Sorrin walks by Harold and exchanges the secret handshake only people who've slept in the same room together would know. "Take care of yourself, if anything too serious happens, call my guys, they should be able to help." Sorrin then gives him a small bow and stands by with his own personal belongings on hand. He nods to Alana, "Same here."

 Victor sighs when told that they have to introduce themselves to another Prince. " I'm taking my gun, so you can take yours."

"Oh, thank you masta!" Misha jokes, putting her sidearm safely back in it's holster behind her. Misha does a brief final inspection by walking slowly around the RV one last time. Satisfied, she pulled out her phone and typed. 

"Eenteresting." Misha raised her eyebrows. "Alberta ees currently Prince-less. A lawless, cold, primal land. Could be dangerous. Ah, here. Prince Siegfried of Breeteesh Columbia, childe of Regulus. He ees a sixth generation Ventrue. Very powerful. Embraced over 2300 years ago - used to be a Visigoth chieftain who helped defeat the Roman emperor's army and start the Germanic invasions. Famous for the Covenant, a peace treaty between the local Kindred and the Lupines. Eet goes on and on about him, too. Very interesting. Definitely not one to mess with. Also, not part of the Camarilla - he ees an independent."

(https://whitewolf.fandom.com/wiki/Siegfried)

Thanks Humphrianne.

While Victor planned on driving, Misha called shotgun and took the passenger seat. She gave him a look that mostly promised that she would leave him alone to concentrate on driving. She took out her phone and punched in their general directions into the GPS tablet on the dashboard. The RV was quite modern and spacious. As always, they got an amazing deal on it. She didn't bother to rouse her blood to look more human unless it was ideal to, so, her skin was pale, and she looked a bit "sickly", especially in, and under the eyes. In addition, not that anyone could tell, but it also kept the blood out of her muscles, so she didn't look as jacked as she usually did - a shame too, Misha was in such good shape, her muscle shapes and bumps were always somewhat visible slightly through the tight shirts and pants she'd wear, much to Victor's - and perhaps the others? - distraction.

In a moment's notice, however, if she needed to rouse, it would be easily done. She looked at her watch to catch the time and noted when they began the trip.

Alana situated herself in the back on the half sofas placed in the RV, sipping wine that she found in the back and watching the television quietly. She'd occasionally listen in for the directions being offered by the multiple GPS's but otherwise kept her attention focused on the TV. After a while she would hum in thought before looking to Sorrin. "So what were you before... this. I don't think we've talked especially much about it." She gestures to the air, trying to convey "this" as becoming a vapire.

Victor passes the aux cord to Misha. "You get to choose the music on the trip." He says, mentally taking bets on how many times everyone will hear 'Ra Ra Rasputin' on the ride. 

"You're geefing ME the aux cord?" Misha said, pleasantly surprised. "Beeg meestake." she joked and put her phone into a holster. She hit play. of course, Ra Ra Rasputin came on first, as if it was a sendoff song, but her playlist also consisted of various dance and pop songs, especially from the 80s. She leaned back in her seat and occasionally mouthed the words as the music played.

Harold is happy to see off the coterie, giving everyone handshakes and hugs respectively, signing to them (with Aless translating for those who could not understand) everything checked out to be fine and the ride should be smooth sailing. He could be seen smiling and waving while the RV was being pulled out of the garage and promptly shut it back up when the RV was out of sight. With the mansion now empty, Harold heads over to the game room, slides in the newest Just Dance CD and gets to practicing his moves for the next time the group wanted to have a dance off.

It was no secret to anyone that Alessandra loved luxury and comfort, and the RV definitely was no exception as it had everything you needed for a long road trip like this. Harold had stocked the RV with wine, blood bags, body bags, and anything else imaginable in whatever storage space there was in the motor home, in case they needed anything in an emergency, they had it, guns included. Alessandra settled into the booth, glass of wine in one hand, the other fiddling with her phone. She wasn't as technologically advanced as the others were, but she knew her way around a phone call and texting (thanks to Victor and Misha's help) and YouTube. She liked YouTube. Especially cat videos. She watched a lot of cat videos, and showed the funny ones to Sorrin and Alana, though if they were caught up in conversation, she'd just text it to Misha for her enjoyment.

Brujah (Rebels, Upstarts, Activists): The Brujah are one of the thirteen clans of Kindred in Vampire. Quick to anger and always passionate, 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. According to most ancient biblical 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 - thus forever passing down the characteristic of unruliness and anarchy forever down to members of the clan.

Gangrel (Feral, Nomadic, Animalistic): The Gangrel are also one of the thirteen vampire clans found in Vampire. Nomads who hold closer ties to the wild places than most of their city-bound cousins, they are also closer to the animal aspect of the Beast, and are masters of the Protean Discipline. They were one of the seven founding clans of the Camarilla, but became disillusioned with the sect in recent times, its elders eventually deciding to sever its ties and become an independent clan. Due to their inherent clan weakness, Gangrel are very close to the Beast within. The disparate nature of Gangrel vampires and their mostly oral recorded histories make an exact depiction of their early history difficult, but it seems certain that the Gangrel were always wanderers, who followed nomadic tribes around, sleeping in the earth to escape the sun. Although some Gangrel tell the myth of Caine and how Ennoia, the Gangrel Antediluvian, was cast out due to a betrayal and forced to live with the beasts, but this is only speculation, as there are no vampires left alive who have lived long enough to confirm this tale.

Ventrue (Rulers, Leaders, Warlords): The Ventrue are also one of the thirteen clans of Kindred in Vampire. The Ventrue has long been one of the proudest lines of vampires. Its members work hard to maintain a reputation for honor, genteel behavior, and leadership. A sense of noblesse oblige has long pervaded the clan, accompanied by the genuine belief that the Ventrue know what is best for everyone. They not only consider themselves the oldest clan, but see themselves as the enforcers of tradition and the rightful leaders of Kindred society. They have long been Embraced from the ranks of nobility and privilege, whether kings or merchant princes, but they have also been known as knights and warlords who sought to live by the laws of chivalry and duty. Caine himself commanded his eldest childe Ynosch to Embrace the Ventrue Founder, who they believe to be the first member of the Third Generation and who is often called Ventru. He was to be Caine's advisor in the nights of the First City, and when the Dark Father prepared to leave he chose to hand the burden of stewarding his people to Ventru.

In truth, Victor didn't mind Misha's musical selection. Her choice of 80s pop music was mostly in line with the music that he listened to growing up and out of everyone in the Coterie, her tastes lined up the most with his. There were moments when he was nodding his head or tapping his hand on the wheel in time with the music.

Sorrin gave a surprised look to Alana, before chuckling in amusement and giving a small smile, "You're right, we don't....I was a soldier. Though, considering the tasks I was given, it wouldn't be wrong to have called me a dressed up police officer." He smiled bemusingly at Alana, lost in a moment in the distant, yet near memory of his past, "....and, what of you Alana? What were you before..." He mimics her motioning to himself, "This?"

If Aless catches his attention to show him a cat video, Sorrin gives a small "Awww, how cute", but otherwise does the polite thing and focuses on Alana as they talk.

Alana will occasionally smile and glance at the videos, letting Aless know she is also paying attention to her but focuses on Sorrin's words. "I'm sure you were more than that. Everyone has a purpose. Although I suppose in that case, it's better to be there and unused than in the midst of war, yes? As for me... It wouldnt be wrong to call me a  typical teenage daydreamer. I was very into becoming part of the music business. The occasional gig here and there. Although if I'm being honest, Lestat is what made me popular. I did a lot of online schooling. Mainly in business and such. And while the idea of being a music artist is appealing, my heart has always been in the business industry. Owning a nightclub just made "this" easier you know? Even though it was my original intent before hand anyway." She seems lost in a thought for a minute before she takes another sip of her wine, offering some to Sorrin and Aless.

Sorrin shrugs and accepts the wine, raising a glass, "Well, then. Let's move on from the past, and enjoy the present~ Aless, are you up for a game of blackjack?"

>:0 3

Alessandra looks up from her phone with raised brows when Alana offered her more wine, having been scrolling through some apps while the two conversed, only eavesdropping the whole time since they were nearby each other. "Sure, sure," She accepts the wine and the game offer. She opens one of the chair compartments and takes out a deck of cards, settling them on the table. "Misha?" She calls to the front. "Want to join us for a game of Blackjack?"

Alana smiles and raises her glass to Sorrin back, taking a sip before setting it to the side. "I'm in." 

Victor stops tapping to the music and turns to Misha. "Honestly, did you ever think in your past life that you would ever get to experience this? Living in a castle with the most beautiful woman in the world, with every luxury that you could ever dream of?"

"Honestly, no. It has been a long time seence Misha has been heppy. When you hef leeved as much as Misha you would be surprised what I hef weeshed - and what has and has not come true." she admitted. "There was once a point I stopped weeshing for things because everything was taken away from me, on top of thet, watching people you love grow old and die when you do not. Eet does something to the mind. I am not the same person I once was, but thees life? Eet ees good. I am, once again, grateful." 

Then she heard Aless call for her. Misha slowly got up, placed a hand on Victor's shoulder, and joined the others.

Sorrin smiles and grabs a deck of cards. Shuffling them up with semi practiced ease, he casually states, "I guess I'll deal~" Doing a few shuffle tricks he then passes out two cards to Alana, Misha and Alessandra. 1 card up, 1 down.

Alana:  3

 Alessandra: 11

Misha: 10

Sorrin then gives himself two cards and shows them to you both.
Sorrin(Dealer): 3  6

Alana glances at her cards with a calm expression before she lays her card flat on the table with a hum. "I believe I'm good."

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