#cor.conclave

[howlthorne]

Well, now he couldn’t ask for this guy’s name, not when it would ruin the spike of pure glee he got from tacking the nickname “The Man Handler” onto the stranger’s face. Childish, sure, but he wasn’t paid to be mature at this thing, he was paid to keep hunters from trying to kill the guests, and nothing in his contract said he couldn’t start sticking nicknames on them that left him forcing down a laugh. 

“You hunters are onto some weird shit.” Lucas said, brushing over the fact that, yeah, he’d probably have a pretty good time tossing the guy out of here too. It wasn’t his fault that fighting was fun, and there was something smug about this one that was asking to get thrown through something. “Does this town just build you all different? I’d have been threatened to the moon and back by some hunters wanting me to turn a blind eye to some underhanded shit working something like this in any other city.”

He glanced down at it. "Oh. Thanks." (Had to have something to dress it up from funeral-wear.) He took another sip of his drink. "What can I say, I'm a boring man. Nobody wants to see me in that fancy get-up, I'll leave it to the people that look good in it." Anything less than full modesty meant showing tattoos, and he definitely wasn't interested in that here.

Finlay fought the urge to roll his eyes. Even if dominance was something he normally found attractive, overt intimidation was just irritating to witness. He couldn't be an asshole about this (not directly to security's face), but he could keep on with the sarcasm. That, at least, wasn't just rolling over and taking it. "And miss the chance to get manhandled out of here? Don't threaten me with a good time."

[cutthroat-service]

"Trust me, I'm just as confused as you are."

The Supernatural Conclave/Gala: Emerging from a coma moments prior, Shiv majestically arrives on the back of a large white stag (Cernunnos) and is accompanied by a another witch's familiar (Sage). Matching their hind-legged companions, Shiv is wearing a white suit with a black tie. It's a simpler outfit compared to the rest in attendance but this was a last minute set-up. And who knows? Shiv's night is already chaotic as it is; an outfit change would be the least surprising thing to happen.

Cernunnos runs off into the wild upon dismount. Sage insists on coming, riding on Shiv's shoulders like the royalty she is.

[ireneclermont]

SUPERNATURAL CONCLAVE & GALA

Reluctantly in attendance, Irene slips into the gala with the quiet tension of someone who’d rather be anywhere else. She didn’t want to come —not even a little— but appearances matter, and tonight is all about keeping up pretenses. Dressed in a blue dress and heels (which she could still absolutely throw down in if it came to it), she feels far from herself, uncomfortable in every fabric fold. The only reason she’s even here, and not brooding somewhere far from the noise, is Thea —who managed to talk her off the ledge and into the dress. Irene’s keeping a deliberately low profile, knowing full well she’s under heavy watch, eyes from all sides quietly tracking her. She plans to stick close to those she trusts from the Brotherhood, all while her mind drifts constantly to Shiv.

[fina1kill]

    𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚'𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈.

the conclave. a formal event with a wealth of elegance and a vibe that just screams pretentious in vira's eyes. a perfect place to see what kinda chaos she can get into, but first! a date. when @poiscns asked her to be his plus one, she was more then excited to go as it wasn't often that she got to go to fancy events like this; well fancy events where she just got to be herself, & not someone's paid eye-candy for the month.

matching the energy around her, she stuck to nico's side as the huntress eyed the guards at the gala. what was so special about tonight? keeping an eye on potential exits, improvised weapons she could use & places she could potentially sneak off too; drinks were a must to start the night. she had heard a little bit of what the gala was for & promised she'd keep them in check.

a part of her wondered what others would think; a fellowship and brotherhood arriving together. the thought alone made her giddy, but of course she had schooled her excitement. but like most things, anything sparkly or shiny had vira wandering after it as she'd drift between the drink table & whoever caught her attention.

[prettyskeptic]

open: to cor residents where: conclave, 7:00pm.

   sticking with the crowd of guests entering the massive building, malee's gaze was immediately taking in the space as she wondered what she was walking into. everything screamed elegance and it only intrigued her more; what was the point of inviting so many people all at once? and who were they? the elite? was this an illuminati thing? like an initiation or a big giant sacrifice that she was offering herself on a silver platter maybe?

losing track of her goal when her eyes landed on a freaky ratatouille situation but in the form of a raccoon, malee quickly dipped around the corner instead. "what....the fuck was that?" she said mostly to herself, before putting on a smile and reappearing as if nothing was weird about it. " so is this like another opening? or is this some CEO kid's birthday? what's the stitch here? and why are we all invited?" she soon asked, as if she didn't technically break into the party.

[firstlomidze]

Svetlana Lomidze at The Conclave Gala

Arriving alone, Svetlana poses an imposing figure. Intimidating and powerful in black and red. With cold eyes that promise nothing but pain for anyone in her way. Even when she can't help the way they turn at every movement, searching incessantly for someone she knows is one of the reasons this is happening here. She's here to support her sister, Viktoria @viktorialomidze, and as a founding member of Clan Lomidze, interested in anything and all that the conclave has to offer.

[goldenveins-silas]

Silas Dellamorte -> Gala Event

Silas as a whole has been unsure about the concept of the supernatural, most of his fleeting interactions have left him with an impression of death & destruction. But when Kingsley (@vampiireking) , someone he trusts and admires offers him a chance to see a hopefully more positive side to this new world how can Silas refuse?

[beautybrains-bhavi]

"It's not too much, is it?"

The Supernatural Conclave/Gala: Tonight being Bhavana's first official supernatural event, she comes to The Conclave wanting to make a good first impression (and maybe a half-decent big splash). Her first outfit of this evening is a long, inky v-neck dress that shimmers and shines like stars across the night sky.

Yes, you heard that right. The first outfit is business. Pleasure comes later.

[scintillvnt]

Nyx takes every opportunity to feel like a princess. Who doesn’t like to play dress up? This is her first gala and event since her recent transition. While it’s a good opportunity to be exposed to the supernatural life, Nyx has little interest in mingling with wolves and witches. Her MO is to get drunk on both alcohol and bloodlust. Accompanied by her, of course, is her best friend and fledgling, @tullysinclair. Watch out, Port Leiry.

[millieteethewolf]

who: open to all! when: throughout the evening up until midnight!

She skulks around the corner and presses her back against the wall as she watches a handful of Mariposas and at least one Kanoute Vampire run past. The Vampire could have probably sniffed her out if the room weren't so full of other wolves and more, and Millie's short stature comes in clutch again.

No matter though, because she's got the pretty little thing she swiped; a tiny little hair piece one of the Mariposas had been showing his friend. A piece of her feels, for the moment, reflexively bad for taking it, but, well, maybe this'll be enough of a grab to pay off that sexy Dracula woman.

She eyes the tines of the hairpin, and the intricate carving, and runs her fingers along the tiny thing for a moment, then, wonders if maybe she should give it to Jeanette.

Millie goes to scratch an itch on her face just then, only to find her shirt's... bigger than she remembers it being. She rolls the sleeve up, then rolls it up some more, then some more, then even more. "What the... oh fuuuuu—

And just like that, there's a weird siezing feeling in all of her muscles and bones, but it's squishy, squeamish, not like the twisting agony of the turn.

There's a whisp of smoke and spectral butterflies then, fluttering from over a pile of stylish clothes and cute bat boots.

'Should we?' A voice rings out. The Mariposa witches and their vampire friend arrive then, picking the little hairpin out of the wad of clothes, laughing to eachother as they go back to their table. 'Naw, she'll figure it out.'

There's a minute where she's not sure where she is, but it only takes a second to crawl out of the mound of her clothes and see herself reflected in the polish of her massive boot. "Oh, fuckoff!" she squeaks.

[coltmercer]

COLT MERCER ⸻ THE CONCLAVE

Colt Mercer arrived in a black car, with a friend sitting beside him, wearing a clean-cut black suit and bowtie. The kind you dust off for weddings or funerals. He wouldn’t have even heard of the event if it weren’t for Quin. (@bloody-deliverance) A few weeks back, Quin had shown up at the ranch grumbling about being forced to attend some pompous gala by the people he worked for. Colt had shrugged and said, "Might be fun, if you had some company." Then come with me. A few days later, he brought him a necklace. Just a delicate chain with a small talisman threaded through it. It smelled faintly of citrus. He didn’t ask what it was. But he wore it anyway. (He didn’t know it was laced with verbena. Not yet.)

[julietaisms]

Julieta Yazdani arrives fashionably late, the beloved new prima accompanied by the artistic director under her sway, Andrei Kirkov. Her contact at Dior secures this gown the moment it stepped off the runway – timeless art for one outside of time. Andrei is merely decorative, and she will in all likelihood lose track of him by the end of the night. Julieta currently occupies a strange position of not quite power, but rather that of a visiting dignitary – exactly where she likes to be when it comes to power and responsibility, in control but behind the scenes. This conclave does not directly concern her little kingdom further south, but that by no means will stop her from gaining whatever insight or boon she can.

[cutthroat-service]

Who: Open [No Limit] When/Where: Conclave / 7:00-8:30, Cocktail hour to Dinner Call

Shiv only came to this gala for two reasons.

One, to let all of Port Leiry, including their attackers, know that Kanta Shah is still alive and well. Two, to find a witch. Specifically the witch connected to this spoiled raccoon familiar and then the witch that tended to their comatose body, Thera Wendell. Whatever order in which these events happened did not matter.

If Shiv was lucky, these two witches would be the same person and they could kill two birds with one stone, but they're not holding their breath. "Wendell, Wendell, Wendell..." They mutter to themself. Wherever could she be?

Restless eyes hold a keen focus as they scan every face amongst the crowd, searching for anyone that could vaguely feel familiar. The hunter maneuvers through the venue with purpose, occasionally reaching for fancy hors d'oeuvres as an offering to the equally fancily dressed fiend on their shoulders. "Here. Try this one." The raccoon makes a face. She's surprisingly a very picky eater. Most of the food Shiv gave her has been tossed aside. So much so that it's leaving a snail trail of crumbs and half-eaten finger food behind the hunter.

Unfortunately, just as they are about to approach a promising lead, Shiv's search is abruptly interrupted.

[beautifullycynic]

Lucian Goodwin at The Conclave Gala

Lucian sneaks into the gala quietly, looking down with a smirk on his lips. Laying low as he tries to blend in and catch any and all creatures hanging about him. He's not stupid to try anything in a building full with monsters, but he still entertains the idea of making this as enjoyable as possible. And if the spikes of his shoes are made of silver, that's just an elegant feature.

[whisperdreams-blair]

Blair Davenport -> Gala Event

Vampires, Witches, Werewolves and Hunters oh my. Blair knows that the conclave is going to shake the foundation of the city. Being one of the longest standing Phial members in Port Leiry Blair is representing her coven with pride, and ensuring their secrets are kept close to the chest.

[lcblanc]

Narcisse Le Blanc at The Conclave Gala

Arriving hand in hand with her wife @hollowhearts-aoife, Narcisse hopes to make amends for the way their last night at an event ended. Showing nothing but support for all the work and effort her wife has put to reach where she is right now. She also attends as a member of Clan Pretorius, supporting just as well their representative Laure Stephen @laurestcphens