{V:tM - IC} New York by Night

[Catulle]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Carrick, Maria and Sabrina

Carrick didn't squint as his eyes followed Sabrina's gesture, flickering across Vychtorya, the crowd, and the bar before alighting upon the arguing pair. He frowned, pursing his lips before responding. "That's Patrick Maslowe, one of the people that I had hoped could help our families' fortunes. That they're clashing could bode ill. Or very well indeed. The Brujah are damnably contrary that way."

His fingers drummed along the railing against which they now stood. "I, we, should intervene..." He took a step back from the edge, turning slightly as he did so. Maria moved not at all, however, and this threw him momentarily into such confusion that Sabrina could inentify the indecision throught his cool veneer.

"I will be content here, my childe. Attend to things as you see fit." Seemingly satisfied of his sire's approval, he looked to Sabrina, indicting the stairs down.

"Will you come or remain?" His tone indicated no preference that she could discern. Maria gave the child a rather predatory smile, even as her eyes glittered in invitation.


Vychtorya

Arturo was barely off the phone at the other end when her wandering eye caught Carrick, Maria and Sabrina watching something from the balcony. Though she was certain their attention was towards the bar area, she couldn't make out the specifics due to the press of bodies between her and the source. Even from this distance, she could feel Carrick's anxiety keenly, though it didn't reflect in the way he carried himself. He broke from the group with some reluctance, she sensed.

 

[Catulle]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2002

Caitlyn and Mike

He raised his voice to compete with the clamour of the music indoors, and in doing so the Irish in his accent betrayed itself all the stronger. Leaning in towards her slightly to continue their converstaion, it ocurred to Cate that Mike smelled of... nothing distinct at all.

"Well, I work in journalism - entertainment pages, mainly. It's no great shakes, but it pays the way. I get to see a lot of new talent that way. And, please, it's Mike." Shouldering their way through the crowd, barely in sight of the bar, he added "So what're you having?"

 

[Catulle]

Carnegie Hill Tenement - Max's Appartment
Midnight Thursday 12th December, 2002

The cola tasted staler now than it ever had. Compared with the blood, it was a fading and somehow unsatisfying reminder of times past. Max's entire system rebelled against the liquid these nights. He couldn't stand to swallow it, knowing that the result would be, as it had been on the last three attempts, a thick ash-tainted bile. Still, the sensation of the carbonated luiquid wasn't an unpleasant one. At least one thing remained consistent.

A voice broke his reverie, coming out of the appartment shadows. "Mr Freigardt..." It was harsh, dry-throated and quite without a hint as to where it was coming from. "We would speak with you."

(OOC - Hunchback Mulligan wit/stealth - 8,7,6,4,3,2,2 = 3 successes, enough (barely) to stay under Obfuscate)

 

[Tory Adore]

Vych folds the tiny device and places it back from whence she had retrieved it. Catching her Sire and the trio in her eyes, she thinks to herself,
”Wonder what is so interesting over there. Hmm…”

Then she feels a disturbance in her blood that doesn’t match what she sees in Carrick’s form. At that sense, she quickly moves toward the area in which he seemed to be heading. Vych, not wanting to push her way through the sea of sweaty humanity, takes a shortcut up the three stairs to the Fireplace Lounge while constantly checking to see if she is matching Carrick’s seeming destination. Now that she is above the dance floor somewhat, she looks through the archway from the lounge to the bar area that the trio had been watching from the balcony. She takes the three steps up to the bar level for an even better view, and checks to see where Carrick is.

 

[Shalimar]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

Carrick, Maria and Sabrina

Sabrina was fairly sure that the Elder actually wanted her to stay, though she wasn't sure, that smile made her just a little but unsure. She didn't think Carrick would let her stay if Miss Maria might hurt her. She held out her arms to Miss Maria to show that she wanted to be picked up by the older woman. "I'd like to stay with Miss Maria please." she said in her lovely lilting voice. She wanted to make sure that Miss Maria liked her, so she definitely wanted to stay and get cozy. Getting the elder to hold her, a hug, maybe even a kiss, and then she'd invite the woman to her party. That should make the vampire lady like her just as much as Vychtorya did, and mister Carrick.

 

[KitanaVorr]

Antiquities Nightclub, Manhattan
Wednesday 11th December, 2003

Caitlyn found herself once again mesmerized by the movement, the colors, the music playing in her head, whispering the visions before her. As Mike spoke, she found herself following the lilt of his accent, listening as a connoisseur of voices. Up and down, a curl and an slightly different tone. She followed his speech as a melody, listening and smiling to herself.

"A glass of red wine - choose for me."

 

[Elle]

Carnegie Hill Tenement - Max's Appartment
Midnight Thursday 12th December, 2003

Tess had now made herself unseen and waited until Mulligan gave the sign that she was to begin.

Another voice spoke, more feminine than the last, "Max? My name is Queen Tess, I'm Calebros' childe and I'd like to talk to you, would you mind if I asked you some questions about what happened earlier tonight?"

Without waiting for an answer she continued "I can show myself if you would prefer, although I was warned it might suprise you to see me appear from nowhere, and to see me as I am"

 

[Festy_Dog]

Originally posted by Catulle
"Mr Freigardt..."

Max stops dead still, his head turned slightly, trying to ascertain where the sound is coming from.

Originally posted by Catulle
"We would speak with you."

Max slowly turns around, casting his gaze around the room but failing to see anything. His displeasure is evident.

Originally posted by Elle
"Max? My name is Queen Tess, I'm Calebros' childe and I'd like to talk to you, would you mind if I asked you some questions about what happened earlier tonight?"

One of Max's eyebrows arch, he is about to reply when Tess continue's.

Originally posted by Elle
"I can show myself if you would prefer, although I was warned it might suprise you to see me appear from nowhere, and to see me as I am"

Max shakes his head for a moment, clearing his thoughts for what he'd say next.

Umm... Whats happening now? I though I was working for Calebros... Meh, fck it. I'm just a grunt why would I be told why stuff like this happens?

"Err, well, whatever you wanna do. I'm happy to help Calebros, you and your friend can take a seat if you want, I guess. Mind if I put a shirt on?" he asks, jumping suddenly from one phrase to another, speaking his thoughts as soon as they can be translated into speech, "Oh, I'll move this stuff. Not exactly welcoming to have it lying around."

Max picks up his revolver and speedloaders.

Oh sht! David's knife!

He moves over to where he tossed his jacket and removes David's knife, then puts the weapons into one of the many bare cupboards in his kitchen. Max turns back to where Tess' voice seemed to come from.

"Oh yeah, you don't mind if I get changed into something clean do you?" he asks.

This is weird...

but I guess that comes with being undead.

 

[Tory Adore]

...and the music changes...
UB40 – Red Red Wine

 

[Elle]

Carnegie Hill Tenement - Max's Appartment
Midnight Thursday 12th December, 2003

"I'll just take a seat while you get changed then" Tess sits down and waits for Max to leave the room before making herself visible again. She perches on the end of the seat, a little unsure whether this is going well or not. She looks around for where Muligan might be and raises her eyebrows in a 'is this going ok?' gesture before remembering the veil covering her face.

Her gloved hands smooth out her dress and coat to stop her looking quite so awkward and out of place and she gazes with interest around the room. There was no comparison with the doorway she had spent the last few years or even the small room in the warrens she now lived in, this seemed like absolute luxury.

She waited politely for Max to come back into the room.