The word will arrive through the usual channels. This months Court is to be held at the St. Paul's Cathedral. it will be held the night of the full moon and everyones mandatory attendance is stressed...

You will be there or there will be consequences...

In an odd turn of events Prince Carter has designated the Dahlia to be master of Elysium. Surely theres a tabloid worthy story there... so the formal invitations are very dressy and stress that this will be a black tie affair. We will not be using the main cathedral, instead we will use the west wing which is a sort of mini museum in the house of worship...

The wing has various paintings, exquisite stained glass, much more comfortable seating and an out of sight door that you have to pass through a small portion of the graveyard to reach.

The court will begin exactly at midnight.

The place is alive with ghouls. The Prince is paranoid as of late and each man in his 12 man security team will be armed with a sub-machine gun. Barely concealed under their coats.

Security is dispersed in two man teams throughout the cathedral and the surrounding cemetery.

The priests have been dealt with and the front doors locked and barred. No the priests weren't killed... they were either payed off or ambushed and fed from.. left with empty scotch bottles near their beds to cast doubt on talking of their strange dreams or nightly habits...

The graveyard is quiet and cold. A slow breeze whispering of frost and possible spring. You have to traverse a short path past some ancient stones to find the door..

The door will be wide open. With dim light coming from inside the wing of the cathedral. In this first room are two armed ghouls and the Dahlia; who will be greeting kindred and asking them to leave their weapons with the ghouls...

Paige Bell, the newest member of the scourge also lurks in this chamber eyeing each new entrant.

From here you proceed to the main part of the wing. A single open chamber with arched ceiling and free standing statues all of religious significance standing amongst the plush chairs and benches. All seats face a forward position where there is a massive painting, more a mural of Jesus dying on the cross. Seated directly at the lords feet is Carter; Our Malkavian Prince in what could only be described as a throne.

Carter's face is a mask of indifference. Heavy lies the crown one could say. He leans on the left armrest and watches as the kindred of the city begin to file in.

At 11:45 two black sedans pull slowly into the drive. Stopping on cue, men in black suits get out and open the rear doors.
Out steps Regent Von Austice and four other Tremere. They are all dressed in similar black suits with dark burgundy accents, black ties and very similar silver lapel pins. The doormen quickly return to the vehicles and exit the grounds. We quietly congregate placing ourselves in an exact order only we seem to understand.

I walk through the darkened area leading to the doorway. Upon reaching it, my gaze catches Dahlia's, such a fine specimen that one." Good Evening, my dear and congratulations on court this eve. I am certain it will be the talk of the town." I offer to kiss her hand and take a slight bow. I glance back at my apprentices, snapping them to attention and enter with a casual, calm grace. I glance about noting Prince Carter. With my pupils following, I maneuver in front of him, all of us dropping to our knees simultaneously."We present ourselves to you my liege and offer our oath to your wise and just ruling of this, your domain and humbly thank thee for allowing our continued presence within it, May you reign forever." We will await his acknowledgment, and arise taking our seats as appropriate.  

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Carter bows his head in a respectful return to the Regent. The princes eyes lingering on the new apprentices...

Seated alone in a corner is a kindred rarely seen. The primogen are aware of his the Assamite under the princes employ. A kindred by the name of Shade.

Shade is dressed formally in a close fitting suit. his head shaved bald and his eyes almost hidden by tinted glasses.

Arriving behind The tremere by a few minutes is Valentine. A slim and stylish ventrue who fancies himselfs a harpy, as long as Thomas Arturo isnt around...

He approaches the Prince and drops to one knee, also swearing his allegiance to Carters wise rule and unyeilding enforcement of the traditions.

Rose will enter, wearing black lace over a blond satin dress, and knee high black boots.  Long sleeves of lace, definately getting the Stevie Nicks look going.  Her sweet slow smile in evidence, as she greets people, then a deft curtsey to the Prince.  Once her greetings are done, she'll find a spot to observe people, whilst chatting with those around her*

*She comes out of a car and looks around. yup about midnight. Looking at the church she gives a smirk. oh Eve would love this. she really would. She smooths out her pants. Yes she feels good. tranqed and haroin wil do that. She follows everyone else going on. Should she be polite? Well of course. She is forming plans. It could be the drugs talking but........yes she has a plan. Now to get this plan in motion before she loses these idea. She looks to her shadow and mutters* stay here. They might not like you wondering around. So Chika walks into some shadows of the church and sits down becoming one with the shadows. *

*She steps out of the car and tugs her sleeve, daintily, over her wrist,white frills plume out. A momentary frown on her lips, how hard is it doing heroin in a car? Ah, never mind, at least she got her hit. Slowly her eyes lift and rest upon the building as a smooth, almost velvet feeling washes over her...there it is...hello heroin, good-bye 'I just stuck a needle in my vein in a moving car'.

Slender fingers move to the waist of her plum-coloured coat, slowly she buttons it up and follows Tommy and Collio.

With a tiny snicker playing upon her lips, she lets her gaze linger on Collio. What an interesting character the girl was. She thinks she's sort of 'cool' as those American kids say.*  

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Tommy make sure both the girls enter with him. He apparently doesnt notice Collio talking to some shadow...

He greets the Dahlia and introduces his companions before leading them into the main chamber before the prince. Suddenly being very obviously stone sober...

*The heroin has not turned her into some swaying, blubbering fool, on the contrary she seams more at ease now, serene and even stands up straighter. Maybe it's the drugs, maybe it's the fact that she knows how to act in front of certain company.

When they near the Prince, and stand before him, Kara does what any lady of certain status and breeding would, she curtsies. And not just a simple, dinky curtsy, we're talking full out, like the ones she usually takes after a night's preformance at the Opera House. On others it would just seam over the top, yet for her it seams right.*

Prince Carter returns a deep nod to Kara, his clanmate.

'Always a pleasure my dear, how do these nights find you?'

Carter notes that Tommy arrives with an as of yet unannounced Kindred. But he doesnt draw attention to it, yet...

Tommy makes his presence known with a sharp whistle at one of the paintings, before casting a strange nod to the gathered Tremere.

'Collio look at this thing..' he says, pointing up at the painting of Judas and his coins...

*She was intrested in Kara as well. Her eyes snaped to Tommy as he looked at Judas and she looked up to the picture* every man has his price *she says off handedly. then she whisperS* should I announce myself to the Prince or ,since you invited me, should you do it. either way is peachy with me

Tommy Gestures in the princes direction.

'Introduce yourself once Kara is done chatting..'

Tommy says, while looking around at the gathered kindred to see if Collio aught to be introduced to anyone else...

At Tommy's entrance, I note his two companions and dismiss Kara as she has been in the city for quite some time. The reference to the painting was quite amusing indeed. I do not take my eyes off this new resident, watching her. She does not appear to be whom was capable of such an atrocious acts, but as we all are well aware, looks can be deceiving. I will enjoy this little game of cat and mouse.  

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*She nods to Tommy in agreement then she looks over to the man looking at her. She gives him a bright cherrful, almost inoocent grin. She was enjoying this game very much herself*

*Rose will have been doing what any good torrie will be doing at such a meeting.  Meeting and greeting, deftly letting people know who she is, and, more importantly, what she is.  Its not a thing of blowing her own horn, but after all....here is where the power is, and here is where a great deal of her own influence in the city will come from.

Yes, she notices those coming in.  That lazy smile masks any thoughts she might have, as she carefully studies new kindred, new to her, perhaps, having not been about the power players as much as, perhaps she should.  

Hmmm, perhaps another ghoul would be an idea, give herself more free time, as well as make sure Diana has a bit of free time as well.  Hard to find the exact type, though.  Must be a crafter, and most of those are just, well....too old.

Ah, thoughts for another time, for now...*

After we take our place at court I ask, “Regent Von Austice may I  be excused, I have a gift for the prince. I have excavated a lost flower for the Prince, once I heard about your announcement of court.” I wait patiently for his approval.

I nod casually, "By all means Sebastion" still awaiting the actions of the young butcher in our midst.

I rise up very slowly, holding an ivory pot containing 3 lotus flowers. I wait patiently in line until I can find the appropriate time to give my gift to the Prince. “ Excuse me, Prince Carter I would just like to give thanks for your honorable leadership of the fair city. I heard court was coming so I been busy excavating a lost flower as a small token from clan Tremere and myself. This flower is know as the Blood Lotus it was know for changing color from white to a deep crimson red after a great battle between the Romans and Egyptians. It was said blood seep deep into the Nile allowing the plant to take it into its roots and create a new flower. I do hope you will take this gift from me and may your leadership be as strong as a great black oak. Thank you for your time.” I do a slight bow and turn and return to my proper seat.

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