Christmas Eve at the Jackdaw’s

[annabelle]

William winks at her, takes the blindfold out and relaxes in a sofa. Suddenly, he closes his eyes, then opens them again and he looks disoriented for some seconds. He quickly regains his composure and goes back to a corner of the room.

A girl appears out of nowhere, one of the carol singers. See appears to be in her mid-twenties, long blond hair and a youthful beautiful face. She chuckles and takes the blindfold and the whip and she smiles at Katherine and Jerome.

“Ready!”

[Lady Fortescue]

Valeria looks up, the echos of bemusement fixed on her expression. To the appearance of Matthias Childe, she agrees in low murmur.

"It is a game of Arabs," the Primogen says, by way of explanation. If she feels at a loss for her ignorance on Dominos before now, Valeria doesn't show it. If anything, she looks immersed by the concept.

[Jerome Price]

As Katherine and William prepare Jerome will have Ellen fetch a glass of vitae and bring it to Annabelle as she stands poised on the threshold of the room.

"Madam, do you have a favourite carol we might ask the carollers to sing while our competitors engage?"

[Mrs K. Saunders]

“Oh dearest lady? You want to play instead? Fine.” She smiles gleefully, “Fine, Helen I will play against you in any vessel of your choosing.”

She grabs hold of the caroller and drags her into the wide entrance hallway and places a blind fold over the woman’s eyes. Katherine steps back and covers her own.

“Move and shout the phrase for me then!”

[annabelle]

The beautiful singer tilts her head to the side and smiles softly. A set of black teeth are revealed and a horrible smell along with them. Her voice musical and soothing. What a wonderful voice!

"My dear, we agreed to play with each other not with others. I will feel the pain of your whipping not the vessel I am possessing, whereas you bring a human into the game which doesn't make sense. Are you feeling alright Katherine, do you need a massage?...or perhaps a kiss?"

And with that she pouts at her while playing with one of her curls.

[Mrs K. Saunders]

“I’ll take that as the phrase then.” She smirks.

She reaches out again with auspex this time. Burning blood to put some force behind it she raises the whip high and launches it with all her might at the caroller. The whip slices through the dress and across the breast and stomach of the singer.

Her eyes flash and her fangs show. She laughs hysterically.

“Did you like that Helen? Am I playing the game correctly now?”

She goes to lift up the whip again, staring at he blood dripping off it. She licks her lips and then decides to lick the whip itself.

[Annabelle Herschel]

Annabelle eyes flash as the whip cracks at the singers flesh, her fists clench as she tries to control her beasts urges.

She turns to Katherine while she licks the ruby drops of blood from her whip. “Katherine, please stop.” her voice deep and broken as she tries to get the words out.

Her whole body is tense trying to hold back every muscle, her eyes darkening. Her vision becomes slightly blurred.

[Jerome Price]

Jerome applauds the strike, "A point to Katherine. Right, now lets find you a new spot each of you and start again, this time with Katherine making the call and Helen, or whomever this dainty little fare is, makes the strike."

Jerome works to move both Katherine and the carol singer in new positions, Katherine in the room with everyone else and the caroller just at the door of the hall.

[Elisabeth.BasireDuP]

Elisabeth has been trying to ignore the other game, but at the sound of that blow, she can no longer hold back. Muttering an apology to the Elders and Christine she stands and heads towards the hall door, "I apologise for interrupting your fun, but the smell of the blood is a little disturbing, and I was also thinking that the game is a little pointless when using our skills against a mortal frame. Would it not be more challenging to use the gifts that you have been given more directly?"

[Trevor Jackdaw]

Placing down the double six with the three on the other end helped him leap ahead slightly in the scores. But at hearing the words from Helen he turns in his chair and starts drumming his fingers on the table. Kathrine said no crossbows at the party but she'd said nothing about throwing knives. One of which was sequestered within his breast pocket. His eyes are scouring Helen's form top to bottom. His face betrays nothing of his feelings. His eyes betray everything. He looks ready to kill. Seeing Kat's strike his lips curl into a blood thirsty smile. He hoped Helen could feel that in the mortals body. Fortitude had it's benefits but it's fun to watch someone struggle without it.