Observations of Jason Gates (Clan Malkavian, Primogen):

My Night was filled with ups and downs, exhilerating conversation, and crushing disappointment. I was filled with respect and contempt for my leaders and my "leaders". But overall, it was good.

I spent much of my evening in a seemingly futile and fruitless pursuit. I am very grateful to those who made an attempt to help me, you know who you are, and as the matter has not yet been closed, I will refrain from talking about it. I am disheartened that several of the parties involved seem to need such prodding, and one in particuliar, I feel, should butt the hell out. Alas, when you are working with the ageless, it is hard to see how much their life has shaped them. The soldier can see only war, the socialite only gossip. Such things are not true of all people, but certainly there is a reason for many of those stereotypes.

At any rate, the matter is left in the capable hands of the Harpy, who's decision will be just, I'm sure, and final. I will let the issue die, though it struggles for life, and bury it, taking with me a clearer view of some of my neighbors.

The evening started promisingly enough, with Kindred gathering and talking. The Sheriff brought a friend of his, a Malkavian, who joins his staff of deputies. He was introduced to his clan and the city. The Prince brought a guest to court, who appears to be an old friend of the Keeper's, the Harpy's and the Ventrue clan as a whole. Status was gained and stripped, apologies were given and accepted.

And there was great joy among the people.

I met with Elder Tayback and Primogen Palmer, and announced my decision to them, as I now do to the city, that I will accept Primogen Palmer's invitation to serve on his response team. Excitement and adventure looms ahead, I can see it now.

There was not a lot else to happen that I care to comment on, or that I haven't already spoken about. We persevere through our troubles, and remember those who've wronged us. A wise Kindred said that to me earlier in the night. Like elephants we never forget, except for names, sometimes we forget those. And sometimes we lose our keys, but we certainly must have spares somewhere, oh wait, shouldn't the driver have the keys? Aha, you see? In the end, it all works out. I must be off.

Observations of Ol' Eddy (Clan Malkavian):

Much like everyone else, I was surprised at how quiet the last gathering was. A little excitement during court, which was quickly subdued, with the arrival of the new Ventrue in the city. As expected, a lot of status changed hands as the fallout from the previous gathering rolled on. Court disbanded to allow the prince to converse with the response team leaders about their responsibilities. For the rest of the night, the only major event was the flooding of the Nosferatu elevator. For me, who is forced to rely on Second Sight and my other sense, this was a most unpleasant occourance.

I must say, that I rather like this "peace and quiet" thing. Makes my job that much easier. Even the problem folk managed to stay out of trouble; no strange news stories, no dead ghouls floating in the river, no polar bears in shopping centers. It makes me feel like I'm accomplising my task of trying to root out the disorderly elements in the city.

I have only one further note: I hope that Pietr will be able to attend the next gathering. And by "able to attend," I mean I hope that Jean-Luc will be kept away from him. Jean-Luc is a freind of mine, and I do hope that he can control his temper about the whole situation with Billy. Might I remind the Nosferatu that the prince did say that they do not have Right of Destruction.