on her hand and dress.

The Asian gangrel gives Croc a grimace and a look of _doom_, momentarily. Then shrugs it off. Wiping her hand clean on the empty seat in front of her. "Gross."

Beau glances away from his wool gathering during a Tremere introduction, glancing to the stage for the first time all evening to let out a soft introspective, 'Huh.' Then he a blinks a few times and smiles about something, he looks like he might laugh but his grin drifts off into another one of his vacant expression eventually. Leo laughs handing Nisha his handkerchief perhaps a tad to late. "Here finish cleaning your hands off. Just don't return that k?" He says softly with a chuckle.

Violet's gaze is blank during the introductions. However, that visage breaks when Saoirse rises and glances to her. She returns it with a gentle smile on her lips and her own nod of encouragement, before that hint of an expression fades away as she continues to listen.

Clarence looks more like that type of guy who could use a lot of Achellis Vulgaris. But, no gifts for him. He is content just to flicker his gaze from the stage, and back out until the crowd. The look he gets from Nisha draws that massive maw to curl into as close of a smile as he can possibly give.

The Toreador Prince turns her face toward Alejandro, listening to the introductory preamble with open interest. Is that a twirly bowtie? No, surely not. Once he passes the metaphorical baton, she says, "Thank you, Sheriff Lopez. And welcome, Miss Dunbar." Summer turns a warm smile to the Tremere in question and listens with rapt interest to her presentation. Quite naturally, her gaze is drawn to those pretty yellow flowers, their lovely foliage perhaps the most *alive* thing in this room. "What a very thoughtful gift," Summer says, sounding genuinely impressed. "And a fine display of etiquette."

The Prince rises from her chair to carefully climb the dais steps and make her way toward the lone Tremere. She moves with a graceful sashay, not exactly hurrying but not attempting to *swan* either. Once she reaches Saoirse, she will accept the flowers and actually dip her face to press a posh kiss upon her cheek. When she rises back up to her elfin height, she is left staring down at the redheaded Kindred. "May I ask what brings you all the way from Dublin?" A beat. "Clearly not the sunnier climate." She pairs the statement with a playful wink before falling silent, allowing the Warlock to answer.

Up in Westside Isle, Zebastian's eyes flick away from the glorious pipe organ over yonder -- head turned to ask Cassie something, hair pushed behind his ear as he looks back down to the dais where Gretchen is introducing Saoirse and--- there is a snag of attention there, as the Norwegian kid watches the Tremere make her introduction. It's the beautiful accent, right? Or talk of witchcraft? Philosopher's stone and alchemy? Potted plant of pretty flowers? Talk of pagan Goddesses? Excellent decorum? Who knows what has the kid looking Focused! suddenly, and lowkey shocked like: how the fuck did he end up at Camarilla Court?...

Zebastian makes a small sound - delight? Hand presses to his mouth to keep from interrupting like, the super formal and symbolically significant introduction --- pale peepers pivoting to watch the exchange, like it certainly was something special to be focused on with unblinking interest - a broad smile half-visible through splayed fingers. Will the gift be accepted?! Inquiring Malks want to know-- and they are! Summer sashays into accept, and Zebastian falls back on the auditorium seat with a squeak at this perfect display of etiquette. Right on.

There's no applause from Cassie, but the tiny Toreador - after sharing a little glance with Kennedy - does offer Santino a lingering look and a pleasant smile as he departs the stage and makes his way back to his seat. If the man notices or not, who can say.

Turning her attention to Zebastian then when the Malkavian murmurs something to her and their hushed little conversation continues - or perhaps a new begins? - her lips purse into a little smile and she whispers back to him before looking back to the stage.

The introduction of Saoirse is observed quietly with an amusedly confused sorta expression, a soft gigglesnort masked behind a small hand lifted to her mouth and nose for a short moment as she glances up at Zebastian again.

Sveta has lapsed into statuesque poise: her legs are still crossed, but her posture is straight as a beam. She holds her ankles, watching the prince bestow greeting upon the courteous Tremere.

Once again Dodger lifts her head to pay more attention to the happening though her stare seems far off and nowhere near what is going on. That is until the Prince is up and on the move. The dark dainty Malk tips her head in that inquisitive puppy fashion as the Prince takes the flowers and even show a brief second of physical affection. Sharply defined brows furrow drawing a crease into a once marble smooth forehead. Licking her lips Dodger straightens back up and with a smooth shake of her head she siply resumes her previous mannequin-like pose with that absent smile and distant expression.

Saoirse smiles warmly and gently corrects Summer, "Galway." She shakes her head, "And no, I can not say that the climate is the reason, though I am very delighted to see that roses bloom year round." She tilts her head to one side, "Though there is something for the anticipation of the wild cherry blossoms blooming when they do." She clears her throat, realizing that she's falling off track and prone to ramble. She returns to the question before her, "It is believed that a nestling should be weaned of her mother, pushed from the nest as it were to learn how to fly on its own." She pauses once, "That her accomplishments and her mistakes become her own, and so that my Sire may view upon my efforts from afar." She then looks behind her towards the others in attendance, especially the Anarchs and the Independents. "I opted for one with much adventure and intrigue." She then looks back to Summer and smiles with some amusement, "Not that I truly had much say for clan Tremere reassigned me here."

Harper remains sitting with a slight cant to the side, making quiet conversation between her and Shelly easier. Her eyes flicker from face to face on the stage and she nods slowly to something said. Schultz has disconnected. Schultz has connected.

"Indeed," Summer says, "That was my Sire's view as well." She lifts the potted plant for a brief inspection, the Toreador no doubt captivated the the small burst of yellow surrounded by the lovely foliage. It is lowered soon after with a prim tilt of her head. "Thank you for the gift," she says, "And I am happy to welcome you to the city."

The Prince flashes Saoirse a smile before turning with a soft waft of her gown. She will stroll back down the dais stairs and reposition herself on the throne, the flowers now carefully poised atop her lap. Speaking to the Herald, she says, "I believe that was our last introduction?"

"Indeed," Summer says, "That was my Sire's view as well." A pause. "Galway -- thank you for the correction." She lifts the potted plant for a brief inspection, the Toreador no doubt captivated the the small burst of yellow surrounded by the lovely foliage. It is lowered soon after with a prim tilt of her head. "Thank you for the gift," she says, "And I am happy to welcome you to the city."

The Prince flashes Saoirse a smile before turning with a soft waft of her gown. She will stroll back down the dais stairs and reposition herself on the throne, the flowers now carefully poised atop her lap. Speaking to the Herald, she says, "I believe that was our last introduction?"

The small Nosferatu watches the Tremere duo with a more open curiosity, especially as the Irishwoman brings the botanical. However, as the exchange begins between the Prince and Saoirse, Crawley does seem more interested in the it. He says softly, "Alchemilla vulgaris. Interesting." It's said softly, as if to himself. He peers even closer at it, narrowing his eyes, then leans back, saying as an aside to Summer, "It is also said that the dew of the Lady's Mantle would turn to diamonds. A magical plant, Highness, allegedly with healing properties." Crawley turns to regard the new Tremere with a nod of his head. A stiff nod.

Zebastian fidgets in his seat - adjusting his coat collar, smoothing away non-existent wrinkles as he murmurs something in brief to Cassie, focus kinda all over the place; not really looking at anyone, yet somehow managing to look everywhere. Searching for adventure and intrigue, maybe? Or just zoning out, man. Just for a second or three. Time's tickin' on the ol' extent of the Malkavian's focus, apparently. A little breathless laugh, then fingers drum over his lips - looking back to Cassie, dreamily. Gretchen steps forwards, to lean over and air kiss at each of Saoirse's cheeks in turn before she gives a soft nod of her head to the Tremere and a soft. "Welcome aboard."

A step back, her head tilting towards Summer with a soft half bow.

"That does end the docket of official petitions for residency within your realm Prinzessin."

A pause, as she turns, eyes sweeping out across the room for a moment, seeming to pick several out for just a moment before moving on.

"At this point, I officially open the floor to any of those not of the Tower who would like to make their presence and being known to the Prinzessin and her court."

No official order or calling forwards, apparently this is come as you are territory.

Saoirse can't help but look at Crawley as he adds his own insight into the gift she presented. She gives the 'creature' a warm and endearing smile. She returns his nod with a slight curtsey. She then takes this moment to return to her seat. She's humming some Irish folk song to herself as she resumes sitting. A proper pose of etiquette. Knees together, ankles crossed, back straight, and hands upon her lap, folded ever so neatly. <OOC> Saoirse acks and fixes pose +WATCH> Karner has logged on.

Saoirse can't help but look at Crawley as he adds his own insight into the gift she presented. She gives the 'creature' a warm and endearing smile. She returns his nod with a slight curtsey. When Gretchen comes over to air kiss, she returns the European greeting as well. She says softly, "Thank you, Herald." She then takes this moment to return to her seat. She's humming some Irish folk song to herself as she resumes sitting. A proper pose of etiquette. Knees together, ankles crossed, back straight, and hands upon her lap, folded ever so neatly.

Elizabeth offers a soft clap as Saoirse is officially welcomed into the domain then she leans in and murmurs something to Lunette. A glance is cast over her shoulder toward the general vicinity of Zebastian and his surrounding Anarchs before the Toreador murmurs something else to Lunette.

Rhys looks to the Sheriff as he announces Saoirse, and his head tilts as he regards her while she introduces herself to the Prince. He remains interested as the gift is presented and explained, and there is even a subdued, deeper smile as she starts rambling after the Prince's follow up question. As she is officially welcomed to the city he smiles more fully and politely claps once more. With the introductions done and the floor opened Rhys finally turns to look back over the rest of the room behind him, curiosity not hidden as he wonders who will step forward first.

Rising, Vy smoothes her dress down, pausing for a moment before she speaks, as if to gather herself. The childer of an anarch Toreador artist known generally as "Mack", she was introduced at Elysium some time ago. The rose holds herself in a way that indicates she has been trained the expressive arts, but there's a little touch of nerves in her voice - likely the situational sort of nerves, an intense desire for her words to come across appropriately.

Inclining her head to Summer, she speaks, carefully: "Prince Hastings. My sire introduced me in this hall sometime ago, and I have remained ever grateful for the hospitality shown here. Thank you for graciously opening this space. I am Violetta Dahlia Jones, of Clan Toreador, an anarch residing in Santa Monica. With your permission, may I introduce my colleague and our baron, Christian Cruce?" Poor Aspen gets a bit of a look - the rose is clearly fond, but, alas, no introductions for ghouls, tonight.

Aspen only returns Vy's look with no small amount of wry humor as the silence flows following her announcement. Her head inclines, but her eyes pin to Christian's face, waiting.

Lunette is smiling as she watches Saoirse, and once welcomed, Lunette claps softly and smiles a bit more. Plant for the win. Her gaze cuts to Liz and she slows her clapping, then slowly nods to whatever is said before she slowly rises from her seat. She gives a gentle, "Excuse me," so she may slip out of the row and to the outside aisle, and once turned, she looks back about the room.. scanning.. scanning.. until she sees Zebastian. Lunette makes her way back to where he sits, and she moves to take a seat nearby, behind him and Cassie.

Rising after Vy introduces him, with a grateful, brief smile to his coteriemate, Christian inclines his head to Summer. "A pleasure to meet you, Your Highness. On behalf of Santa Monica, we would like to extend our warmest regards."

He remains standing after his introduction, deepening the incline before straightening. "Tonight has been most pleasant, and I thank you for your magnanimous hospitality." His grey eyes do not roam over to the Camarilla court at large, remaining upon the Prince herself.

Clarence is now no longer just slowly watching the area as Vy stands up and speaks. Now he diverts his attention towards the group, feral eyes beginning now gathering the group of anarchs up. The beast has no expression. So it is neither positive or negative they merely just have his attention now.

At the announcement of the Baron, Quinn's brow arches with mild curiosity as her pale gaze scans the crowd in search of the elusive Baron of Santa Monica. Her expression remains still, though her eyes narrow slightly in scrutiny of the man clearly from head to toe, toe to head -- maintaining her silence.

Avery's hands lift for a moment to give gentle applause for Saoirse successful introduction, then her hands are once more clasped in her lap, a brow arching before her head turns so that she might look in Vy's and Christian's direction as they each speak.

Elizabeth's gaze tracks Lunette for a moment before her hazel eyes move to settle on Avery first, then Christian second. The man is regarded curiously before the Toreador Chancellor turns her attention back to the Stage and the Prince.

Zebastian seems to be having a delightful time with Cassie up at Westside Isle - chatting away in a hush, that the kid seems to skip out on Gretchen's call for introductions and the movement that follows from Vy and Christian. The movement over yonder as Lunette drifts closer just about manages to snag his attention somewhat --- and Mae, who has been all but silent and mute and practically invisible Ghoul turns to give Lunette a small smile, wave. Zeb laughs softly to Cassie-- then ohs, turning his head a fraction to catch Lunette's eye, before his body twists and he lounges over the back of the seat, saying something quietly. Greetings, perhaps.

Sveta lightly drums her fingers along the hold she has on her ankles as she observes the Prince and the Baron. The Malkavian whip is silent and still, attentive and lucid.

Shelly blinks in surprise as as Vy steps up with her introduction. Not in surprise at the new Baron's face, but more doing a double take to make sure that they are really still in the Hall, but that looming pipe organ doesn't lie and Court is indeed still at the Concert Hall.

"Indeed," Summer says to Crawley, one thumb gently toying with a small yellow cluster, "But now I shall be *very* vexed if it doesn't sprout a diamond diadem." She laughs, her nose giving a kittenish crinkle. The Prince is brought back around by the Herald's prompting, and the Toreador gently clears her throat and corrects her posture. With the call to Anarchs and Independents, she looks out to the auditorium expectantly, her smile never wavering but her stare perhaps more discerning. Vy is the first to rise, so that is who she addresses first.

"Good evening, Miss Jones. It is always a pleasure to meet a fellow Rose -- whether she grows wild or well-tended in the Tower's garden. Thank you for introducing yourself." There is a distinct pause as the Prince's green eyes slide from the Toreador to the Baron -- her attention hovering with almost uncomfortable weight upon him -- until slowly, with an almost cat-like smile, she inclines her head and says, "Please, Miss Jones. I'd love an introduction."

Summer looks to the Kindred in question, saying to Christian, "Good evening...Baron...Cruce." A beat. "What a surprise it is to see you coming forth to pay your respects to the Camarilla."

Seven looks over the assembled Westsiders, no doubt making a note of the different locations of the different groups. She purses her lips thoughtfully and takes off her glasses, squinting a bit as she cleans them with a cloth. Aspen continues to sit in that stony silence next to Christian, eyes flicking furtively about the room as her arms cross over her the lap of her empire-style blue dress protectively. She dry-swallows, attention snapping to Summer with an even, calculated look as the Prince addresses Christian haltingly.

All of the introductions go by and Theo remains attentive the entire time they are happening. The bald dark skinned man remains seated in his strictly perfect posture. His dark gaze is fixated for a time on the conflagration that is Saoirse's mane, but also the woman herself. Casting a side glance at his driver, the man meets his master's gaze how ever briefly.

Then it would appear the Anarchs are introducing themselves, or perhaps re-introducing themselvs? That much is unclear and it just barely shows in Theodore's expression. Still, he gives it some time, allowing the Anarchs to all have their say before carefully rising, a hand buttoning the suit to maintain that proper image.

"If it would please the Camarilla court, I have once already introduced myself, yet I am aware there are those who were not here at the time and I wish to remain in the minds of those present. Though some might think it ill advised." Theo states, lips curling into a thin smile. "Madamoiselle Hastings, Your Grace, Princess ... I am called Theodore Tristan LeRoy, and while I am not a member of your august body, I wish for nothing more than to maintain a close diplomatic friendship with it and it's peoples as a neutral party, also unaligned with the self-proclaimed Anarchs." <English>

Mention of the Baron does seem to garner Dodger's attention and her alien pale gaze turns toward him in study. The porcelain visage remains unreadable, but her eyes seem to dig deeper than the skin, that intense Malk gaze, no one knows how deeply it can see. Another curous puppy dog tilt of her head in almost mechanical fashion, the flick of her pale pink tongue over matte black lips. One gloved hand flicks at her right shoulder before she finally turns her attention away. Distracted then by the Prince's reaction to the Baron's introduction. A single brow spikes sharply and she turns her attention back on the Baron.

Elizabeth's gaze drifts from Summer back to Christian and her expression turns curious as she looks for his response to the Prince's statement. Theo's words have her cutting her gaze his way, eyes narrowing slightly before returning back to Christian again to await the Baron's response.

Leo watches as Theo gets up and introduces himself. A flicker of recognition flits across his face but he remains as he was giving Theo the upnod and going back to his people watching.

"As some of yours often come to our gatherings, we thought it prudent to return the favor with a courtesy call of our own." Christian replies to Summer, with a slight smile. "Nevertheless, we already cooperate with your Court on a number of different efforts, to some degree or another, and it behooves us to make sure to keep that spirit of cooperation alive, for all that we are not neighbors to one another."

With a respectful bow of his head to the Prince, he waits until it is proper to settle back down. Schultz has partially disconnected. Extending a hand, Vy lets it rest on Christian's shoulder, regarding him with genuine fondness as he speaks. Then, turning back to Summer, she speaks again: "Thank you, Prince Hastings," her tone is polite, acknowledging that she's a guest in these halls. She stays on her feet as well, until Summer's finished addressing the two of them.

Hell, what eyes don't turn to Christian as he stands up. The Nosferatu's gaze drifts to Christian and Vy as Crawley locks onto them. He just stares with a face that seems as devoid of life as it is, a blank stony mask of ugliness in action.

Something about what Summer says to Christian causes the Seneschal to quirk just the faintest whisp of a smile that tugs at the corner of his lips.

Theo's introduction or, re-introduction draws a gaze. This is the part of Court where it often resembles Wimbledon and people are looking to and fro to keep up with all the 'new' faces. The Nosferatu Primogen is no exception to this fact.

Christian's last words draw some attention from the Nos Seneschal as he speaks to the Anarch Baron, "That is good to hear. I am pleased to hear there is cooperation. Perhaps, then, you could send someone to update both myself and Her Highness on the cooperation and the state of affairs in Santa Monica in the near future?"

Gretchen takes a moment to pull an old style pocket watch from one of the pockets of her armor and uniform. Clicking it open, her face lowers to look at the face for a long second. Swiss precision clicks away.

"Time, Prinzessin. We do not wish to delay your other obligations. Do you have anything else for the court?"

A small cough there, before she raises her head up, watch finding its way back into pocket.

"I fear that we are running short on allowed times. My apologies to anyone desiring to speak, but the surest way to make sure one can is to contact myself and Seneschal Crawley to ensure you make it onto the docket."

Glancing sidelong over towards the Seneschal as the Baron speaks, Quinn says nothing still, her expression unmoved as those pale blue eyes again drift back to land upon the Baron once more. The Brujah Primogen settles back in her chair, clearly considering the man's words, sparing another glance back through the crowd to land upon that of Shelly before she finally removes her hands from her jacket pockets again to rest before her. When Crawley interjects with his question, her attentions are again drawn back to Christian, head tilting slightly as she looks from the man to each of the women at his side with a curious glint.

Aspen lifts the corner of her mouth thoughtfully. She blinks once, twice, thrice, but the calm demeanor from Christian fails to shift or change. Keeping her mouth sealed in a bloodless, white line, the woman sitting silently beside the Baron drags her attention over to Crawley for a bleak beat.

"Can we expect a third introduction next time we gather here, Mr. LeRoy? Will there be a newsletter we can subscribe to? If you wish to insert yourself into the city's affairs, state your business, your clan, and why you're so coolly disaffected by politics. Maybe do it after -" Sveta scissor fingers between the Prince and the Baron.

"These two are finished." Her tone is sharp; she makes no effort to moderate it.

"A courtesy call," The Prince echoes, seemingly intrigued by the notion. Her head tilts to the side, allowing a ruby-hued tendril to slip down her pale shoulder. "...Indeed," she finally decides, offering him a very measured smile, "We are united, in some ways, by our shared enemies and a general..." her hand airily flits, "...Proximation." The Toreador falls silent, allowing the Seneschal to speak up with his suggestion. The Prince seems to agree, her approval displayed with an agreeable nod. "Indeed. We recommend most of the Baronies provide Emissaries so that they needn't trek back and forth themselves. Of course, we've had mixed luck with that..." A wry smile. "...But some success." This statement is paired with a glance toward Zebastien, the Prince offering him a pleasant wink.

Summer looks back to Christian as she says, "Perhaps Miss Jones would be a suitable candidate?" The Toreador in question is then regarded with a soft bounce of her brows before she looks back to Baron. But oh, time in Court is fleeting, so as the topics drift once more, Summer will add, "Thank you for your time, Baron Cruce," before shifting to the auditorium. "I do have one announcement," she starts to say, lifting one finger, "...And I apologize to those who did not have time to speak."

Leo looks around and smirks as shade gets fling he leans in and whispers to Nisha again before looking back to hear what the Prince says next.

Zebastian remains half-turned in the seats over yonder, chattering away quietly to Cassie and Lunette -- hand lifted to brush at the side of his face without touching - the fraction of his expression visible that of effusive amusement and impish delight. Hands flutter, gesturing as he murmurs on to the little group -- pausing only slightly to look back over his shoulder, glancing at the happenings closer to the dais with distracted half-glimpse, before he laughs quietly at something and looks back to Cassie and Lunette, head dipped to listen.

Schultz watches the last, always most dynamic portion of court, when the anarchs and independents get the floor. He glances to and gro, smirking slightly. At Gretchen's words, he quirks a brie and looks toward Summer, that small smile giving way to placid attentiveness.

When Summer's attention shifts, Vy looks to Christian, then sits, clearly mindful of the time pressures expressed by the herald first, then the prince, subsequently. Crossing her legs, she folds her sleek black dress down, then waits for the final matters to be addressed.

Elizabeth lets out a soft little giggle as she hears Sveta's words toward Theo and she leans in toward Rhys and murmurs something quietly before focusing her attention back on summer.

"Bien sur. If it would please you, madamoiselle, then I will re-introduce myself and make my presence known at every gathering until you cannot help bit think of me all of the time." Theodore states in a teasing tone toward Sveta. "After all I am but a humble guest in your honored court." He bows to the Russian woman, making it appear almost too dramatic. <English>

Clarence remains attentive in the back, quietly watching the others go back and forth while awaiting the final annoucement.

As the introductions wrap up Kennedy lifts her gaze to look out at the crowd. Her posture relaxes somewhat as Court begins to wrap up and her arms fold in her lap. The rose is shifted between her thumb and forefinger then she begins to twirl it once more. Her brow narrows slightly as though bothered by something but the expression is pushed quickly to the side and she returns her gaze to the Prince.

Sveta's sullen glare breaks into a wide grin in a fraction of an instant when Theodore riffs with her bait, rather than running head-long into it. She leans back in her chair some, glancing back toward Summer and Christian. It becomes clear that they're moving on, but she angles a finger toward Theodore and mouths, plainly and clearly, even as the prince carries on: "Clan."

Lunette finishes her little chat with Zeb and Cassie, and she quietly rises from her seat, moving down the row and aisle to head back down to where she had sat before. Once she is again seated beside Liz, she leans over to softly kiss her upon the cheek, and it's followed by a soft whisper.

"Not unreasonable, in matters of our common survival and interest, Your Excellency." Christian replies to the Seneschal, inclining his head, though Summer's suggestion has him look at the Prince for a longer moment, stroking along his cheek. "That would be up to her, of course. We will make sure to update you once a decision has been made on that matter, as Mr. Radovic, whom you've met, is also suitable for that position. Either way, I'd like to thank you both again for your hospitality tonight."

Elizabeth flashes Rhys a curved smile before she looks toward Sveta. The scrawny Toreador leans in to accept Lunette's kiss on her cheek, pauses to listen to her murmur, then holds up a finger to beckon her ghoul to 'pause'. She glances over her shoulder and back toward Theo before she calls over loud enough for her enchanting voice to carry across the music room, "One introduction is enough and the clan IS appropriate."

Rhys, like most, was listening to the Prince and the Baron as they spoke, but the aside from Sveta and Theodore has the Rose drawing his lips to a light smile. Pleasant show for the end of the evening it was. He shares a light laugh with Elizabeth as they speak quietly. With the proceedings of the court starting to wrap up he returns to the attentive posture he has held most of the night, looking to the last of the Sect business being presented.

Summer draws in a breath and says, "I am pleased to announce that I have facilitated the purchase of a brand new hotspot of downtown real estate called The L.A Grand Complex. Construction is ongoing, but it should be opening its doors very soon. Located across the street from the LAMC, it will offer a broad range of amenities including a *super* swank nightclub that will double as a rack on top of many shopping and residential opportunities. It's my desire to perhaps make this location a secondary Elysium, or if nothing else, an informal place for us all to gather."

The Prince smiles, flashing a white expanse of teeth as she adds, "Not that this lovely auditorium is *stuffy* by any means, but still, change is a key to staving off ennui. I will have more information as the building grows closer to completion, but it is a project that I am looking forward to -- and hope all of you will enjoy. It is my belief that building such a thriving nightspot will be able to sustain the recent growth that we have experienced downtown by attracting kine and Kindred alike. With that said..."

Summer rises to her feet and clasps her hands in front of her waist. She offers the auditorium a humble dip of her head as she adds, "Class is dismissed. Thank you all for spending your Friday evening with us -- that is all the announcements for now."

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