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 [Dracula is bored and puttering around, finally getting around to unpacking his purchases and gifts and other whatnots. His heavy door is propped open invitingly, though he has locked the completely modern inner screen to prevent kitten leakage.]

[Dracula himself is in a deep burgundy and black smoking jacket and trousers, and is wandering around barefoot. The hot tub in his atrium is warming up, letting a steamy smell and a sound of bubbling out of his room.]

[A black kitten is clinging to the inside of the screen, watching everyone who walks by with enormous yellow eyes.]

Date: 2012-09-10 05:22 pm (UTC)
with_my_teacup: (Defiance)
From: [personal profile] with_my_teacup
[Riddick has been sleeping more irregularly even than usual-- he's coming off the last flood like a long, slow caffeine crash. He's tired, getting phantom gut pains. But with force of will he's been acting like nothing's wrong. Showing up to cooking lessons, to his shifts, to the CES walks with the Marquis.

But the smell of steam and the relatively darker room draw his steps.]

You waiting on someone?

Date: 2012-09-11 05:39 am (UTC)
with_my_teacup: (Default)
From: [personal profile] with_my_teacup
[Riddick slides in, the screen opening just enough to admit his bulk, sideways, then shutting quietly again, and he snags the small cat for a shoulder ride.]

Warden life's treating you good.

Date: 2012-09-13 03:21 am (UTC)
with_my_teacup: (Default)
From: [personal profile] with_my_teacup
Hope it's good. I work hard on being a problem.

[Sigh. He knows he's not on the top of anyone's shit list and it makes him feel a little impotent, actually.]

Date: 2012-09-14 01:01 am (UTC)
with_my_teacup: (Default)
From: [personal profile] with_my_teacup
[The idea seems to take him off guard. He pauses. Frowns.]

Bad idea. My first priority is always going to be getting out the door.

Date: 2012-09-14 01:06 am (UTC)
with_my_teacup: (Default)
From: [personal profile] with_my_teacup
Yeah? Like to know how you do that one.

Date: 2012-09-14 03:41 pm (UTC)
with_my_teacup: (Mood-- shadow and eyeshine)
From: [personal profile] with_my_teacup
So you sneak under the radar. A few false beacons, a few fake credentials.

[He sounds oddly unenthused. He's been troubled, and he's taking refuge in emotionally numb assholehood himself.]

Now I know it's possible, at least. I could probably get a look at my file. The Marquis ain't in a good place and his buttons are easy to push. More than usual. He might even just let me have it to ask.

Date: 2012-09-15 02:30 am (UTC)
with_my_teacup: (Default)
From: [personal profile] with_my_teacup
I feel my goals are pretty incompatible with anything the admiral wants.

[They aren't. In some part of him he knows that they aren't. But he needs that feeling of power, of otherness, because it's safe, familiar if not a good feeling.]

Date: 2012-09-12 06:01 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] vfranklinmott
Franklin took to wandering again on his second night here. He was still getting used to the lack of a schedule, or someone to report to. Too many nights where he'd kept himself busy on multiple projects and now, quite suddenly, and willingly, he found himself without a single task to keep him occupied.

Somehow he ended up on the eighth floor and the smells drew him nearer. This was where he could remember Dracula's room being, and yet certainly without kittens. Or that much steam. He sped over in a whoosh, gaining a curious mew for the movement, and peered in.

"I see the Admiral's playing favorites again," he commented with a playful pout. "He never offered me a hot tub."

Date: 2012-09-13 12:43 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] vfranklinmott
[Franklin enters and picks up the black kitten into his hands. He'll hold the tiny thing close to his chest, no chance of jumping off. Pettings and scritchings for the fluff.]

Yes to the pub and library, haven't seen Buffy yet, and to the first, well. I'm back here, with all the drama and privileges afforded the position.

[Kitten is bored, and decides to climb onto his shoulder. He just smiles and moves a little to make it easier for it.]

I'd ask how you're doing but it seems quite evident. Two vampire wardens, formerly inmates. I'll bet Buffy is beside herself.

Date: 2012-09-14 10:31 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] vfranklinmott
[He was quickly becoming a kitty tree. While he listened to Dracula, he sorted everyone out. Through a bit of maneuvering, he managed to get one for each shoulder.]

An undead filter might come in handy. If it ever comes down to it, our kind would stick to our own.

I'd heard rumors about someone wanting to turn Newlin. Not surprised they finally got to him. Quite the nasty religious sort, that one. Or used to be. What is it you want to know?

Date: 2012-09-14 08:04 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] vfranklinmott
[Purrfectly acceptable kittenwear for any occasion!]

Exclude them as needed, then. Easily done.

Newlin was as zealous as they come, but mostly the all talk and no stakes sort. Some bloody morons decided to off his parents and baby sis a few years ago. Not surprising he started recruiting for a cult of weak-minded fools after that. But now that he's a new vampire...

[He shrugs, earning a mewling yawn from his left. The kitten glares then settles back down and goes back to sleep.]

You've got all what he was before on top uncontrollable impulses and hormones. In short, he's definitely one to keep an eye on. I'd bet no small amount that he was turned against his will.

Date: 2012-09-15 02:39 am (UTC)
From: [personal profile] vfranklinmott
[On his way to the bar area he deposited the kittens upon a nearby chair, doing so as carefully as possible so as not to wake them up. A second later he was by the counter.]

Bloodwine would be great, thank you. [A beat.] We both should look after him. Split the burden. I almost feel sorry for him which, strange as it might seem, somehow makes me feel a little responsible. I'm sure the fact we're the only two vampires from my world has something to do with it.

Date: 2012-09-15 02:59 am (UTC)
lastmanstanding: (possibly drunk)
From: [personal profile] lastmanstanding
[Hoffman is listless, wandering the hallways and trying to think of something productive to do with himself but it's the steam that makes him look-and stare. Fire?!-

He starts running, staring at Dracula's room and he...stops.]

What the hell are you doing in here?

Date: 2012-09-15 05:22 pm (UTC)
lastmanstanding: (Default)
From: [personal profile] lastmanstanding
[Hot tub and entertainment center.

Hot tub and entertainment-

Hoffman peers through the screen and pokes a finger at the kitten as he does so.]

....What. the. fuck...

[all the same however, he's moving back and returning with a fluffy white towel and a pair of trunks.]


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