As the day faded into night, the people of DC returned to their homes and beds. Blinds were drawn, children were sent away to bed, lights were turned off as the city readied itself for night. However, not everyone was getting ready to sleep- people woke up to work night shifts, insomniacs paced restlessly in their homes, and criminals who did their dirty work in the night.<br/><br/>And some simply didn't need much in the way of sleep.<br/><br/>"I can't remember the last time I've been out to the east coast," Catarina Acerbi remarked. She stood cross armed in front of a window, watching as the sun vanished. "We lose some<br/>of our advantage against House Valtieri over here, but that's to be expected." She stepped back and drew the curtains, which were a deep red color. Stepping away from the window, she asked, "have we heard from the other clans yet?"<br/><br/>"No sign of them yet," said one Daywalker, who was standing at the door of the room. Presently the group, which consisted of Cat, a personal assistant, and a pair of bodyguards there were more of a formality than anything, were standing in the back room of what appeared to be a small law firm. In reality, the room was a safe house for House Acerbi, carefully enchanted to avoid notice.<br/><br/>The room itself was small but well decorated, with a more minimalistic style. Cat regularly cycled through new styles in everything, from fashion to interior decorating. She eyed the white couch, wondering if she was bored of the style yet, and said, "keep an ear to the ground. Have you sent word out to Daywalkers in the area that I'm here?" She had kept her little excursion as secret as possible- even the man she had assigned to oversee the area had not been informed.<br/><br/>The assistant nodded. "Mr Jericho sends you his greetings, and intends to come and see you as soon as possible."<br/><br/>"I'm sure he does," Catarina murmured. "Keep me informed of any updates." She walked to the wall again, taking in the room. Maybe a change of interior would liven this place up. But it would have to wait.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Elsewhere in the city, a young witch leaned against a graffitied wall of a building and counted change.<br/><br/>"....Two fifty. Two fifty-five. Two...." Dmitri dug in his pocket one last time. "Two fifty six." He stared at the handle of coins in his hands and tried to figure out what to do with the last of his money. "I could probably buy a couple coffees with this," he muttered. "Probably not a hotel room though." He coughed into his elbow and dumped the change back in his pocket. The story of how he had ended up at DC was rather long and convoluted, and he wasn't exactly sure he could explain the events with any accuracy. What mattered though, was that he was here. And he had absolutely no money and nowhere to go.<br/><br/>Of course, there were places magical beings could go to stay the night, but Dmitri was less than popular, what with the mysterious, possibly contagious illness. He could maybe find a clan house and swear allegiance, but that seemed drastic just to find a place to sleep. Of course, he was running out of options fast. He sighed and shoved his glasses up his nose. It was going to be another long night.