* I think clan buisness would be nice.*

Slater just wait patiently as who’s who’s of Sanfield eventually trickle out only leaving a few individuals left in Museum.  He walks up to Arturo when their only his clan mate left in the room. “I would like to send out an apology for my appearance. I thought this shindig was just about business and I was in no way trying to show the clan any form of disrespect.  If I knew properly who would be attending. I would have dress properly. “ He look around the room, “ Hey where the hell is the rest of the clan?” He shrugs his shoulder. Well at least I show up the rest will be in deep shit when the elder catches up to them.

(Running Arturo)

He smiles at the petulant youngster that seems to have decided he wants to direct the events. He has no real issue with it and would be intrigued by his appraisals.

"Well we can not hold it against you forever," a slight grin creasing his visage."I am interested in your ideas concerning the direction and concerns that face the rose. Please do go on," with a slight wave of his hand suggesting he continue.

Slater rolls 6 dice to speaking to his clan (Diff 5, used willpower) 9,2,4,10,3, 10 (4 successes) -1 diffculty because of the environment which would put toreador at ease. Expression + Charisma rolled


He was really hoping that more of the rose would have shown up but he will take the platform with stride.  You can never depend upon on this clan to be punctual. He closes his eyes and look like he formulating his thought into words and relocate so he is in front of room. Slater now can make precise eye contact with each member. “Good evening everyone for those whom I’m not acquainted with my name is Matthew Rousseau,” He give a bow Illuminatas and a nod to Vittorio. People often forget that slater has the social butterfly in him. He just rarely let it see the darkest of the night. “but most people know me as Slater.” His voice is very calm, precise but it has expressive side that flow like a sweet melody.  “I have notice widen division in our clan that seems to be split with residents and travelers. This issue is troubling me deeply into pit of my soul.” He is using very dramatic hand gesture to emphasize the division. “Honestly, we have two new clan members in our city whom I and many of the member have never truly met. The grapevine has even told me that Illuminatas here has been awarded the title of whip.” His focus was on illuminatas but he quickly switch focus to his elder.  “I ask you this Arturo, how am I supposed to take order from a complete stranger. I’m not in any way attacking your judgment sir but I do believe transition to power has left the resident clan member a little shaken.” Arturo dose know that beside him that the longest living Toreador in Sanfield Rock is Slater.   “I know this problem could easily be remedy tonight by a simple meet and greet with the rest of the clan but it seem faith was against us with our attendance.” He thinking to himself is that a part of the whip is that to put pressure on Clan mate to show up!


He began to face the rest of his clan and began his second speaking point.  “What should be our presence about the invading Sabbat? “I have already met them once upon the field of battle and almost lost my life.” He lifts up his shirt to show freshly adorn battle scars.  “My coterie was victorious in the assault but I can only assume that the sieges will only get worst. I do not want to see any of brother and sister to fall at the hand of this war party! I do not mean to repeat myself, but what is the rose going to do?”

Illuminata's perfectly plucked eyebrow was raised as Slater impugned his Primogen's choice of clan Whip, and remained raised as he abruptly transitioned to questioning the clan's strategy regarding the Sabbat.

"If I may, Mister Rousseau. I have recently come from Atlanta. Come from, nay, fled Atlanta, to be precise. It may be my very experience of this so recent invasion of a major Camarilla stronghold, as well as my previous position within the clan that has afforded me the right to be named clan Whip."

She frowns. "But it is not your place to question your primogen's decision in these matters, Mister Rousseau. You must believe he has the clan's and the city's best interests at heart, else you challenge his position as well."

Eyeing Slater's fresh scars, she adds, "You and your coterie were lucky, Mister Rousseau. Our clan is not known for its prowess in battle of late, and I, for one, am glad to see a warrior among us. Who, or what did you face just recently? Any information you might have is of great value if we are to prepare defenses, especially with the Rabble being so sparse in this city. I think they are the only reason Atlanta stood as long as it did, if it still does."  

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He Look at Illuminata and give a smile, “I never challenge his decision upon making his rule as the elder of clan politics. I do know how the system works even with my rugged appearance.” He let out a small chuckle. “I question how the transition came to be but more importantly the effect upon our clan. If you don’t believe that it had an effect look at how many roses showed up to clan shindig. I hate to be blunt but it must spoken and not overlooked. Our voices as free man our too powerful to be lay down and be forgotten. Our ideas are too grand to be destroyed. I do support you Arturo and I will follow your lead but I just need to know where we are heading? ”  

Illuminata smiles and nods.
"Our clan's sparse showing tonight is indeed worrisome. I, for one, would have liked to meet the ones I may have missed at Elysium. Alas, it appears they did not feel a clan gathering to be important in this time of war. I am saddened that they seem not to care, and I thank you, Mister Rousseau, for your attendance. I am sure that Mister Arturo will enlighten us as to his plans for our little family."
She pauses and lights another cigarette as she looks to Thomas for further information.