2. San Francisco, October 8th, 2022 (RP)

October 8th, 7 o'clock Hour, San Francisco
A chill descends upon the city, as the sun sets over the Pacific. Mortals go about their lives, venturing out into the weekend evening.

Kindred in their lairs stir.

October 8th, 8 o'clock Hour, San Francisco
Both Giulia and Erik awaken for the night, their Hunger still satiated from the previous night--though it's only a matter of time...


October 8th, 8 o'clock Hour, Guilia's LairAs of yet, you've had no contact from Patrick--which could be a good thing.

Have any of her personal contacts reach out to her this evening?

October 8th, 8 o'clock Hour, Erik's LairJynx has already responded to you, giving the affirmative.

will take time. on it.

Where do Giulia and Erik meet? How do they set this up?

Erik wakes up and goes through his normal routine. Loki watches him with a bored expression and quickly goes back to guarding the penthouse.

After he's showered and dressed appropriately, Erik sends Giulia a short text. Where do you want to meet up at? We should arrive together at Elysium.

Giulia was awakened by the buzz of her vibrating phone. Shit! I’ve overslept. Dammit Patrick. Brushing the hair from her eyes and straining to concentrate on the screen, she wrote back a hasty reply.

There’s that little place, the flower store on the corner of the central plaza. See you there in 30 minutes?

October 8th, 8:30 PM, Flower Shop on the Corner of Central Plaza
A cold breeze blows down the San Fran street, rustling the flowers in their holders. The place is open late, and several mortals are queued purchasing bouquets.



To your Kindred senses, the night smells strong of the heading, sweetness of flowers.

This is technically your territory, and you'd feel confident tonight that nothing is amiss.

You'd quickly notice each other, in the artificial light of the stores and streetlights, as you approach the stand.

Giulia approached the stands and idly stroked the petals of the flowers. In this appreciation of beauty, Giulia still retained part of her old self. Heavily she sighed and awaited Erik. On seeing him, she greeted him with a stern look.

Good to see you Sarge. I’ve had a hell of a night yesterday. How’s things with you?

Erik smiles as he sees Giulia by the flower stands. Walking over he even laughs at her comment. Apparently I'm picking up strays now. I'm not sure why we're being...invited to the Elysium Club. You can bet one thing it's politically motivated. So it's probably going to get real interesting real quick.

The Elysium Club? Giulia questioned puzzled. Going to take me dancing now huh Sarge?

Well best we get going then. I’ve a few things to tell you too…

Sounds like we both picked up a stray. Yours sounds a bit like a poacher. We may be able to find something out at the club.

As they start to walk, Erik glances over and continues to speak. Watch yourself when we get there. The Elysium Club is unlike anything you've seen or been to. It's a Kindred only club. The politics are think, you can taste it. Why I got an invitation, is beyond me. Yet, you don't ignore an invite or...summons.

Oct. 8th, Elysium -- 9:30 PM
It takes the two of you about an hour to arrive at Elysium--in the heart of San Francisco's downtown, on one of the top floors of a massive skyscraper.



You pass through several "checkpoints" on the way through the building. They're subtle, but made intentionally obvious to you, so as to show you your approach could not be unobserved.

After a moments ride in a private elevator, you finally arrive in Elysium. The entire space appears to be "open" in concept, and expanding into the floor above. Most of the wall is window that looks put upon the city.



Couches, fountains, art installations, potted plants, and other Kindred dot the floor. The vampire stand or sit in groups of three to six, talking, laughing, and plotting all in voices barely above a whisper. The lights are dim, but the moonlight and city lights cast a warm glow about the room.

A physically imposing Kindred leans against a pillar directly next to the elevator bank. Power fairly oozes off him. He nods you past, though, and doesn't impede your entry.






Conversation hushes as you enter, and most eyes turn to you. After a few moments supernatural awkwardness, a couple breaks off from one of the large groups and slowly approaches.

"Welcome," The woman says in a musical British accent. "I don't think I've had the pleasure..."

The man, American by accent, chimes in in a slow uncertain voice.

"Meredith thinks we should claim you two." He motions to a couch beside a free standing, gas electric fire hearth. "She was getting bored with our normal...conversation. Will you join us?"

Greetings Issac, it has been a while. Introduce me to your friend here, I would definitely remember meeting someone as...refined as her. Erik purposefully puts himself between the duo and Giulia.

Noticing Sarge putting himself in the way, Giulia pipes up with a simple Hi popping her head over his shoulder and raising a hand.

Oct. 8th, Elysium -- 9:30 PM
Isaac inclines his head to Erik and motions at Meredith. "This is Meredith Stewart," he says of her. "She's in from London. Business."

"Charmed," she says. The smiles she gives the two of you just barely displaying her fangs. "Isaac and I go way back. And we have many...business...interests in common," she says with a smile.

She leads Isaac back to the couch oasis, with a slow swaying walk. The pair is open with their invitation for Erik and Giulia. "Please, come chat. I love speaking with locals."

London huh? So what made you come all this way? Giulia asks, attempting to seem innocent, and takes a seat before Isaac and Meredith.

Oct. 8th, Elysium -- 9:30 PM
Meredith lifts a wine glass from a heavy end table resting next to the couch. The low, blue light of the space makes the liquid fairly glow.

She sips the wine and responds. "Opportunity." She gives a predatory smile. You can see the blush pushed through her immortal face. "Like so many cities, lately, there seems to be a vacuum in leadership. Poor Isaac, here, was telling me war is like to break out any night now! The Prince is away, so the rats are out to play." Her voice carries fake outrage.

"I never said that," Isaac laughs. "That's not true."

Meredith ignores him and carries on. "And Isaac has so many enemies. I'd be so broken up should he end this decade in final death."

"Now that is true." He leans over and kisses Meredith's cheek. She ignores him.

"But what about you?! Why have you chosen to exist in such a small, squalid, city?" She leans forward in exaggerated interest, directed at Giulia.

Erik stays relatively close to Giulia as they move to the couches. Finding himself agreeing with Meredith, Eric decides to toss his opinion in. You're right, the Prince and most of his...crew are gone. Sooner or later someone is going to make a power play. That or start dividing the city up.

Sitting back in the coach, Erik thinks on how to answer Meredith's question. This has been my home since I fought my back from the second world War. Why should I leave?