The Club Bar and Grill, Madison Square Garden
Max and Morgan
"Mm?" Max's last question seemed to penetrate Morgan's haze somewhat. Focus appeared in her eyes again, and the young Brujah sensed something akin to agitation beneath the calm surface she presented to Elysium. "Just be careful, Max. None of these people are precisely as they appear. None of them. Not you, nor I... I know we've quarrelled in the past; I wish we both hadn't taken some of the paths we did, but that's done and we can't return to that place again." She was talking lower, faster, now. As if she were confiding in him again, not on a sensual level as she had before, but as one mind to another. Dialogue, not manipulation. "If you like, I can give your number to a fr.. acquaintance of mine. He may be able to get you to Calebros, and I'd guess his line of work is one you'd do well at. Build a reputation, and there's no knowing where you could go, Max."
She stepped back from him, but rather than being an attempt to distance herself, Max sensed a bond renewed between his sire and himself. As she waited for his response, she even smiled.
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Caitlyn, Carrick, the Montagues and Vychtorya
At Caitlyn's expression, Nathaniel's face shifted to a reflection of perfect despair. He brought up his long forefingers to pinch the bridge of that aquiline nose sharply as he shook his head as if to clear his mind. Lowering the hand again, the stain of his anguish had washed away, leaving...what; guilt? "Does our family so displease you, Ms Tran? I appologise if we seem a strange, contradictory brood. Perhaps you would be better off without us, maybe happier if you had never heard the name 'Montague'. Certainly happier than you are now." His gaze slipped down to Sabrina again, and a hollowness came back into his features. He turned his face away from the pair.
As Carrick Ashton cradled his childe, he was careful to keep her face turned from Sabrina's. Smoothing out her thick, red hair with a slender hand, he caught Jemal's gaze and held it, his expression unreadable, "I think the eve's festivities are all but done, young Mr Monatgue. We shall speak more anon, I am quite sure. For the meantime, if I may be so bold, you should see to your sister's education. I think Caitlyn would make a most eager tutor, do you not?"
Jemal spoke up softly, as he smoothly took his sire's role at the haed of the family, albeit temporarily. "I think she would, too. Mr Ashton, it has been a pleasure. If you wish, and it's to your tastes, you and Vychtorya are welcome at my club any time. I think I speak for my Uncle when I say that our two houses should keep our close ties."
He gave a nod of his head to each of the quartet before stepping away slowly, Vychtorya still enveloped in his arms. Jemal returned his nod, while Nathaniel seemed locked in his own thoughts.
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House Tremere
Eugenio passed a business card to Gabriel and another to Nikolai. A tasteful eggshell white, it bore the motif "Eugenio Estevez, Maupassant Developments" and a telephone number in raised script.
As Gabriel stepped away from the Regent, Eugenio whispered to Nikolai, "Be careful, and stay alert about him. You may not be in the courts, but there's danger aplenty out there. I almost wish our roles were reversed. Almost." He winked at the neonate as he turned to leave, "I should be on my way."
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