The Distillery (Vampire: The Requiem)

The Distillery Tour:

You must be new. Good Evening. I am your host Oskar Duvalle. Welcome to my home away from home. Welcome to the Distillery. Would you like the nickel tour? Fabulous.

Let's head back outside for a moment. It will give me an excuse to burn one. The whole point of this place is to allow kindred like us to feed and yes, even smoke a cigarette on occasion. Oh, don't look so sour. You Americans are so puritanical even tonight… Ah…Yes. Much better… Don't need much, just to taste a little, every once in a while.

These doors open into the foyer proper. The foyer is very important for security sake. It doesn't happen often, but occasionally…Just occasionally mind you, someone will come to the distillery a little bit more hungry than they should. I WOULD rather that they come here though. God knows, that when we leave feeding and hunting as an afterthought, some poor stripper or pizza delivery person gets ripped to pieces and then…Well. It's never pleasant.
The interior and exterior doors of the foyer are made from solid steel and the floor is a cunningly designed freight elevator. You see that camera up there? Wave to the nice person. If you appear to be too close to a frenzy when you come in, you'll be dropped into the basement, tased until you can't move by the security staff, and then they'll open the gate and we have a foot-long syringe filled with animal blood and laced with Thorazine. Odds are good that you'll be put into a nice quite room to sleep it off.

But generally. It doesn't get that far. This place was chosen for a number of reasons and decorated in certain ways to help enhance the calm of everyone who comes here. It is a very "Chill Joint" as the young ones say. Assuming that you aren't some maniac and are able to answer some basic questions, The person behind the camera, I believe it's Reese tonight. will press the button that unlocks the magnetic locks and we'll be let inside. *Snick* Thank you so kindly, Reese.

Ah. Here we have the rules of the house. I am a big believer in letting people know things up front. The rules are as follows:

1) By entering the Distillery, whether you partake of nourishment or not, you are indebted to Clan Daeva for a trivial boon. 

Mostly, we do this as mean to keep people from abusing the privilege too much and to acquire necessary services to keep our doors open and unmolested by humans

2) No Human shall enter the distillery without full knowledge of our nature and safeguards in place to protect our secrecy.

Once, many years ago, in another city, I had a place. I thought I had made it perfectly clear to my clientele that it was a place for kindred and their ghouls and no one else. But some people don't listen very well. When a human realizes he is in a place filled with inhuman predators, there is a tendency to scream…Such things are harsh upon my ears. The unfortunate kindred who caused the problem is now dust on the wind. Take that for what you will.

3) The Distillery is NOT an Elysium. However rampant non-consensual discipline use will be frowned on and unnecessary violence will be met with overwhelming overreaction.

Please note, that I am the one who will decide what is rampant, and what is unnecessary.

4) While no conversational topic is explicitly off-limits, Heated political debates and sectarian turmoil will not be tolerated and you will be asked to leave. Moreover, you will be reported to the Harpy.

Which isn't hard, she's here most nights.

5) Just because you're an inhuman, nights-stalking, blood-drinking, life-stealing, creature of the darkness, does not give you license to be an utter douche bag. Tip your waitstaff.

That one really should go without saying, but proper upbringing is surprisingly rare these nights.

Ah. Here we have the main room. The bar is well stocked with a number of recreational chemicals. I don't keep too many stimulants in stock, as they tend to angry up the blood, but we have a number of lovely alcohols, and other light entertainments available. 

Cherry? Darling? Would you be so kind as pour me a glass of the 85 Calvino brothers wine and a splash of pigs blood? And whatever my young friend here will have. 

The stockyard upstairs is owned by me. If you can still derive sustenance from animal blood, our stores are quite copious. The blood that is sluiced off from the work that takes place upstairs is strained for any foreign matter and chilled. Our cover story is that pig's blood is very close to human blood on a genetic level and that local medical school's Serology department uses the pig's blood for testing. It all happens to be true, but the local medical school's people only take a small percentage for their use.

We have Billiards, darts for those so inclined, Occasional live music, but only by kindred artists, and Karaoke on the weekends. Which I rather like. I'm not much of a singer, but you'd be surprised by some of the Kindred who can carry a tune. Saw the Archbishop in here one night, discovered he has a soft spot in his cold black heart for Elvis Costello. 
I must admit though, I tend to stay away from the place on nights of major sporting events. It's simply not my cup of tea.

Also, we have a thriving clientele of human persons who have become vitae addicted. You shouldn't be at all perturbed if someone importunes you and wants to lead you back to one of the small private rooms in the back. It should go without saying that you ought to be gentle with them and that if your hunger is serious, that you should break your fast on something before going too far. Each of us has our favorites and it's likely they'll be missed. Also…And it should be fairly obvious that our Vitae addicted patrons are going to want a little reciprocity. 

I keep my office back behind the bar. Also, I have a private lounge for my use and the use of my friends…Perhaps I'll show you around some night.

Most of the back rooms are nice and cozy. Intimate and well sound-proofed. All of the furniture is well scotch-guarded and we've got cleaning supplies in each closet. In case there is a spill.

I probably don't have to tell you that getting TOO frisky with your…special friend is a problem. But it happens every once in a great while. We have things in place to take care of such situations. Just don't expect to lean on that option very often…Better plan. Ever. You should also be aware that I have a Ventrue friend who takes a certain sadistic child-like delight in making a vampire's feeding…incredibly complicated, and from what I hear…very itchy. So it would behoove you to act with the highest decorum towards all of our guests.

Have a lovely evening!