Los Angeles: Blood Moon - ❌🌙ch6-volcanic-rendez-vous

Chapter 5 Location: Vesuvius, Hollywood Players: @Jean-Paul du Toit (Lucas) and everyone wanting to join ST: @Slinar [Alexander Montferrier] Previous scene : #❌🌙ch6-the-first-la-men (edited)

Jean-Paul will get into the Vesuvius club and just watch the place for a moment, before even deciding to do anything. It does seem to be quite a tasteful place... despite the looks of the customers.

The Vesuvius was nightclub of not really good chastety. One could even say that this night club was a strip club, but it would surely attire the wrath of the owner. As Jean-Paul entered the place, he coud see a stunning woman, with red hair and piercing silver eyes pole-dancing on what seemed to be a reconstitution of a volcano. The whole lightning was warm, reddish, as he just entered, he could see that the whole mood was eruption. Light were lava bulb; and dancers in lingerie seemed to roam the place, offering their services to clients, or for some serving them drinks. A blond woman really soon approched him with a smile, asking how she could help a such delicious fellow. She was in red lingerie, and smiled to him with her blue lipsticked lips.

"Good evening, ma cherie" He will smile at the blond woman and move closer to her, although his eyes do drift towards the much more stunning woman with the red hair. "I was looking for Miss Velour... but I think I could make some time for you first"

Dylan is dressed... a little too well for a place like Vesuvius. Tailored armani, blue pinstripe. On enetering one could tell he seriosuly considers walking back out but steels himself and puts on a smile like a mask eyes scanning the fiery themed room wondering if the proprietor knew what happened to Pompeii..

18:58

He will make his way to the bar, barely giving the servers and strippers a second glance.

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19:00

"Im looking for Pussy Galore... no.. thats not right.. synthetics.. Velvet Velore.. i think.." he will ask the bartender holding a 20 out between two fingers

Jean-Paul saw that man, who was nothing much to look at, but at least dressed well, walking in almost like he owned the place. But he could hardly forgive the butchering he did of the name of the Toreador owner of the place. Of course he wouldn't pick a fight with him, he knew better, he was no fighter... but he excused himself from the presence of the blond stripper and walked towards the man, smiling. "Monsieur, it's Velvet Velour"

Dylan will give the guy a once over. "Oh.. i expected a miss Velour..." He put on a more genuine smile

"Oh, that's not me, I also wish to speak to her... I was simply telling you" He chuckles. "I am Jean-Paul, may I know your name?"

Dylan does a very schmarmy card pull and flick out between two fingers. "Dylan Sean, finance, and investment." He will offer the card with calloused hands.

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19:43

Looks around with clear disdain. "Is this a regular uh.. hang out for you Jean-Paul?" He will ask eyes falling on a woman wearing a outfit a tad too small for her.

"You seem to be a hard worker, you must have fought hard to afford such expensive clothes" Unlike Jean-Paul, who was just born in the right family. "But, no, I arrived recently from France, just moved to Hollywood, so I'm getting used to the neighborhood... I've been recommended here by a friend"

"Hard work.. nah, I got some good tips and had a good teacher.. the markets ripe for anyone with the know how and a little capital to start with.." He will give the room another look. "You should maybe consider new friends. This place makes me want to shower..."

"That's one way to look at it, but there's a beauty to be appreciated here... the women here seem to have been handpicked by someone with very good tastes, and they clearly know how to dance... also it is very aesthetically pleasing, so... can't say I fully agree with your remarks, but, to each their own" He shrugs. "What brought you here?"

Dylan clearly isnt sure about the quality of anything here. "Little bit of this and a little of that. I have a few questions amd maybe a buisness oportunity... how about you? Looking to offload all your singles?"

"No, she's a friend of this friend of mine, I'm just coming to introduce myself, hopefully make a new friend while I'm at it... you know it is, moving is never really easy, is it?"

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"I supose theres some value in that. " He will turn toward the bartender. "Hey, Velour.. where is she pal?"

- Hey man, can you just wait? She's busy. Well be available soon. He smirked. Who knows who she could be busy.

"So, about your investments, do you usually invest a lot in... say, art? Movies and cinema, for example?" He will ask Dylan.

The stunning woman walked down the volcano, in a seducing manner. It was hard to detach one eyes from her generous and almost perfect features. She was at ease her, in her own domain. She stopped near Jean-Paul and Dylan, with a soft smile. "The name is Velvet Velour indeed. But for you, it will be Miss Velour. How can I please you, misters?"

"Mademoiselle Velour, enchanté" Jean-Paul will take her hand and kiss it, very formally, according to the etiquette when meeting a lady. "My friend, Mr. Abraams, thought I should make your acquaintance, since I recently moved to Hollywood"

06:57

(i did think something was wrong)

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"It really is my pleasure seeing such a handsome man coming to my paradise. Feel welcome here, as should be all the person appreciating the Art of the flesh. I'm happy that my father sent you to me. What's your purpose here, in Hollywood?"

"My own art, I'm a movie director... so far I've only made small movies, shorts, back in France, but I decided to come here to learn from the capital of the movies and make my own Magnum Opus"

Dylan gives the woman a appriciative look, she is quite the fetching figure. He will watch the conversation carefully a genuine smile on his face.

"That is wonderful, dear. I hope you will not hesitate to ask for help should there be a need for me at one point." She turned to Dylan, gazing him upside down. "I didn’t grasped your name."

"With your beauty... I don't see any situation in which I wouldn't have a need for you" Jean-Paul says, almost still in awe of her. "But, I think we should speak in private later on, if you can spare the time... for other reasons"

"Dylan Sean, Harpy.. " he will offer a hand shake, though gentle. "Its a pleasure to meet you. "

She’ll look at his hand, before staring at him. "Oh. You’re with them. And what brings you with free minded ?" She totally focused on Dylan, as she looked at the volcano, talking without gazing on him.

Jean-Paul did recognize the name Harpy from somewhere... but he wasn't sure if that was something like the company's name, since he hadn't checked the business card. But hearing what Velvet Velour said, it confirmed what he thought. He was one of the capes he was planning on avoiding. Jean-Paul decided to just stay quiet and listen for now.

"Im looking for some folks.. i had heard you were a lady who knew things." He wont even miss a beat hooking his thumbs in his pants pockets.

"Tell me what you want, and I could listen to your pleads as I enjoy the scene." She was clearly putting a power move of not looking at him, trying to test his limits.

@David as Dylan Sean

"Its come to my attention that some fledglings.. of the shovelhead variety were entrusted to the.. local comunity. I was hoping to find them, before more bloodthirsty attention is drawn to them... your assistance would be indispensable miss Velour."

"I can assure you, Monsieur Sean, that this type of fledgling would not be here in Hollywood, Baron Isaac Abraams takes care of his domain very carefully"

She continued to look forward, as she bit her lower lip. Her left foot shifted of position. "I do think I know what you mean, even if you put it in really unpleasant phrasing, the one that is against your very principles. With a lot of joy, I can ensure you that I'm not at all involved in all of that."

@David as Dylan Sean

"Oh no miss, i wpuld never assume you had anything to do with such a unpleasant affair, you are clearly master of all things wonderful. But alas a problem of that nature is a danger to everyone in our little city.. yes?"

He will glance at Jean-Paul. "Abrams.... or.. the movie guy.. yeah.. oh... "

"What do you want from me exactly ? To tell you about dreams I didn't have ? They are no poor souls here, only ones enlighted and freed from the shackles you call "Order"."

He will smile. "I was hoping you could direct me to the appropriate people. Just a small thing."

"What would I gain from it ? Tempt me."

"Of course my undying affections. But i could offer a financial incentive, your sort of entertainment would meah well with my sort of entertainment. Together we could make you alot of money. "

"What's your entertainment ?"

"I am in the buissness of action, my gorgeous velour. Man against man, strength against strength." He will flex dramatically. "Yoir ladies would enjoy the extra income of being the foremost items of desire for the rich amd influemcial, and you would of course get a cut of the proceeds, and first pick at any competitors that catch your eye.."

Although Jean-Paul is just listening in, the idea of watching men fighting like that disgusts him. He won't say anything, but his facial expressions certainly show his disgust for that.

A disgusted look appeared on the face of the ravishing woman. She flinched her nose, before side looking at Jean-Paul and then at Dylan. "I’m not interested at all in such a display of violence, and to think that my dancers would be adequate in such a setting… I think you can go, shacked man." Her voice grew cold and sharp as she talked.

Dylan will plaster on a smile. "Ah, but miss velour, conflict is the basis of all of life... and unlife... to glorify those who excel at it is... ordered. Well since your not as interested in real money, how about.. say.. 250 dollars to be pointed in the right direction?"

"I said to go. Or don't you abide by your own traditions?"

Jean-Paul is just watching the two and looking for all the possible exits in case something happens. Watching the two, but feeling very afraid the same time, since he doesn't know what exactly in what kind of danger he is in yet.

The plastered on smile dips a moment before being refixed to his face. "Ah, so you want the protections of the traditions. But only the ones you want to follow, when they are convinient for you. Typical." He will turn toward Jean-Paul letting the smile dip from his face. "Come see me if you want to set your sights higher than a disgusting strip club." Then a glance back to Velour, face cold. "Have a lovely evening miss Velour. Maybe we shall see each other again." He does a little finger wave "Toot-les.."

She looked at him going, without a word. Then, she turned to Jean-Paul.

"My sire always did tell me how the Ivory Tower was like... she didn't lie" He seems still quite annoyed at the guy. "Anyway... I came here because Isaac Abraams asked me to send over a message... is there a more private place we can talk at? I assume you have your own office, since you own the establishment"

"Follow me." She began to go up by some side stairs, taking him to a private pole dance room. "Tell me what you wish."

Jean-Paul will follow Velvet Velour and look at his surroundings at the same time, taking in the sights. When he gets there, he will take a deep sigh of relief. "I'll be honest, I thought a fight was going to break out earlier with that Dylan guy... I was not ready at all for that, but, what he said may have something to do with what the Baron sent me for... so, apparently there have been some Sabbat incursions in other places in the city, but he's already taking care of it"

"I'm... Not sure about what you heard, my dear, but I'm afraid. Birds told me that gunshot resonnated in the sewers, and there is this woman... That walked in my paradise the other day. She wanted to speak to me." Miss Velour sat on the couch, tapping softly next to hour to propose him to join. "She wanted news about the Camarilla, as she was a new Autarki in town... But why didn't she just go to my father? And there was a hunger in her eyes, I can't forget it."

@Jean-Paul du Toit (Lucas)

"I haven't heard anything, if I'm honest, Mademoiselle Velour, only what Baron Isaac said... and it was enough to scare me to my core" He said with his hand over his chest. "I will make sure to tell him about that woman though, he asked me to let him know of any concerns you or Ash had"

She posed her hand on his chest, envelopping his hand with her soft fingers. "Would you do what's necessary to protect me, dear? I'm so afraid to be left out of this delicious unlife, and I truelly am helpless in front of violence."

"I really wish I could, but... so am I... I have not learned much about being a warrior, and I still have to rely on my bodyguard for it... however I still am a fellow free thinker, I will do whatever else I can to help"

"Thank you, really. If you desire anything, don't hesite, my knight." She pressed his hand, gazing into his eyes. Jean-Paul felt a bit intoxicated.

"I desire many things, Mademoiselle Velour" He will take her hand and bring it to his mouth, giving it a kiss. "But tonight I should still visit Ash, like the Baron asked... I still want to make a good first impression"

"You did a marvelous one on me, Monsieur Jean-Paul. I hope you will find more wonders tonight, and not monsters in the darkness of the streets."

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==END SCENE== Next scene : #❌💀🌙🟩ch7-uneasy-burden

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Jean-Paul headed to the Vesuvius club, where he met Dylan Sean, a Camarilla Harpy, and he wasn't particularly happy about that. The Harpy seemed to want to know if she had information regarding shovelheads. He also met a fellow anarch, Velvet Velour, who shared some concerns regarding a recently arrived Autarki who tried to get information on the Camarilla from her, rather than the Baron. (edited)

dylan comes to vesuvius in search of the sabbat shovelheads (and to hang with Lucas). He makes a offer to VV and is rebuffed. Hires homless guys to go to the club after he leaves.