check-in check-in check-in (vampwolves only)

[thornsofmalkav]

[Thorne's mental voice come in clear, early into the first night.]

Hey. I figured someone should do a check-in? I've been listening to people talk and we're in a place named Samartia. Dunno where that is besides Eastern Europe. I'll find a map later.

Anyway, we're in vampire and werewolf territory. They think you guys are something called corvigers? Uh, those are people who work for the supernaturals. We called them ghouls back home.

And there's this election thing going on. It's like their first time? I'm passing myself off as an elections observer. So's Melissa. If people want, they can pretend to be our human staff. Just let us know.

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[someonetocarry]

Okay, somebody might hafta give me the run-down on what exactly "vampire" and "werewolf" mean. Heard the words, don't know a lot about 'em.

Also, I'm here. Zoe Washburne. Checkin' in. If anybody's seen River or Zed, point 'em my way?

[Because by this point in the night, she's probably found Wash. That particular search wouldn't have taken long.]

[inexecution]

Is that what this is? I've been to some strange parties before, but this seemed especially weird.

[It seemed like an especially intense mix of a club theme night and recruitment mixer]

I guess I'll keep a low profile and see what I can learn.

[thornsofmalkav]

Supernatural creatures. Uh, vampires are like me. Walking corpses who have to drink the blood of the living. Werewolves are people who turn into wolves on the full moon.

I don't know who River is, but I'll look around for Zed.

[thornsofmalkav]

Yeah. It's also a kind of wake? For their dead prince.

And good luck, dude.

[runawaystory]

Hey. Rosalie here. I'll be pretending to be Thorne's secretary, so if you see me wandering around with a notebook, that'll be why.

[inexecution]

Okay, I'll keep that in mind too. Anything you can think of that we should avoid doing?

[Because even if she doesn't know this place in particular, Thorne's probably got a better idea on that than he'd ever have.]

[lunchleader]

Wait...so...this is another person? People actually think to each other here? Wow...this is kinda cool. Definitely better than thinking that my Imagination was going nuts in the back of my head.

[thornsofmalkav]

Throwing around a lot of fire? I don't know how much these vampires hate fire, but mine certainly do.

[thornsofmalkav]

Yeah! If you hear people's voices here, it's the psychic network. It's cool. I used to think it was voices in my head too.

[lunchleader]

Ahhh, glad that I wasn't the only one.

I'm Right. And you are...?

[inexecution]

I can't say I'd blame them for that, I don't think anyone would appreciate that.

[thornsofmalkav]

Yeah, and then we freak out and rampage. It's really for everyone's best interest that fire doesn't get tossed around. We can deal with it in small doses or when it's a decent distance away, but...

[thornsofmalkav]

Thorne! It's just Thorne, usually, but I'm going around calling myself Ms. Thorne in my capacity as election observer. And, like, Melissa's calling herself Ms. Lyre. That's her last name.

[inexecution]

We definitely don't need rampages. Hopefully no one will decided to swing a torch around.

[He hoped no one was that impulsive. Then again, from what he'd heard of the last Jaunt...]

[lunchleader]

Nice to meet you, Thorne.

I mean, Ms. Thorne.

Never been in a world of vampires and werewolves before. And they keep talking about a dead leader...is this a funeral? They're dressed too flashy for it.

[thornsofmalkav]

You can just call me Thorne when we're talking mind-to-mind like this. And it's a wake. A wake is like a funeral that's also a party.

[lunchleader]

That explains a lot. But why are people discussing politics at a wake, though? I don't get it.

[thornsofmalkav]

Because the guy who died was a prince. They're trying to figure out who's gonna be the next prince.

[mysunnydisposition]

Hey, everyone. It's Steph, miraculously still myself this time around.

[ And more directly, to Thorne, though still publicly broadcast: ]
Mind if I call myself an old friend of yours who tagged along? Or a friend of someone on your staff, at least? I want to see if I can get in with one of the households, and it'll probably be easier if I'm not officially attached to someone already...

[someonetocarry]

Blood drinkin'? That sounds kinda alarming. What's that do to the folk who get drunk from? Is it like a blood transfusion?

[She's at least seen those. And she understands the principle of shapeshifting by now, at least, since she can actually sort of do it, herself. If giving one's self four arms and horns counts.]

[thornsofmalkav]

A bit like. Responsible vampires only take enough to sustain themselves.

[thornsofmalkav]

Yeah! That sounds fine! It'll give you an excuse to meet up with us later too, if we all need to get together.

Anyone else, feel free to claim the same! It's probably a good idea for some of us to take service with the Infiltrators if people feel up to it, just to see what they've got going on.

[lunchleader]

But it's a wake. That kind of talk doesn't belong in this kind of party. They should be talking more about the prince that past, right? Like, stories and such.

[thornsofmalkav]

They probably should. But... vampires, at least back home, are fairly political creatures. Probably couldn't restrain themselves.

[neverfeltthatway]

Ummm. Armin Arlert, checking in. I'm still myself.

But Eren and Mikasa are infiltrating - vampires, I think. And I can't find Sansa or Alcuin anywhere.