Post by The Marquis on May 23, 2013 21:56:21 GMT -8
It has been a hum-dinger of a change in the last few weeks, hasn’t it? We held a lot of Kindred responsible for their lack of discretion. Frost. Margot. Adrian. Everybody agrees we were lucky to have Dario D’Ragno step up as Prince, and he has whipped us into shape. He has handed down new edicts about masquerade and domain, and we’ve even had a city-wide push to unmookify our wayward associates, from Tremere lessons about the masquerade to several of us just flat-out going to the mattresses.
Our gathering will be held in the “Center for Spiritual Living,” so that should be a lark. Our lovely keeper said to dress “Ecclectic, casual, or like a hippy. Fitting in with Folks life.” So. That.
I received a letter from an old friend. He’s the harpy of a place that I’ll keep nameless, but he was recounting an amusing story that happened. A group of kindred, all new to the game apparently, in my friend’s city have made a club they call the “diner’s club.” They host parties at their houses or something. Not relevant to the story. So these gourmets went out of their way to find some special flavor for this bird who lives there - she wanted the blood of twins or something. Anyway, this diner’s club tried to tell my friend that the twin-guzzler owed them all a boon together as a group. He had to waste his time explaining to them that boons are a sacred bond between individuals, not groups. Like their no-good sires should have explained to them. But, they were all new to the game so he let it slip without too much of a scandal, though it’s ridiculous that even the newest of us would be so ignorant. He’s a softy I guess.
Our gathering will be held in the “Center for Spiritual Living,” so that should be a lark. Our lovely keeper said to dress “Ecclectic, casual, or like a hippy. Fitting in with Folks life.” So. That.
I received a letter from an old friend. He’s the harpy of a place that I’ll keep nameless, but he was recounting an amusing story that happened. A group of kindred, all new to the game apparently, in my friend’s city have made a club they call the “diner’s club.” They host parties at their houses or something. Not relevant to the story. So these gourmets went out of their way to find some special flavor for this bird who lives there - she wanted the blood of twins or something. Anyway, this diner’s club tried to tell my friend that the twin-guzzler owed them all a boon together as a group. He had to waste his time explaining to them that boons are a sacred bond between individuals, not groups. Like their no-good sires should have explained to them. But, they were all new to the game so he let it slip without too much of a scandal, though it’s ridiculous that even the newest of us would be so ignorant. He’s a softy I guess.