Sorrin had taken Lup out to the garden, wanting to teach him some basic commands, as well as cultural norms when in different places. At the moment of receiving Victor's text, he had been discussing how since he was now a gentleman, he couldn't urinate where ever he wanted.

Sorrin quickly types back, [I'm in if everyone else is.] 

Harold enjoyed playing and learning new instruments with Alana, the nosferatu offering her the chance to also learn the organ and the theremin whenever she so wished. He reads the text on Alana's phone, a small smile coming across his lips and nodded at the question of joining with them.

When the duo arrived, Alessandra was right behind them, the dress she sported earlier gone as she now wore a simple black nightgown with her hair tied up into a messy bun. "Short but sweet," She comments, sitting down at the table. "Perhaps she didn't have any ulterior motives like I thought she did. Hm."

"No ulterior motives, she really just wanted to see what I had been doing with my unlife since I saw her last. She's glad that I live here, but she also didn't hide her disappointment at my not getting involved in Camarilla politics." He shrugs and starts passing out dice and cups to everyone. "You all know how to play Yahtzee, right?"

Sorrin arrives with Lup who jumps up into a chair along side him, "I do. Lup can learn as we go." Lup gave a confident, almost prideful stare at Victor.

"Misha no remember the rules of this game, know eet hef dice and cup and paper - score points on what shows on dice, ya, but nothing else." she said. After a brief pause, she said casually, "So, I guess Persimmons won't be spending the night? How..unfortunate? For you? I think? Maybe."

Victor explains the rules of Yahtzee to anyone who doesn't get it.

"No, she won't be staying the night, but to be honest she wasn't going to sleep with me tonight anyway."

Misha nods in understanding.

Alessandra snorts a bit. "While I'm sure she would have been a fine ****, it's her loss." She leans on the table, resting her chin on her hand. "A shame really. Should have invited her to Yahtzee too, would have been a good way for us to get to know her better."

Victor chuckles. "Well it's reassuring to know that you think she's missing out by not sleeping with me. I'll make sure to invite her to Yahtzee the next time she decides to visit."

Victor takes out five cups and puts five dice into each cup before distributing them. "Shall we begin or do we wish to keep talking about sex?"

Alana shrugs and smiles and takes her cup. "I find these conversations endearing and amusing." 

“Just as Lana said,” Alessandra speaks up, taking her cup. “I like playing games, but just talking is nice too, you know? Not even necessarily about sex. How did you feel about the visit, Victor? What was everyone’s impressions of his sire?”

Misha picked up her scoring sheet and looked at it. It had lots of numbers and stuff. She was competitive in certain things, but hanging out with her friends around the table playing a game didn't bring that out in her. She just wanted to have fun, so she listed to the others as they talked - happy to either play or converse.

"She was cute. You could sense her power, and she clearly didn't see any of us as a threat." Sorrin keepers his hands idle lightly shaking his cup, "That said, I am curious about everyone's sires now."

WELCOME TO THE FREE STATES
A Chronicle for Vampire 5th Edition

"We declare ourselves to be free and independent, owing allegiance to no creature and no organization." - The First Principle of the Status Perfectus, from the Declaration of Principles for the Self-Governance of the Kindred of the Free States.

Brujah, the Third Generation Antediluvian - a basic primer on the clan's founder:

The Brujah are one of the thirteen clans of Kindred in Vampire: The Masquerade. Quick to anger and always passionate in the Modern Nights, they have been regaining their position as a clan of lofty philosophers and activists and are often pointed to as a clan of unruly rebels and roughnecks that should not be messed with. The latter is definitely true - especially of the Anarch Brujah that reside in the Free States, otherwise known as the area of Los Angeles in California.

Little consistent knowledge is known about the Brujah Antediluvian because the stories may confuse two individuals: the original founder of the Brujah, and his childer and diablerist, Troile. According to most records, Brujah was a callous and fiercely logical creature. Dispassionate in the extreme, the Antediluvian sired a clan of equally dispassionate childer. Among these, however, was a less controlled whelp: Troile the Rebel. What events caused the Embrace of Troile are unknown, but clan history holds that Troile diablerized her sire and claimed the clan as her own. 

Following the death of Brujah in unrecorded history, the clan Brujah lived among the mortals, letting themselves revere as kings and gods in an attempt to create a Second City in ancient times where vampires and mortals, once again, lived in harmony. The first place that became an experiment of the Brujah was Greece, specifically Athens. Learning from and discussing their ideals with the Athenian orators and philosophers, the Brujah found countless to improve their society. The Brujah allowed other Cainites to enter their city and to share Athens glory. Conflict with Spartan Ventrue led to discord and the first Brujah War. After that, many of the Praedicandi, the rulers of the Clan, left Greece, convinced that the experiment had failed and that they should start again elsewhere. Many of the Praedicandi seized the moment and followed Troile's example, diablerizing their sires to leave no witnesses or patrons to what they regarded as a failure.

The clan's next major moment is also its greatest moment. The Brujah built or co-opted a Phoenician colony, Carthage, for another grand experiment. The Brujah say that Carthage was a utopia — a city where Kindred and mortals lived in peace, and where justice reigned. Other clans, and history, tell the story somewhat differently. Exactly what happened in Carthage is dependent on who speaks of it – the Brujah claim Paradise, the other clans claim the presence of oppression, blood, and human sacrifice. If only any vampires old enough could be found who lived during that time could settle the matter, but there are no vampires that ancient who are known. Or so they say.

"We declare our ability to rule ourselves, with no Prince, no Primogen and no other ruler other than that we choose for ourselves."- The Second Principle of the Status Perfectus, from the Declaration of Principles for the Self-Governance of the Kindred of the Free States.

As Yahtzee and talk was going on, Misha's phone buzzed again. She took it out from her back shorts pocket and read the text. It was Prince William. After a short while, she put her phone away and made a casual announcement when the moment was right.

"Preence Weeliams wants us to go to Los Angeles. All the Anarchs there are getting together een one spot to have their annual Rant. Eets what they call thees meetings where they deescuss vampire current events. He wants us to pose as Anarchs, attend the Rant, and see what we can find out about the state of their current affairs. The Camarilla always eenfeetrates these conventions to keep up to date on the faction. Preence Weeliams has a friendly contact we are to meet up weeth - an old friend of hees named Salvador Garcia, a Brujah. We are to attend the convention, meet up weeth Salvador, introduce ourselves, and find out anything we can. Salvador weel cooperate weeth us as we are weeth Preence Weeliams, but I imagine we should probably be on guard with the Anarchs."  

"I want to say that part of me is slightly disappointed, but at some base level I knew that she would take issue with my lack of advancement in the Camarilla. She is a Ventrue after all." He shrugs after saying that. "Still, she said that she would like to visit again and perhaps it might the wait might not be so long this time. As for what you said Sorrin about us being a threat, she's been a Kindred for 130 years now. She's had time to amass her power."

"130 years is nothing," Alessandra scoffs with a roll of her eyes. "It took me only 38 years to be strong enough to face my sire head on in a battle, almost beat him too, and that was when I was a mortal, kinda. He was 430 years old when I faced him. He entered torpor when he was around 800 something." She looks down at the cup of dice in her hand. "I know he probably doesn't walk this realm, but I like to imagine he is, and he's doing it wearing a hawaiian shirt with khaki shorts." She chuckles lightly, the sense of nostalgia washing over her.

The feeling doesn't last too long though, when Misha speaks of Prince William's orders. She sets down the cup and looks to everyone else. "To LA then?"

Victor finds some humor at the thought of Alessandra's sire lounging around in Hawaiian shirts and khakis like some middle aged dad. But he also puts away his cup. 

"It appears so. Are we flying there or taking the RV?"

Alana hums in thought as she puts her cup away also. "However you all prefer. Although we will run into less problems flying. Well... Unless the plane crashes." She shrugs casually and offers everyone a joking smile.

"We declare our kinship with oppressed Kindred everywhere, and offer a home to all Kindred of all generations and clan who will agree to live in harmony with us."- The Third Principle of the Status Perfectus, from the Declaration of Principles for the Self-Governance of the Kindred of the Free States.

"Een thees particular case, I say we fly. I hef not been to Los Angeles, or to a fully run Anarch city, and eet would be shame if something were to heppen to zeh RV. One less thing to worry about, een my opinion. Preence Weeliams and Salvador are old friends. Apparently, Los Angeles vampires group up eento gangs - Salvador is the leader of one such gang - called El Hermandad. The Anarch hef deevided Los Angeles into "Baronies". Eef there was one vampire to rule them all, eet would be Jeremy MacNeil, from 1600s Scotland. All een all, there are a total of about 60 vampires in a population of about 3.5 meelion mortals." Misha explained. "Not to mention the Lupines.."