(Copyright WwTalikwW@aol.com , 1999)
 

<Ventrue> Okay folks. We have another problem. The "kids" want to know how we tell each other apart...what makes us unique.

<Toreador> That's easy... we are all unique... special... beautiful in our own way we  --

<Brujah> Shut the hell up. He means like what separates CLANS, you pantywaste.

<Malk> Never waste panties...Too hard to find this time of year.

<Ventrue> Yes, Brujah. What makes us... fit into a Category. What makes us. CLAN.

<Brujah> Yeah..just another way for the "man" to keep an eye on us.

<Malk> What man?

<Brujah> Shut up before I mash you, kook.

<Ventrue> ::sighs:: Any suggestions?

<Toreador> Signature Clothing?

<Tremere> Necklaces? Mystical pendants?

<Malk> Cheese... Different Cheeses assigned to each clan. There are different types to chose from you know?

<Brujah> ::looks to Nosferatu:: Yeah..lemme guess who Limburger is....

<Nos> I heard that.

<Ventrue> I was thinking more along the lines... of a weakness... a.. subtle flaw.

<Malk> I call Kryptonite!!!

<Brujah> ::smashes him on the head:: Must have a Kyrptonite fist. SHUT UP.

<Malk> unnrk.

<Ventrue> Okay...Brujah... your's will be your temper. For obvious reasons.

<Brujah> TEMPER? WHAT TEMPER? .....fricking suits....You'd be pissed too if you  had to sit next to Nos and Malk.

<Ventrue> ::coughs:: Torrie, since you love art... you will be known as the artist clan.

<Toreador> Tragic... yet... beautiful. Agreed.

<Malk> ::small voice:: I still want Kryptonite.

<Brujah> ::SMACK:: Hehe. Temper... okay. Cool.

<Malk> Unnnggh.

<Nos> ::Scratches his chin causing skin to flake off:: And my... flaw?

<Silence>

<Ventrue> ::shivers:: We'll get back to you. Gangrel. Your's will be... everytime you frenzy... you look more like an animal.

<Gangrel> WHAT? What do you mean "You look more like an animal??"

<Ventrue> It starts of small...you know... fur... deep voice... maybe horns....

<Gangrel> WHAT??? Oh COME on... Torrie gets to moon over stupid drawings and I get a fricking BEAK? Yeah...that's REAL fair...::grumbles into a growl::

 <Assamite> And I?

<Tremere> You can't drink kindred blood. ::laughs::  It's poison. Your hair falls out and you look like him. ::points to Nos::

<Ventrue> Agreed.

<Nos> Still waiting.

<silence, Malk giggles>

<Assamite> Why does TREMERE get to pick my weakness?

<Tremere> Lump it, pal.

<Ventrue> Tremere... if Assamite can't drink kindred blood... then you have to drink from... all of your elders.

<Malk> No one got Kryptonite?

<Brujah> ::BAP:: Temper. LOVE it.

<Ventrue> Lasombra....hmm...no reflection.

<Lasombra> You should give THAT to Nos.....

<Nos> Still waiting...

<Ventrue> ::coughs:: Be right with you, Nos.....Is that acceptable, Lasombra?

<Lasombra> Yeah....but you guys have to tell me when I have something on my chin.

<Ventrue> No problem. ... Hmmm... Tzim... You're weakness... will be...

<Malk> Having a clan name no one can say or spell?

<Ventrue> Yes. Err.. No. You... must sleep... in your native soil... or have some in your coffin...

<Gangrel> WHAT??? I get WEBBED TOES and she has to sleep in DIRT??

<Tzim> Agreed.

<Gangrel> I want a new one.....

<Nos> Still waiting.....have you forgotten me?

<Silence>

<Ventrue> Moving right along.... Giovanni... Your Kiss hurts... no pleasure in your bite.

<Toreador> You can say THAT again....

<Room looks to Torrie>

<Toreador>  Oh..sorry... was that out loud?

<Gio> <vq> One off-night... plagues you for your unlife...

<Ventrue> Ravnos. You are a criminal by nature.

<Ravnos> ::gives back Ventrue's wallet::  Sorry.

<Ventrue> ::blinks, taking it::  Um...no. I meant... ::shakes head::  Oookay. The money too...

<Ravnos> Oh... here... sorry.

<Nos> When do I get one?

<Brujah> <vq> At birth...

<Stifled Laughter>

<Ventrue> Ahem... You over there... Setite...your's is... you don't like the light...

<Gangrel> OH FOR CRYING OUT LOUD?? I get a set of BAT wings and he doesn't like bright lights??

<Malk> Fly my little monkeys... Fllllyyyyy...

<Brujah> ::raises hand and Malk winces::

<Set> ::grins:: Agreed... fair and just.  ::winks::

<Gangrel> ::points:: He WINKED!! You two had A DEAL SET UP?? .....GodDAMN snakes......

<Nos> If you continue ignoring me... I will get UGLY.

<Malk> Too late...

<Stifled laughter>

<Ventrue> Am I missing anyone?

<Malk> Do I get Kryptonite?

<Tzim> You, little man, have ENOUGH problems... you don't need an additional flaw.

<Ventrue> Then it is settled....

<Nos> You have forgotten yourself....and I.

<Brujah> Yeah. Mr.Picky. What is YOUR flaw.

<Ventrue> ::smiles:: I am Picky... about ...what I eat....

<Gangrel> ::stands up throwing chair back::  I am LEAVING!! ::pointing around the room::  I get udders like a fucking COW and YOU get to sleep in DIRT?  YOU are a fussy eater? YOU get to look at art... YOU... ::finger stops on Nos:: ... Okay... I guess it could be worse.

<Nos> I get it. I am the unflawed clan... gotcha.

<Brujah> ::laughs:: Yup. that's it.

<Ventrue> ::coughs:: Meeting Adjourned.

<Malk, leaving> <very quietly singing> You... oogly... you oogly... and yer mama dresses you foooney... you oogly... you oogly...