{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[KitanaVorr]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite - the Music Room
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Her silvery laughter echoed in the music room, weaving its sound with the soft strains of Mozart. “Perception is everything, but would the new direction be any better than before? If we could have the power to ask those artists…ask them after that moment of death determined by the fates, what would they say? Do they really have more to give or was what they had given the only bright star they had left? Made all the more brighter by its short life, no matter what their attendant spirits may be inclined toward?”

“Plato believed that the soul exists separate from our body before and after death, that it is immortal. And perhaps if you subscribe to that theory then there is yet a chance for art in immortality. But I believe that birth is but a sleep and forgetting. The soul that rises with us would be imprisoned in a body immortal to whither away with time. Can you create true art without soul?”

Her eyes open to rest that dark vibrant gaze upon the man by the window. “Even the sonata echoes that belief. The opening Allegro...hear the vigor of that life. My fingers can’t keep up with the operatic resonance in its tone. And yet in the middle, the slowness enters as age dawns up on that soul. The second movement comes with slowness but no less passion, I agree, aria de capo. And then a dance in the third movement to greet us, a minuet of a soul’s release? But the finale, yes that is the true telling tale. It is but a shadow of the beginning, reminiscent of the first movement but only a coda that trickles into silence.”

 

[Shalimar]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite – The Study
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Sabrina listened intently to her uncle as his hand played gently with her hair. At least he isn't mad at me anymore, the child thought with a grin, happy at seemingly getting her own way. The girl was momentarily saddened about hearing about her own mother's demise, but she didn't know her, she had never seen the woman, she was just an abstract, and the child wasn't very good at wrapping her mind around the abstract when what she wanted, Cate or someone like her as a mother, was very stract indeed.

"Oh, I geuss that okay, does that mean mommy was pretty? And I am going to look like her when I get bigger? And who is miss Elizabeth? Is she a bad person?"

 

[Tory Adore]

Vych leads Jemal, pointing to the right as they walk amongst the throng of humans dancing, talking, propositioning, etc –

”There is seating all over, but if you aren’t a fan of fireplaces, I would not recommend the lounge over there. The patios are to the right as well, but you can get to them without entering the fireplace lounge. We have 4 bars and a full service restaurant that serves dinner from 4:30pm until 8:30pm prior to opening the club each night. Well, except for Monday when we are closed or when we are closed to host special parties.”

Moving forward to the curved staircase, it is quite apparent that two very large men dressed in all black are standing guard. Vych continues talking as the burly, well-built men step aside not saying a word, to let her and Jemal pass and ascend the stairs (1.5 MB),
”This area, the mezzanine, has been reserved for Carrick, us, and his other guests tonight. While the drapes can be pulled to eliminate some of the sound from below, it really isn’t too terribly sound proof. It just allows one to hear a bit better during conversation. I had some of the booths and tables up here re-arranged to form that fairly large booth over to the left for a little more privacy and noise reduction. The bar up here will not be functioning tonight however. For our special guests’ “personal tastes”, anything needed or requested shall be provided over here in the VIP room.”

Vych moves forward to the right toward the VIP room’s closed mahogany and brass lined door at the back of the mezzanine area. She punches in a passcode on a keypad to the left of the door and easily pushes it open letting the heavy door automatically close behind them. It was rather surprising at how little sound entered the room from the club once the doors were closed. A large, 12 top table is set up in the center of the room with curved fabric covered booths hugging the walls. In the left back corner stands a large beautiful fern and plant-covered fountain.

Gesturing to the back right of the fairly large room to a door matching the one they just came through with another keypad to the left of it, Vych starts ”My office is just over there beyond the dance floor.”

Vych checks the time on the keypad. Then while punching a code in, she looks back over her shoulder to Jemal and says,
”I’m glad we got here when we did. I should have more than enough time to change and get back down to the club before Carrick’s first guest arrives. Would you like to come up to the penthouse for a drink?”

The barely noticeable split in the wall opens to reveal a green marble and mirrored lined elevator, a golden handrail, and a single red rose etched in the floor.

 

[Ashrem Bayle]

Gabriel lifted his hand to shield his face from the light. In doing so, he shadowed his face once again. "I am just passing through officer." With his other hand, he made a sweeping motion. He could have been indicating the cemetery, or maybe it was the other vampires hidden in the dark. "I have many friends among the dead."

As he looked at the mortal before him, he called forth the arcane forces that resided within the blood of all kindred. Magical energy infused his vitae, intensifying his bond to the progenitor vampire.

The whites of the Tremere's eyes flushed red with blood. His blood almost hummed with the power coursing through it.

OOC: Blood of Potency

 

[Catulle]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite - the Music Room
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

"Would the new direction be any better than before?" Carrick's voice trickled off into silence, a protracted pause as he shadowed Caitlyn's sentence with a smile dancing across his lips.

"It sounds as if you advocate not plumbing new depths of feeling, not scaling new heights of innovation; each point in counterpoint to the creative spark. Is that truly living? Or is it an illusion of life? Each experience teaches us something new, a perception that we do with as we please. But though, your powers outreckoning, you hold you dead and dumb... If you'll pardon the allusion, that is."

"Even the analogy of the star reflects fear to my ears; better to burn out than to fade away, yes? You promulgate a terror of failure in that sentence belied by your talent, if I may make so bold." His gaze was penetrating, now, though still not unfriendly. A compassionate analysis of sorts, perhaps.

(OOC - Carrick Aura Perception diff7 - 10,9,8,5,4,3,1 reroll 'motives' 7 = 3 successes; bright aura, main emotion, aura pattern)

 

[Catulle]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite – The Study
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Sabrina felt a tension in her uncle's arms as she asked the questions, and he aborted the reply he was first to give. It was unusual to see him at a loss for words and, briefly, quite shocking. He recovered not unreasonably, keeping his tone level throughout, though the child could detect the old strain returning behind Nathaniel's composure. His eyes reflected nothing so much as pain intermingled with deep shame as he maintained eye contact with her.

"Elizabeth is wicked, and has made you what you are presently. Because of her action, you will grow no closer to your mother in image, as I have not aged a single night in two hundred years."

 

[Shalimar]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite – The Study
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Sabrina seemed oblivious to the tention in her uncle's arms as she balanced herself precariously with her tiny arms around his neck holding heself to his chest. Her mind was just whirring away at the new information Nathan's answers had provided her. Well if she made me what I am that means she is my vampire mom, so shouldn't uncle Nathan like my mommy? she wondered, knowing uncle Nathan never told her everything.

Her tiny nose twitched pixie-like in curiosity, at her uncles dislikeof the woman who should be so important to her. "Uncle Nathan, if Elizabeth is the person who made me a vampire, doesn't that make her my mommy? So why doesn't she live here with us? And how did she do it? I mean in all those books and movies a vampire just bites someone and then they are a vampire too, I bite people, how come they aren't all vampires too? I mean it would be nice to have someone to play with. So, can I meet miss Elizabeth?" she asked in her lilting sing-song voice. She seemed totally oblivious to the part about not aging, she was simply unable to comprehend it, and truly didn't want to, she would probably never accept it until it was rubbed in her face in a few years.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Crown Plaza Hotel, Montague Family Suite – The Music Room
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Soul in soul reflected, the two breathed an ethered air. Perhaps made stranger or stronger with the way time seemed to stand still and hold them tethered above the petty world below, adrift in the stars of the skyscraper.

As he watched her aura, the colors shifted from orange to a deep purple only to be fly into a vibrant green before growing colder into silver and warming into gold. The pattern shifted with the music, with the emotions that rose and fell within her in a pattern resembling the Aurora Borealis.

"You're incorrect. I do believe that."

Fingers continued to dance over the ivory. "Innovation, creation...that's all that matters. To achieve it is the true perfection in our world of imperfection. But sometimes we don’t have a choice. Sometimes we are given riddles that would make irony itself crumple with laughter."

"Sometimes we are left to wander between two worlds, one dead, the other powerless to be born, with nowhere to rest our heads." The song slowly comes to a gentle end while her slender fingers remained on the keys now warmed by her touch.

 

[reapersaurus]

As Nikolai had expected, dreaded and hoped for all at the same time, the verse was written in blood; spidery-thin letters that were difficult to make out on the wood to the naked eye. French, this time, or a dialect thereof...

While he couldn't read the language perfectly, his experiences in the romance family lead him to a creeping conclusion; through the metaphor of the first stanza, the poem spoke in the second of the danger of a love that started only to protect and ceased to nurture, of obsession turned lethal.

Nikolai's mind literally freezes when he pieces part of the poem together.

He twists inside like a worm on a hook, becoming visibly pissed off at the suggestion his novice French can glean from the inscription.

Angry at himself for not studying French when he ALMOST had done so years ago, opting instead for Italian (what ancient tomes of power are written in FRENCH, anyway? ).
He half-heartedly makes his presence unknown to the police-bloodbag, while simultaneously looking around for a variety of things (in order):

1) The immediate presence of the Thing that caused this Scene.
2) Record exactly what words are on the wood. Either write them down, or take the wood, or find someone amongst the group that reads French..... well.
3) Start Investigating the scene, collecting a picture of what went on here, who/what the principals involved were, etc.
Of particular note to Nikolai would be any PHYSICAL evidence around the scene of the Thing that caused this (i.e. hairs from It, flesh under fingernails of It, etc).

Nikolai would hiss under his breath to the group - "Look sharp, gang.

If the thing that did this is still around, we'll be in for a real Fight.

I figger."

 

[Festy_Dog]

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