Joseph & Rhys
Joseph headed upstairs as soon as he got the word. He'd sent the ghouls who were not performing ahead to help out where they could. He needed to talk to Rhys, but quickly. He didn't want the young Tremere anywhere near such an incident. But he was going. Joseph one of of the few Brujah left in the Camarilla and Potence came in very handy in crises. Especially as they didn't know who or how the fire had started. There could be hunters or anarchs laying in wait to attack injured Kindred.
"The Blue Velvet's on fire," he told his young lover as he stripped out of his shirt. It wouldn't hold up to the abuse he'd be putting his body and clothing through. "I've already sent three ghouls ahead to help." Taking the sweater and jeans Bruno had brought him, Joseph continued. "Once the show is over, lock down the theater. I'll be having them bringing the wounded here. Ours is the closest safe haven."
He hoped Rhys wouldn't argue. The young Tremere was far too inexperienced to deal with such an emergency. Besides, his blood magic might be more useful in healing the wounded than dealing with a collapsing building that was aflame.