{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[Catulle]

Jemal, Sabrina and Becky

"Nope, you just stay up as late as you want." Another smile, "We can't let her remember us, pet - not even a little. That wouldn't be allowed at all. Better that we don't upset her. If she even suspected we were real or got too curious, that would be dangerous for her. It could get her into a lot of trouble, and we can't do that to her, can we?." Us too. His features softened again, "If you like, we can arrange to get her something delivered later. I'll ask for her number just in case."

The car drove on in silence for a little time longer, before halting alongside an appartment building. The door swung open, and Jemal stepped out, helping Becky onto the pavement. She stood well, as he looked her in the eyes and whispered a few words to her. As he talked, lucidity returned to her eyes and she started to smile, a delighted animation playing across her features, before she passed Jemal a card from her handbag and, kissing him lightly, turned to enter the building. He waved once as she cleared the threshold and got back in to the car with his sister.

 

[Catulle]

Caitlyn and Nathaniel

Nathaniel shook his head once, and glanced back to his hands for a moment. "I cannot burden you with my troubles, it would be quite ill-mannered of me. As it is, I think your voice will be a most welcome guest in our house and may serve to cheer the place a little." He looked across the room again, almost warily this time. "You should return to Mr Valentine, I think. No doubt he will want to discuss your set with you, and I believe Mr Ashton has expressed an interest in meeting you as well. Have you spoken with him yet?"

 

[Festy_Dog]

“Oh, okay. Perhaps we should talk later?”

"It's nothing really, I'm just not a big fan of attention, thats all," he says, smiling in return.

“Umm, if you should you have some free time this week, maybe you would show me some of your books? Or, you could drop some off at Antiquities, my club, if you are too busy for company. I live above it.”

"Any time is good really, I'm always either at work or at home, and I'm never too busy for a kind guest such as yourself," Max replies, though a nagging fear revealed in the back of his mind.

What will I do? What if I try to... It won't come to that she'll just borrow some books, there's no chance for trouble in that. If I'm just a little frigid... how can I be frigid to her? She's intoxicating, I hope I don't get addicted...

”Please for give me dearest Max for my formality of handing you a business card, but I do not have a thing with me to write on.”

She glances quickly down at her form, tightly enveloped in the deep-red chiffon. Then Vych looks back up at Max with a light smile blushing her mouth, a small giggle. and a little friendly shrug of her shoulders as she hands him the card.

Max gladly accepts it. For a moment he can't help but soak in how she looks.

She's just sits there, and by doing so she turns herself and everything around her into art, only more real. Her presence is worth its weight in gold, if that makes sense, you can feel it when she's there but the feeling isn't in any way oppressive, very pleasant in fact, so much like her.

"A business card does the job quite well though, thank you," he says, soon adding, "Would you like my details? To get in contact and all. If you you're going to drop around I'd better tell you where I live."

He chuckles and takes a pen out from inside his jacket.

"I haven't got anything to write on, do you mind if I write it on the back of a business card or something?" he asks uncertainly.

 

[Shalimar]

Sabrina

"Nope, you just stay up as late as you want." Another smile, "We can't let her remember us, pet - not even a little. That wouldn't be allowed at all. Better that we don't upset her. If she even suspected we were real or got too curious, that would be dangerous for her. It could get her into a lot of trouble, and we can't do that to her, can we?." Us too. His features softened again, "If you like, we can arrange to get her something delivered later. I'll ask for her number just in case."

Sabrina lies down on the seat as she waits for her brother to return, kicking her feat lazily through the air. Once he gets back in the car she scooches up to rest her head on his lap looking up at him. "No," she says worriedly, "I don't want her to get in trouble, not after she was so nice to me. Are you sure though? Maybe just a little thing, like a frienship bracelet? Would that be ok?" she asks, still trying to figure out how to reward the woman. Her face takes on a pouty expression that Jemal knows will mean she will whine, and beg, and argue, and plead until she gets her way.

"So, what do you think about Miss Cate, she's awfully pretty. I hope I'm that pretty when I grow up."

 

[Catulle]

Jemal and Sabrina

"Maybe" God, I know that look... "You should ask Uncle Nathan. He knows a lot about all this stuff."

The car pulled away again, a short drive was all that separated the siblings from the stratified atmosphere of Elysium.

"Cate?" Jemal looked away from Sabrina back out of the window, "I guess we're going to be seeing more of her in future and I think that'll be... interesting."

 

[Vychtorya]

Originally posted by Festy_Dog

"It's nothing really, I'm just not a big fan of attention, thats all," he says, smiling in return.

”Oh Max, I’m sorry.”
Vych leans in and touches his hand gently with a very sincere look in her eyes,
”I’m sorry to have placed you in an uncomfortable situation with our dance, but I must admit selfishly that I am VERY glad you accepted my invitation.”

Originally posted by Festy_Dog

"Any time is good really, I'm always either at work or at home, and I'm never too busy for a kind guest such as yourself," Max replies, though a nagging fear revealed in the back of his mind.

”Then perhaps this Thursday evening would be good, Max?”

Originally posted by Festy_Dog

"A business card does the job quite well though, thank you," he says, soon adding, "Would you like my details? To get in contact and all. If you you're going to drop around I'd better tell you where I live."

Vych smiles and blushes a bit,
”Yes please. Is it far from here? If not I could drive myself, but if it is beyond here I will have my driver drop me off. I fear I am still too new in town, and directions are not my strong suit yet.”

Originally posted by Festy_Dog

He chuckles and takes a pen out from inside his jacket.
"I haven't got anything to write on, do you mind if I write it on the back of a business card or something?" he asks uncertainly.

She glances down at her form again, placing her hand briefly upon her cheek, then looks quickly back up at Max and laughs quietly to him as she attempts to locate another card. She shakes her head from side to side slightly as she finally locates one and says in a very playful, laughing manner,
”You know Max, this gown is going to be the death of me tonight trying to find my cards. Silly me to think this would be better than carrying an evening bag tonight.”

As Vych hands the card to Max to get his information, she says with a delighted smile,
”I do have such a passion for old books and artifacts. I really AM looking forward to seeing your library and getting the pleasure to talk with you again. You can phone me with confirmation the day and time should you need to check your schedule.”

 

[Catulle]

The Club Bar and Grill, Madison Square Garden
00:52, 11/30/2002

The constant murmur of conversation now filled the function room as guests continued to arrive, lending the place a more bustling atmosphere. The well-heeled attendees mingled, greeting each other and exchanging loaded compliments as if all were part of a grand design. Which, in a sense, they were. One might have sensed an edge of expectancy to the gathering along with an aftertaste of apprehension.

The harpies had come together once more, this time near the stage with the striking blonde a part of their company. They had been joined by a smartly-dressed man, the elegant black of his suit suit accented by a pastel blue shirt and dark eyes behind thin-framed glasses. The quartet scanned the room, their eyes never lingering in one place as they continued their conversation at a rapid clip. Mazz' gaze, however, kept returning to Vychtorya with thinly veiled intensity.

The dusky skinned young woman with whom the newcomer had arrived stood a little distance away from the group, noteable by her less than stylish mode of dress. The casual pants and outsize cardigan lead her to stand out in a gathering studded with haute couture, and thick, dark, curly hair framed the downcast expression she wore on her face.

Arriving shortly after the pair, Eugenio Estevez, a strongly built man appearing to be in his middle years and dressed on the upper end of smart-casual strode towards the huddle of Aisling, Carter and Qadir. He shook each by the hand before being lead to sit at a table a little way off by the other Tremere.

 

[Vychtorya]

Vych could feel she had indulged herself with Max’s wonderful company for longer than she should, but he was so good to talk with and it was hard to want to leave his company.

Vych says with some sadness to her eyes at the thought of having to depart from Max,
“Dearest Max, I fear I have lost myself in our wonderful conversation. It saddens me that I must take my leave for now. I would much rather remain here with you and continue in “real” conversation.”

A happy, but lightly seductive smile seems to brighten her face as she speaks thinking forward to their upcoming “date”.
”Thank you Maxx….for everything.”

She rises and stretches her arms, palms facing the floor, out toward Max hoping to hold his hands and kiss his cheeks on either side as she bids him adieu for the time being.

 

[Vychtorya]

The Club Bar and Grill, Madison Square Garden
00:52, 11/30/2002

The harpies had come together once more, this time near the stage with the striking blonde a part of their company. They had been joined by a smartly-dressed man, the elegant black of his suit suit accented by a pastel blue shirt and dark eyes behind thin-framed glasses. The quartet scanned the room, their eyes never lingering in one place as they continued their conversation at a rapid clip. Mazz' gaze, however, kept returning to Vychtorya with thinly veiled intensity.

As she turns from Maxx, now facing out toward the rest of the company, Vych notices that as of late, the air around the room has gotten rather thick with conversation. She takes in the new faces that have arrived and realizes her instincts were right; she had stayed to long in Maxx’s gracious company.

She thinks to herself happily,
“none-the-matter, I shall catch up, and Maxx’s company was well worth the time.”

Vych looks towards the stage to see if Ms. Tran will be gracing everyone with another of her beautifully, lyrical songs. As she looks in the direction of the stage, that all over seductive feeling she had, had earlier as she spoke with Mazz, returns in full force to her being and lands ever so gently upon her glossed, blood-red lips. She thinks to herself, “what is it about him that makes me WANT to feel this way? That’s not how it’s suppos….” She stops her thought in mid-stream.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Originally posted by Catulle
"You should return to Mr Valentine, I think. No doubt he will want to discuss your set with you, and I believe Mr Ashton has expressed an interest in meeting you as well. Have you spoken with him yet?"

At the mention of Valentine, Caitlyn's eyes traveled to where the man sat. "Perhaps you are right, Mr. Montague, and I have been lax in my responsiblities...I should see if my employer has any special requests of the Kindred Knights."

Her dark eyes returned to his for a moment, thoughtful as she answered his last question. "I have not had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Ashton. An interest you say?" A dark eyebrow arched gracefully. "Perhaps he and I shall find ourselves an introduction this evening. "

"But never-the-less..." Those same ebony eyes twinkled with mischievous laughter. "I am quite capable of taking the hint that a man wishes to be left to his own thoughts no matter how deft his reply." She smiled gently before placing her card on the table before him as she rose from her seat to move off toward Valentine.

"Good Eve, Nathaniel Montague."