Canon is Kindred: the Embraced. Muse is...not happy.

[sortofnosferatu]

[The richly carved wooden armchair appears empty at first. A small matching table beside it holds a half drunk glass of wine and a still burning cigarette in a crystal ashtray. The chair creaks, and there is a heavy male sigh from nowhere.]

[A figure fades into view, reaching long chalk-white fingers to grab the cigarette for a pull. He exhales smoke through his nose, then looks up slowly.]

This is a bad idea.

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[somepartsbroken]

Do i even venture to guess what has been done?

[ The figure speaks from where he sits perched in the window staring up at the night sky.]

[sortofnosferatu]

[He looks up, and the flesh where one eyebrow should be lifts curiously. Tiny flare of his nostrils, and then he stands quietly to get his guest his own glass.]

She wants me to...socialize. The Nosferatu do not socialize, except among our own. My own tendency to entertain other Kindred in my Haven is a curiosity to my people on its own. [He takes up a dusty bottle and pours.]

Revealing myself to members of other races would only endanger the Masquerade, and probably them.

[somepartsbroken]

Mine is doing much the same. She has me trapped in a world with other races of kindred, not even the the other sects of our clans. But Kindred of other worlds. I would have long been staked for the things she has me say to these people.

[ A nod given, he was cam for now the derangement was at bay and his mind unclouded for the time being.]

These women and their need to make us social, can they not just leave us to dust in piece?

[sortofnosferatu]

[Daedalus walks across the room, his grim expression softened by bemusement at the unexpected guest. He offers the glass of good red wine and shakes his head thoughtfully. He draws on the cigarette again and blows the smoke to the side.]

They should be talking to the Toreador if they want such things. But ironically, the one pestering me holds that Clan in disdain.

I understand that maintaining the Masquerade is less important when we are actually visiting another world, but if people can travel between worlds, so can information. I am not concerned for myself, but the young ones.... [A brief, sad smile.]

[A pause. Something the other Kindred said catches his attention.]

Did you say other races of Kindred?

[And there's the gleam in his eye, sign of a Nosferatu with truly unique and possibly crucial information in his sights.]

[angryyoungvamp]

[Have a Tremere rolling his eyes.]

Players usually seem to have a lot of those. Mine thought arranging for me to go into Rotschreck was a fantastic idea.

[sortofnosferatu]

Such...humiliating loss of control would be bad enough without being forced to it in the public eye. And yet ultimately such things happen to all of us now and again. Just as long as yours does not make a habit of it. [He glances up as a soft chime goes off in a far alcove of his Haven.] Please excuse me for a moment, I am preparing formulae.

[Somewhat hurriedly, he stands, extinguishing his cigarette before heading toward his laboratory wing.]

[He glances at the wine as he passes it and raises his eye-ridges questioningly.] Do you partake?