{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[Elle]

The Warrens
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

There was another short silence, then the rooms final occupant leaned forward in her chair, into the dim light cast by the naked bulb.

"I...I suppose I could, I'd like a little more information of course"

The speakers whole body was covered over, a long, baggy, dark blue dress touched the floor with two small booted feet just poking out under the hem. She wore an overlarge coat and gloves, her head was covered over completely with a thick black veil, held in place by a silver coloured band which appeared to have been made by plaiting three bands of metal together. Only her voice and her dress suggested she was female.

She looked at the assembled creatures and, supressing a shudder of revulsion, cleared her throat. "The more I know about him the easier it should be to get the information...and I'll need to know what his dealings with my sire were but yes, I'll go."

Then she quickly withdrew into the shadow, as if she had only just realised the light was on her and became a shadowy figure again, the light glinting off the circlet on her head.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

Caitlyn returned his smile and handshake. Though she looked like the most delicate woman in the world, in her grip there rested a strong touch of self-assurance. Thought at the moment, Cate felt anything but self-assure.

Well he seems harmless enough...though who knows in this city.

"Mr. Shiels, pleasured to make your acquaintence. I'm sorry to have driven you out of your own solitude. I'm sure you wanted to get away from the press of the crowd as did I."

I wonder where Nathan is...

"Do you really play? What instrument ?"

The cold air touched her cheeks, seeping the warmth from her skin and turning her pinker as her body compensated. Standing out here as the snow kissed her body, talking to a strange man, dueling with the music in the midst of swarm of bodies earlier plus a whole array of conversations - this had proven a strange night so far.

Would it only get stranger as the night wore on? Until morning's light brought illumnation and sanity into this realm of darkness?

 

[Catulle]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

Vychtorya

"Marvellous, dear." The voice seemed effusive, affectionate even. "I had been hoping to speak with you at some time. I was afraid we rather missed each other at the Garden, but then, with the evening's revelations..."

"No, no need to call Mazz. I'm beginning to think he had an inkling I might call, and you'd be the best person for me to arrange things with as it happens."

"I'm Thomas Arturo, a confidant of Mazz and Hellene, though you've probably heard a less... nice word for us, hmm? As an architect, I was very interested when Mazz mentioned that your ancestor the lady Santa Lucia was passing through town. In fact, I've studied her work and I'd greatly appreciate an audience with her... If you could arrange that, I could take a look at your interiors as a special favour; perhaps suggest some suitable additions?"

(OOC - Vych Int/politics - 9,6,4,2 = 2 successes)

Vychtorya had certainly heard of Arturo by reputation. By all accounts his designs were in high favour among the Kindred elite, and both Hellene Panhard and Eugenio Estevez had allegedly bolstered their social standing by employing the Toreador ancilla. The offer could be very tempting indeed for a neonate with aspirations...

 

[Catulle]

The Warrens
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

A nod from the figure at the head of the table brought the tips of those sweeping ears into the light , casting a grotesque shadow on the mountain of intelligence spread across the wood and plastic surface.

"But of course, we all do..."

"Not yet (yet). Trust has to be earned first (first)."

A clumsy silence lurched back to the room. The electric buzz became uncomfortably lound in a matter of moments. The shuffling this time came from the shadows to one side of the room. The click of another latch being lifted and the grind of stone on stone echoed through the chamber.

"We should tell her some of what is known. She is one of us, now." The dry whisper came from the other side from the previous noise. "Since he is in hiding, we are her family."

The twist of the spine that the chair-creature gave might have been equal parts shrug and spasm.

"As you will, Mulligan. On your own 'ead and 'ers if she betrays us. I'll not see us exiled back down 'ere again, whoever grabs the throne..."

The touch, coming out of the darkness, took Tess quite by surprise in how gentle it was against her heavy coat. If she had not anticipated the contact, she would have scarce felt it. This time, the hoarse voice was almost to her ear though the room didn't betray the speaker's presence.

"Come, childe. I can explain on the way. We'll go now, the better to talk." The hand exerted a little pressure, seering her into the total darkness where she could only assume the door lay, and twin pinpricks of red light shone beside her.

 

[Catulle]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

Caitlyn and Mike

Mike gave a self-conscious smile, looking past her to the falling sleet. "Well, I get a bit wound up in crowds. But the music..." He fell silent for the moment, losing himself in quiet thought until Cate asked broke the silence again.

"I play the viola, a little, like I say. Just for... fun, really. I don't think I'd be any good professionally, not if it was about money. I think it gets in the way of just following the flow." A look of sudden horror crossed his face. "I mean, for me. You're good enough not to get that distraction, I'd imagine." He raised a hand to rub at the back of his neck, and he struck an apoogetic look, almost unconsciously, she thought.

 

[Shalimar]

Sabrina Montague

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

Miss Maria's words went over the childs head, she knew individually what they meant, but the conversation as a whole was simply too hard for the little girl to process. She wore a slightly confused expression as the older woman spoke to her about lineages and leadership. She had the feeling that Miss Maria dealt with adults soo much that she wouldn't know how to have fun, or how to treat someone who was younger then her.

"I don't understand," she said softly looking from Carrick too Maria and back again, "Why would I need protection, I'm a good girl, and everyone likes me, you like me too don't you?" she asks Maria giving her an encouraging smile, her dimples showing, as she grasps the necklace that Vych had given her, as if to prove to the woman that other people liked her.

 

[reapersaurus]

Nikolai reluctantly leaves the 'corpses' with the Anarchs, though he doesn't let them know he's watching.

He'll retreat with the others as they find Legba's car and get in.

Once inside, Nikolai turns fully towards Gabe, engaging him most full-well and blatantly:

"So let's get to a Chantry, unless your place is closer.
We have work to do before we report to the Elders about the doings of this Night.

Unless you'd rather be in the dark about who was in charge of that Feral thing's actions, tonight?"

Nik leans forward and asks Legba if they could be dropped off at the Maupassant Room on 77th and Madison.

Nik leans back to Gabriel and says, "Kenilworth'd be nearer, but that's Wainwright's chantry...
you mind going to Estevez' instead?"

 

[KitanaVorr]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

"Nice backhanded compliment," Caitlyn replied with a slight smile. "But I don't think anyone is ever good enough not to be distracted by money in this profession. It seems like the more we make, the more we spend."

Not really sure what to do now...it still felt completely forward to ask any favor of this nice guy. And she still ached to find Nathan again at the same time she was terrified of the look on his face. However that voice still echoed in her memory and she found herself unsure of everything.

"Though that certainly isn't my problem. People aren't exactly beating down my door with lucrative contracts." There echoed a forlorn air in that statement.

 

[Tory Adore]

Vych’s voice contains an air of upmost respect and warmth for him at the thought of talking to one so highly regarded by those she wishes to join someday,
”Mr. Arturo, it is a pleasure to meet you. While in France, I had heard mention of your fine work at one of the gatherings I had attended before we moved to the States. I would be happy to inquire about a possible meeting with Ms. Santa Lucia while she is in town. I shall meet with her tonight and get back with you on the particulars.
As for the ‘word’. Yes Sir, I must admit I have heard it mumbled once or twice, but I have found that those using such do so out of ignorance for that which they haven’t the mind to appreciate nor understand. Most of our enchanted populace can only hope to aspire to such greatness and dream of the night they should be called in such fond a term.
Oh my! Good Sir I do apologize…it…it seems my mouth has run away with me again. Do forgive me please. I do get a bit too passionate sometimes.
Mr. Arturo, your offer is most generous, and you are welcome in my home and club anytime. How might I get ahold of you later?”

 

[Elle]

The Warrens
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

She waited until she was through the doorway and walking down the pitch black corridor, one gloved hand in front of her and the other reluctantly holding on to the thing next to her.

"so, for a start... um, what exactly do we want to know?" Her voice was raised in the apologetic tone of one who felt they should probably already know the answer, "and what is it we are keeping quiet about in return?"

"I know I should keep a little more up to date but there are so many signs, so much to decipher, I lose track of what is happening outside my mind sometimes" Tess knew what a lame excuse this was for not knowing enough about the situation but at the same time felt the guilty thrill of reminding someone she has a power they can never have. Inwardly she prayed Mulligan would mention her gift, tell her what an important responsibility she bore, to make her feel less cursed than the things which now called themselves her family.