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The Coterie - The Edition Hotel (pt 7)
By: BIGDoor82 Date: February 14, 2025, 2:23 pm
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## Anastasia Anderson / 2025-02-10 19:41:04 | 12426
Stacy
*Young hearts, out our minds
Runnin' 'til we outta time
Wild childs, lookin' good
Livin' hard just like we should*
-Kesha
[*Approved*]
Malkavian | Oracular Ability
Visual (Colorful Sparkles) and Auditory (Whispers)
Hallucinations
BP: 12/12, 1/turn | W: 4/4 | Humanity: 6
I almost leap for joy. There's four of us now. Four is a good
number. I mean...not to the Chinese, but like...we're not
Chinese? Anyway. Once Serge agrees to give it a shot sparkles
explode from her, red, yellow, and orange. Fire, passion! He
hides his emotions well, but I'm good at reading
people...apparently?
Anyway, I follow our new Coterie member back into the main room.
"So...I just thought of something..." I smile. "We should come
up with a name for our Coterie. I think moving in together might
be good too. I mean, I enjoy having my own Haven, but we're here
to support and protect each other." This is not a demand, but a
suggestion. "Somewhere secure, and as secret as we can make it."
Because honestly? I don't want MK's or anyone else's sires to
just show up again.... That could get dangerous. "Thoughts?
Suggestions?" I add after a moment. I look at MK. "Serge is
joining us." I tell her.
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## M'Kayleigh Bancroft / 2025-02-10 21:36:24 | 12431
"Don't talk like you don't want me,
Don't talk like I'm some zombie"
[Ventrue Neonate] [Fame:1] [Blush of Health]
"Cause I know you love this feeling - Say you're ready to go,
Say you're ready to go.
I know your body's screaming - Say you're ready to go, Say
you're ready to go."
[App:4 Exotic] [Cha:3] [Presence:3]
[WP: 5/5 - H:6 - BP: 9/10]
Tampa, FL
M'Kayliegh waited as long as she could stand it, patience being
a virtue she had in very short supply. She knew that Clara and
Stacy called most of the shots, and she wasn't resentful. She
was typically very accepting of the Toreador and Malkavian
handling most of the night-to-night decision making, with the
occasional input from herself... although now something gave her
the feeling it was likely a conversation she should have been
involved in. She closes her eyes, focusing her attention on her
hearing. The low voices of Clara and Sergine can be heard as
Stacy approaches. She could tell by the interaction, Clara was
getting a little push-back from the Brujah.
She thought about joining the group when Stacy left the room,
but now that she can hear her BFF giving the most to convince
Sergine, and then Clara moves in with the hard-sell. She wasn't
sure her Coterie would be able to get through to Serge, but with
Clara's charm and Stacy's often surprisingly keen insight, there
was a chance, at least.
MK jumps up from the couch as her Coterie returns, now four
Kindred deep with Sergine agreeing to give it a shot. Her eyes
light up when the Brujah enters with Stacy and Clara. She
bounces up and down excitedly at the prospect of picking a name
for the Coterie, and lets out a series of small claps before
putting her hands over her mouth in mock disbelief. "OMG, thats
cray cray, like total mind-blown emoji for me" she says with a
grin. "Nah, that's cap. I was eavesdropping on the last part. I
couldn't help it, I got mad excited" She lets her wide grin fade
into a soft smile. She can feel her cheeks become warm, blushing
as if embarrassed to use her "Vampire Superpowers" tp spy on her
friends... she just felt only a *little* left out. Now though,
she felt like they were building towards something bigger... and
it made her hopeful.
"yeah... Clara got racks on racks of cash, plus with my
financial portfolio, we could afford to build some bad-bitch
stronghold so legit, nobody would F with us" she almost cackles
she laughs so hard.
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## Clara Groves / 2025-02-10 21:42:09 | 12432
*I want to watch you bleed
You're the crime but I'm the scene*
Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice
[Tampa, FL](/roomloc/19)
Clara returns Sergine's nod. Anything more would be pushing her
luck; she'd caught the reaction to Stacy's appearance, but
didn't read too much into it. Malkavians creep a lot of people
out, it seems. She's never seen any issue with hers though,
never found her to be disturbing. Uncanny, at times, but aren't
they all?
After the Brujah departs, Clara holds onto Stacy's arm to keep
her there a moment longer and, once Serge is out of sight, she
gives her fellow blonde a hug. The Toreador is not much of a
hugger, typically. With her lips next to Stacy's ear, she
whispers, "You did good. I like how this played out." And she
lingers there, before releasing her, following her back into the
suite.
"Do we really need a name? We ain't exactly the James-Younger
Gang over here." She strolls toward the table, popping the
cylinder out of her revolver to pack it away in the open case
with her crossbow, unable to keep from smirking at MK's
exuberance.
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-02-11 00:08:32 | 12439
Come see this little war of mine.
[Approved]
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
[Tampa, FL](/roomloc/19)
Serge took a seat, which is the first time that any of those
present had seen the vampire do beyond sitting down in the
bathroom to fall asleep. They'd get to watch as they slowly,
methodically peeled themselves out of the ballistic vest they
had put on the night before. With that done, they pulled at the
tie that held their neck in a vice lock, and pulled it free,
letting it hang around their neck before undoing the top button
of their suit. It didn't entirely ruin the image of Serge the
others likely had, but it was a distinct change.
"Names can be useful...depending on the purpose and situation.
If anyone has one, go ahead." The Brujah wasn't saying no to the
idea, but it seemed like they weren't about to go gung ho on the
idea either. Slowly his eyes tracked over to Anastasia, more
appraising now, perhaps a little wary as she nodded.
"If we wish to build something than pooling resources and
locations would be valuable." They reached into their pocket and
pulled out a cellphone, it wasn't fancy, and it wasn't new, it
looked more like something someone used a few times before
tossing it in the trash. After a few strokes of their thumb on
the screen they shook their head.
"In this I won't be of help, Les Feuilles Noires, had no
resources in this city. I can tell you a safe place from a
coffin you don't get out of again."
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## Anastasia Anderson / 2025-02-11 15:39:14 | 12447
Stacy
*Young hearts, out our minds
Runnin' 'til we outta time
Wild childs, lookin' good
Livin' hard just like we should*
-Kesha
[*Approved*]
Malkavian | Oracular Ability
Visual (Colorful Sparkles) and Auditory (Whispers)
Hallucinations
BP: 12/12, 1/turn | W: 4/4 | Humanity: 6
I smirk at MK. "Hey, I'm not exactly poor either." My parents
did run one of the most powerful law firms in Tampa before they
died... I'm easily a millionaire... maybe not a multimillionaire
like they are but still! Anyway, I laugh it off. I didn't really
say anything when Clara pulled me aside, but she knows me well
enough to know I appreciate her, I hope. These bitches are my
besties, and I'd do anything for them. That now includes Serge.
"Of course we need a name. We might not be the...whoever you
said gang, yet, but one day we'll be running this bitch." I say,
motioning to the city at large. Yeah, of course I have big
plans. I'm as much Kindred as anyone else here. Power is what we
need to really build anything of lasting value, and now that
Serge is with us, we need to do just that. I also believe we,
between the four of us, have the ability to do it, even if it
takes 100 years.
I'm excited and I'm making it everyone's problem! "We should try
to get Ybor City from Pembrook. That's where the Ivory Rose is."
There's no strategic value to Ybor really. I know there's a few
Nosferatu living in the old sewer system, but otherwise it's
mostly empty hunting ground. People come from all over the
country for Guavaween though, which is useful.
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## M'Kayleigh Bancroft / 2025-02-12 22:59:44 | 12454
"Don't talk like you don't want me,
Don't talk like I'm some zombie"
[Ventrue Neonate] [Fame:1] [Blush of Health]
"Cause I know you love this feeling - Say you're ready to go,
Say you're ready to go.
I know your body's screaming - Say you're ready to go, Say
you're ready to go."
[App:4 Exotic] [Cha:3] [Presence:3]
[WP: 5/5 - H:6 - BP: 9/10]
Tampa, FL
M'kayleigh tilted her head slightly when the Toreador pulled
Stacy to the side and whispered to her. It wasn't *what* was
said, as much as *how* it was said, that caught her attention.
She smiles to herself, the unusually affectionate tone Clara
took with the Malkavian was something she found encouraging, and
a sure sign the Coterie was heading in the right direction.
Trust, and genuine affection, were both things MK found to be
lacking in her's, and what she assumed to be most Kindred's
unlife. Stacy and MK were affectionate, to the point they
literally lean on each other, and the Ventrue had found herself
stroking Stacy's hair more than once. She was excited, even if
it was something most other's would find trivial.
She chuckles a bit at Clara, but shares Stacy's confusion about
the popular outlaw gang. "I low key don't know who TF the
Younger James Gang is, but let's def come up with a better name,
for real for real, capital F dot capital R dot" she grins at
Clara, turning her attention back to Serge still grinning. "It's
okay Serge. You're like, peak Vampire fuck-em-up. I feel safer,
I mean... like, now that you are gang gang with our Coterie.
That's worth mad bucks, no cap" she says to the Brujah with a
firm nod. "We take care of each other 'round these parts" She
says the last part with a forced southern accent, which mixed
with her American/Thai accent, is probably more confusing than
hearing her talk to her Sire in proper sentences and eloquent
vocabulary. She glances over to Clara with a smirk and makes
direct eye contact when she does.
MK sometimes forgot that Stacy was basically rich, herself. She
or Clara usually paid for stuff... Clara was quick to pull out a
stack of cash, and MK was lightning with the banking apps on her
phone, as finance was the only part of business, as a whole,
that she had ever had much interest in. Board meetings, boring.
Management, too much work. Corporate espionage, too complicated.
Numbers, numbers she got. She could fuck up a spreadsheet. She
was fire with quick books. She low key killin at the stock
market. Still, she didn't worry about money. She was born into
generational wealth, it was always just kind of 'there' when she
needed it, and she was taught by daddy how to get more. 'Oh
snap. My B, Stacy. I would *never* call you poor. You already
doing the most with your visions, so I just meant, like, we can
bankroll everything. You just do what you do, bestie" she says.
then turns to address the room.
"I have a plan, or... at least the beginning of a plan?" She
looks down at the notes app on her phone as she stands. "I have
an idea. It's fire AF. I mean, I believe it has merit" She says
trying to concentrate on being serious, to be taken serious,
like daddy taught her.
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