PA Conclave

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We made it to Lehigh Valley Conclave last month. Sadly, (oh, so sadly) judicial conclaves do not really lend themselves to "expressing the inner you" and fashion leaned towards the Court Room, rather than Court. However, we managed to find a few gems

For what it's worth...

Our Best Dressed List

First thing is first -- Justicars Streck, Morgan and Cock Robin are Faultless and so were their clothing choices! (Seriously, people,  did you actually think we might say something naughty about Justicars? For shame! We might be bitches but we're not stupid.)


In general, we were bored with the Fashion at Conclave. Black suits and blue ties as far as the eye could see. Some individuality is acceptable, gentlekindred! Perhaps an elegant lily in your lapel, or try jazzing your suit up with some Edwardian flair. Hats, by the way, children, hats are always welcome. Gloves too. If you must go formal, go all the way.

Crash: The lovely Zoe Moreau, Toreador Keeper of Scranton  Pennsylvania.  She was a vision in this understated romantic tea length gown of mauve crinkled silk.  The black contrast of the shoes, the shrug and the Battenburg lace fan put the somber touches on this ensemble.

Burn:  I love the sexy librarian look here. Snaps, my dear, for being both appropriate and adorable. I love her jewelry, fan and necklace. This lovely kindred can accessorize!

Crash: Mason, Mason, Mason.  Nosferatu Primogen of Buffalo, NY.  The blackthorn shillelagh, the spats, the art deco tie.  Maybe it's all the Boardwalk Empire I've been watching on Netflix, but this guy has put Capone and Nucky Thompson to shame. 

Burn: This, children, is how you DO a suit. I am so so so bored with the black suits and blue ties. Bored now! Mason's offering to Fashion was a standout and should be noted! Stand up, male Kindred, stand up to boring! Be a standout! Show the world that you are both a predator and a fashionista!

Crash: Juliette, Toreador Primogen of Westchester, NY.  Did what she could with the official proceedings-type atmosphere, and managed to pull off this sexy LBD with a twist.  Paisley lace, and more than a little decolletage.  Maybe a bit short for the occasion, but we did not hear anyone complaining.

Burn: I loved the short skirt! Meow! Show off those legs, darling!!

Worst Dressed

Crash: Recently appointed Archon Caia Wickham had the unenviable task of translating for his Avian Excellency, Justicar Cock Robin.  She wore a gray button-up vest, old fashioned watch chain. a fedora, and a triangle of black fabric tied around her head that served as an eye patch.  There was also the matter of the Tremere goody bag she wore cross-body style.  "Archon Fanny Pack" was what we heard people snickering behind their fingers.

Burn: HA. I do not think I can top "Archon Fanny Pack." 

Crash:  Now, normally, this sparkly blue number would earn ridicule for entirely different reasons.  Without the fishnet gloves and the shawl, it kind of has the thrift store prom dress vibe going on.  Not quite demode enough to be "vintage".  The real reason this one makes the list is occasion -- Judicial conclaves, as much as we all love them, are not really sparkly evening-wear kinds of events.  Save the sequins and the glitter for Midwinter, children.

Burn: I think this slight fashion faux pas is forgivable, especially since she's a neonate Gangrel from Pennsylvania. Dearest Jess, you looked sweet ... perhaps a bit too sweet.

And Crash, don't fib, we hate Judicial conclaves. Children, seriously, try to behave and not get into so much trouble? We would far more love to have amazing balls with dancing and fashion.  Otherwise, we get boring fashion like this poor dear. Crash, you know what pissed me off the most? The shoes. The boring, boring shoes. Seriously! Seriously! Where were the fabulous shoes!!! So bored. So over Judicial Conclaves. So so over.

Gossip

You know you are in a tiny wee bit of trouble when Three, count 'em, THREE Justicars show up in your Domain to have a wee chat about how you're running your Princedom. Prince Kelly of Lehigh Valley (who has shown up in this Gossip Rag of ours more than once) got dragged up in front of three Justicars...ahem, so sorry, asked to discuss just how he was running his Domain. Apparently, my dears, one should not call oneself a UberPrince or Prince above other Princes. Kelly did some elegant verbal tapdancing (he's fierce and independant but not an Independant, capital I) and basically declared that his Princes under him were more Marquis than Princes. It's all about word choices, darling!!  Alls well that ends well... well, save that the three Marquis under Kelly are now under Ordeal. Well. That's got to be fun.

Kelly was also apparently in trouble for being a wee bit too friendly with the Anarchs. Could this be because his true love, an adorable Malkavian by the name of Piscin, is an Anarch? Oh, how utterly delicious -- a Camarilla Prince and an Anarch in a love nest!!!!!! Adorable!

Henry Jones, former Seneschal/Marquis/etc. of Lehigh Valley came to the Conclave to apologize for being such a bad leader and defecting to the Anarchs.  Well, my dear, we can understand if you just can't cut it.

Eddie Carlson, Gangrel former Prince of Buffalo, NY got praxised and blood hunted.  He turned up in PA in a snazzy brown suit looking to get his bloodhunt overturned. Begging is just so gauche, my dear.

That is all for now, my dears.:)  Send us gossip and we will love you forever. :) Or at least until the next big scandal. Watch for our VA issue next week!  Toodles!