Grand Theatre - Playroom Monday March 28th 2011

William picks up his cane, standing up straight as he continues to watch over the room from the balcony.
"As you wish."

The Tremere gives a polite respectful nod towards Anson, once he notices her frowned gaze upon his general location. Having run out of subjects to talk about, he returned to staring about the room and keeping a watchful eye on Fred to make sure he didn't do anything out of bounds, William wasn't sure when that habit popped up, and kept giving brief Glances to Nyx whenever she did something particular expressive.

"I seem to have angered Miss Anson once more without actually doing anything. Would autonomous involuntarily feather ruffling count as a skill I should mention on my Curriculum Vitae?" William added as a joke to keep the conversation flowing while trying to get a feel for Horsman's character, albeit his attention still mostly on the people below.

Must be your sarcasm and your attempt at jokes. Those used to be bludgeoned out of an apprentice with the use of Inquisition's methods of torture. Quite effective, although I'm not sure if they were ever used on Bordeaux.

Mikael's tone is that of an explanation, not a threat. It's still neutral.
He turns to face William and whispers something in his ear.

William, spies:

Mikael then returns to his spot watching over the kindred below.

William shrugged, still a passive stare on his face.
"I know. But I've suffered worse pains as a human. It broadens your perspective on certain matters."

Once Mikael whispered something in his ear, he straightened and made his way downstairs, walking up to Griffin and Anson and gave a polite albeit slight bow.
"Griffin Sodaris, Anson Sodaris, good evening."

Taking up a seat near the two, he briefly looked around and then faced the pair.
"A lot of new faces I haven't seen before."

He leaned forward a bit, lowering his voice, albeit looking apologetic.

Griffin, Anson, spies:

ST note just ignores it's "Soladis NAME" :p

Griffin gives Ansons a vague "meh" shrug. He doesn't agree with her, but he is interested.

Corinna, spies and Latin:

When William approaches, Jean-Pierre gives him a nod and listens. His tone is cold and distant, he perfectly got the message.
(Jean-Pierre) Sodalis Wolvenheart. I know most of them at least by reputation. I will gladly introduce you, once the situation becomes appropriate. Patience.

He indicates quickly something in front of him for his clanmates to see.
(Jean-Pierre) This is far more worrying than the unknown guests.

Wits+Alertness>4:

Gregory gives a slight nod to Felix words, generally approving even if the answer doesn't get his full agreement. Jerome looks at him, and then at Felix, before he looks away. He's not convinced, to him there's something more.
(Jerome) I trust my Primogen's judgment. I do not really feel that concerned, so I will let those who know take the decision.
(Gregory) I see. Sometimes it's wise to withdraw.

Gregory leans a bit to whisper to his clanmates.

Felix, spies:

Doctor still discusses with Nyx. Igor's placed himself just below Mikael's "balcony". He's drawing or writing on his sketchbook.

Nyx:

The primogen who went out come back in. Theodore in particular looks more annoyed than anything.

William briefly glanced back and nodded once he returned to face his peers.
"Yes... that. They've been going at it since the déambulatoire. Should there be an..."

Corinna, Pierre, spies:

Claudia turns her head to Neb, then to Emilio. She whispers to them both but she's addressing Neb.

Neb, Emilio, spies:

Gregory listens to Felix's words, serious and attentive. He nods every now and then to show he is focused. He then whispers back to his childe and grand-childe. Jerome takes part to the conversation willingly.

Felix, Jerome, spies:

Gregory signs good bye and moves away from Jerome and Felix.


Jean-Pierre can't help a smile at Corinna's spoken Latin words. He answers her in French as if nothing.
(Jean-Pierre) You hold them in high esteem, hopefully you won't get disappointed.

He seems sincere but clearly he doesn't believe an ounce of it, yet his "hopefully" is fairly sincere. He gives a glance back at William, then in front of him. He whispers for his clan mates.

William, Corinna, spies:

Without looking away from his clansmates, William responded.

Griffin, Corinna, spies:

He turned his head towards the stage, his eyes briefly wandering and noticed Igor below the balcony he has been standing with Regent Horsman, the neonate's eyes narrowed.

"Also, why is Rufus ruining a perfectly fine portable bookshelf library chest to move the prisoner?"

Linguistics French:

Corinna raises an eyebrow at Griffin's words and answers him in French aswell.
"Well, I'm prepared for it, of course, but I'd very much like to believe they are better than that. Even if they aren't."
However, as she joins in whispering again, the frown on her forehead reappears.

William, Griffin, Spies:

She shifts her weight a bit while speaking, with a somewhat stiff posture, before continuing with a dry hint in her voice.
"I believe the word you are looking for is simply 'chest' or, if you are so inclined as to wanting to refer to the enormous dimensions of this wooden container and its peculiar contents, a 'coffin'. As to the intention of your question, I do not believe that Rufus decided how to move this chest's contents, but that it was a decision made for him."
While her somewhat monotonous manner of speaking makes no hint of it, the Librarian's phrasing and dry intonation clearly show she is mocking William for his linguistic deficiency. It's the kind of 'if I'm not making fun of it, I'm going to cry'-humour, which she might have picked up from Griffin.

"I have already inquired about the matter with Regent Horsman."

William crosses his arms, a smug smile on his face as he raised his left eyebrow.
"No, I was actually looking for the name of such an article, with it's specific function in mind, not it's nature, I'm quite aware what the word chest means. I could call a television a display apparatus, but it's just not the same. I was hoping, as our esteemed librarian, you could enlighten me on the specific terminology used for it."

Griffin indicates Rufus' big chest/trunk/suitcase.
(Jean-Pierre) I suppose carrying an aware body around where it could sense its surroundings was out of the question. Wasn't that the one you came in with, Ansons?

Corinna:

The Tremere Harpy then whispers back to the other two Tremere about the issue they were discussing.

Corinna, William, spies:

After a long exam break...

Doctor gives the evil eye at Nyx and leaves her to walk back towards the stage, not addressing another word to her.


Jerome nods at his childe's words to him without minding it much for a moment. He does give an apologetic look to him and leans back to whisper.

Felix, spies:

Griffin answers William's question with a vague shrug.

All the Primogen gather back after a good twenty minutes of hearing (or simulating attention) their clanmates.



On the stage, Gosuin indicates to Theodore the case, which the Brujah gives a look to a moment before he opens it up and empties it in the most dreadful way, making the body inside roll aside, immobile. All Kindred in the audience seem fairly attentive to see who was behind the latest issues in town, and finding a man in a shirt and pants, staked from the back, that just doesn't look that scary or impressive, seems to disappoint them.
Theodore leaves the case aside, not with a peculiar care but at least not tossing it as shit, considering the stare Rufus is giving him. The Gargoyle stays in front of the stage, but he crouches, leaving only his head above the level so he can see, and eventually act, should something happen.
Gosuin stays silent a moment while observing with a non hidden hatred the marionette just a few steps in front of him.

The Ventrue Prince speaks again, causing an instant silence on the room.

Perception+Alertness > 5:

(Gosuin) Seems everyone has heard what their clan wished. Let us proceed decisions and arguments. I'll start with my own decision as Primogen of the Ventrue. Our Domain Tradition was violated, as well as the sanctity of my Clan. As a Prince, I cannot forgive such intrusion in my Domain, which is why I vote for Death.

The Ventrue seems to have gven it some serious thought, but his decision is firm and clear. He glances at Theodore
(Gosuin) Theodore?
(Theodore) Final Death. He tricked you, that's your own issue, but Domain's serious shit, especially mine.

The Brujah is quick and clear in his words. He's decided and he's got conviction. The Prince doesn't seem surprised and looks to another.
(Gosuin) Primogen Doctor ?

The Nosferatu says silent a brief instant, unlike the Brujah.
(Doctor) Information is key, my Prince. The Nosferatu believe he should live, in a controlled way. His actions, his link to Miss Vanderstree, and his goals must be found out properly before he can be executed. Clearly more is to come. The Nosferatu vote for life under restricted confinement.

The Primogen doesn't sound as narrow-minded as the Brujah and Ventrue before him, but he is convinced by his own argument. He's not as firm in his words however. Gosuin shows no emotions to his words and glances back at another.
(Gosuin) Primogen De Sainte-Croix?
(Victor) Death.

The Malkavian Primogen shrugs. He has no arguments to give.
(Gosuin) Primogen Bowens?
(Henri) The Gangrel's concern is fairly slim. I would prefer speak last and be the tie-breaker after everyone's arguments.

The Ventrue stays silent a moment, integrating the Gangrel choice. He waves off with a vague nod.
(Gosuin) Noted. The Gangrel vote will be last cast. Primogen Darvault?
(Gregory) Life. He was clearly under some other control, has no relationship to what happened last December, and Miss Vanderstree fought with us and lost valuable retainers. Killing a peon will be useless. They can be forgiven should they make proper amends to the clans and individuals concerned.

The Prince nods; he's not that surprised. He opens the paper he has in his hand.
(Gosuin) I see. I will read Primogen Kersten decision which was handled to me the night of the events.

After he had broken the seal and put the papers in order, he reads them quickly before reading out loud, with a fairly jaded face.
(Gosuin) "My Prince, fellow Primogen and to whom it may concern. Concerning the Vonzel situation, first let me give a few facts: Domain is clearly an issue on the Brujah side. The Tremere side have no domain rights over the Church since we moved, only to the Big Bell through Rufus. Interrogation lead me to believe he broke and entered what he thought was an empty place to retrieve a relic of ours. The full bond between he and the Toreador Alicia Vanderstree de facto denies his past place in the Sabbat, as such I have to consider him as a Camarilla member. A very stupid Camarilla member with bad luck and a suspicious clan. As Primogen of the Tremere Clan I vote for him to live and we reserve ourselves the right to bond him as a compensation for his intrusion, as it has been clear the Tremere were the target of this intrusion. Should this situation be unacceptable to the Council, we will satisfy ourselves with a Blood Hunt on their head so they leave our city, and full information be sent to other Camarilla Cities should they give him Hospitality. Regards, Kersten."

The Ventrue stays silent, looks behind the paper to see if the Regent had written anything else. He gives a glance at Henri Bowens.
(Gosuin) The Ventrue, Malkavian and Brujah vote for Death. The Nosferatu, Toreador and Tremere vote for life. Primogen Bowens.

Dumbstruck; the Gangrel approaches the Prince, eyeing at the paper he has in hand. The Ventrue gives it willingly. A careful eye will notice that the Gangrel reads through the text, jaw dropping. He mutters a profanity for himself, staying silent a moment, before looking at the body, then at the audience.
(Henri) Has someone arguments to give me other than the ones spoken already?

The Ventrue takes back the letter to give it to Theodore who approached with a face reading "wtf" all through the room at Gosuin's read. The Nosferatu, Malkavian and Toreador Primogen don't look that surprised (or they're better at hiding it).



Griffin leans back to Corinna and William to whisper to them before, if ever, they choose to speak.

Corinna, William, spies:

He gave a nervous glance to Jerome before moving his eyes towards his lap, obviously hesitant to say much of anything.

Jerome; spies:

His attention soon turned to the stage, listening intention as the sentence was announced for each clan. However, he seemed surprised to find that the matter was currently a tie, as he had expected that despite his own input, the other clans would have decided to kill the individual immediately. He looked to Jerome.

Jerome; spies:

Nyx moved away once her discussion with her Primogen was clearly over. She did not take a seat, leaning her back against the wall a little further back towards the exit mindful to remain away from the groups and intrude on their conversations.

She listens to the votes with a certain apathy, arms crossed over her chest and face remaining as expressionless as ever;  she looked almost bored.

When Henri asks for arguements to decide his vote she shifts her weight against the wall and looks up to the stage again.

If we punished everyone so harshly for doing stupid shit there'd be a lot less of us here now. We all make mistakes, granted some more than others, and some larger than others.

Give him a humiliating punishment to placate your egos and be done with it.

It becomes more evident as she speaks she thinks this is a waste of time and is certainly directing her last comment to Gousin and Theo.