closed; you're running 'cause i'm coming going to eat you alive

[otrazhenie]

characters: Elena and others.
location: Around town.
date/time: Second half of September.
content: Vampire things, mostly.
warnings: Blood, discussion of death, sexual situations (with Jon Snow).
note: Want to join in the vampire fun? Shoot me a PM or poke me at taintedcrimson or taintedcrimson#0986 and I'll write up a prompt!


we are m o n s t e r s ♫

rosalind lutece; i'm feeling like a villain, got a hunger inside

[ Taking a deep breath in front of the door she assumes leads to the lab she'd been directed to, she reminds herself again that she has to do this. It's the only option that might potentially lead to long-term survival here — for at least as long as they have here, anyway. And it will be good for her to talk about things, to reinforce the fact that she isn't living in hiding anymore. She just has to be a bit careful and everything will be alright.

Everything will be alright. With that thought forcibly echoing in her mind, she raises her free hand to knock, the other gripping her lantern so tightly that she nearly bent the handle. ]

eliot waugh; monsters under your bed

[ Elena's already sat at a table in the bar with a glass in her hand by the time Eliot arrives. One small benefit of living at the inn is the quick access to this valhalla of their afterlife. She'd been a bit hesitant at first to the idea of sleeping here after outing herself as a vampire, but no one had tried to murder her in her sleep yet, so: so far, so good.

Taking a sip of the amber liquid in her glass, she can't help but long for the perfectly aged bourbon that had always been in steady supply at the Salvatore house, but a deceased vampire really can't afford to be too picky when they're trapped in a mysterious afterlife of eternal darkness. ]

jon snow; and you better stay clever if you wanna survive

[ She'd thought it would get easier with time, that she would be able to message one of the people who had volunteered of their own free will to help her and not feel so utterly guilty about it. And yet here she is, sat at a table in the inn, nursing a glass of not-quite-whiskey, taking twenty minutes to send a simple message. ]

Hi. If you're not busy and still interested in helping me, could you meet me at the inn?

[ There. It's done. She tilts back her glass to finish the drink, only to immediately pour herself another from the half-empty bottle on the table. It had been full when she'd started and even now it barely has any effect. Unfortunately. ]

quentin coldwater; you'll be wishing you would listen when you meet your demise

[ Meeting at the park by the ice cream crab to talk about superpowers. For some reason, the whole thing strikes Elena as completely ridiculous, and the amusement has her almost smiling as she arrives at the park. It's a cold fall day, the warmth of her lantern doing little to ward off the chill, but still she's only in jeans and a button-up plaid shirt, her boots more fashion than function. While she feels the crisp air as much as anyone else, it doesn't bother her in the same way as she stands there in the darkness, waiting for the guy who made a whole lot of pop culture references in his address to the network. What exactly that means for what's in store for her, she's not entirely sure... ]

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[originallutece]

[The good news: Rosalind truly doesn't intend to go past what they agreed. If all she can get is an informative Q&A, she'll gladly take that, because it's more than she has right now. The bad news: the laboratory door opens, and the building inside is every bit as stereotypical as she might fear. There's projects half-finished on varying tables, odd scents and hints of smoke. There's a cot in the far back, with sheets rumpled enough to suggest it's here Rosalind spends most of her time. Her lantern rests on a table, and she takes a step back as she opens the door.]

Miss Gilbert, I presume. Come in. Madam Rosalind Lutece.

[British and formal, but actually fairly genuine. There's two chairs pulled forward, and a mug of what might be tea.]

[itselbitch]

[ he comes in, dressed properly as always in his tie and vest, and saunters over after catching sight of her. smiling lazily, he offers a wave, slipping his flask free from the lining of his jacket rather than stopping by the bar first for an order.

there's still way too much tequila left in it. ]

What've you got there? [ he nods toward her drink as he takes his seat. it's a conversation starter more than anything. it doesn't really matter what she's drinking since most of the options, even at the invincible are the lowest grade imaginable and so not all that pleasant, even if they do the job. ]

[song_of_ice]

[Part of him had wondered whether he would hear back from Elena. From what she said, it sounded as though there were others that were willing to help and likely some people she knew. Seeing her message on his device was a bit of a surprise, welcomed, but still a surprise.

His eyes scanned the inn, looking for her but unsure what she looked like. She probably heard the alert from his device, the two of them apparently preferring to spend their evening at the inn.]

I'm already there. I'm seated at the bar.

[moderatelymaladjusted]

[It doesn't take more than a few minutes to pack up what he needs, but Quentin spends far too much time fidgeting and looking at the network post, which somehow managed to start off just fine and then dissolve in to him being ignorant of muggles. And Eliot snarking at people. Which was. Fine. Totally fine. He didn't blow this like the thought he would, right? Enough people still wanted to step forward and help keep this town safe and find a way solve this whole crappy situation.

So, with that in mind, he goes off to the park and the ice cream crab to meet up with Elena. Who hadn't really mentioned anything about having magic? But, who also didn't chew him a new one for forgetting about non-powered people for a moment. Or suggest the use magic on people. That had been a weird one.

He's huddled against the cold in his hoodie with his lantern in hand, as he steps out from the darkness and up to the only other source of light in sight- Elena's lantern.]

Hello? We-- uh, you wanted to meet up?