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Open Mingle | First Inaugural Flux-Drift Vampiric Council
Who: Open to all.
Where: Abandoned Laundromat, Blocks.
When: November 2nd
What: A Vampiric Council is established.
Warnings: Blood, Vampires, Murder mentions
Invitation
The following image has been pasted around the Pavillion and the Blocks. It was posted to the forum, but the comments were locked.
Establishment of the Council
Around the back of the abandoned laundromat, the doors are open and a dim, red glow welcomes onlookers and invited guests inside. There is sort of a cursory approval process for entry, which consists of a look of scrutiny followed by acceptance.
The red glow comes from multicoloured string lights, of which all but the red bulbs have been meticulously removed for the ambience. As promised, there are very few chairs. The ones provided range from plastic, fold-outs, banana lounges or a bench that has been ripped out of the ground.
The chairs surround a foosball table that is helmed by Nandor. He has diligently obeyed his own orders and so he is wearing an entirely white suit. He is unaware that the combination of this, his well-groomed facial hair and gaudy rings make him look like a Persian mafia kingpin.
There are a handful of people milling about, some of them very obviously vampires and some whose appearance could go either way, but they stop to listen to Nandor when he begins to speak, with varying levels of interest.
Topics of conversation
Once Nandor is down speaking, he opens the meeting to others. Discussion and debate is encouraged amongst the attendees. Facilitating is minimal, though Nandor will try to manage any conversations that become too animated.
Some examples of topics that will bounce (sometimes literally) around the foosball table are:
The ethics of killing fellow fluxdrifters
The contaminated blood
The midnight skinner
Turning fluxdrifters
Council hierarchy
Regularly scheduled orgy (put forth by Laszlo)
Mingling
When the discussions have run their course, the council breaks for the evening. There's certainly a vibe that mingling is encouraged, though the bizarre atmosphere might suffocate the attendees. Tinny, jazz music warbles from an aged radio, it's hard to say if the words are in a bizarre, unheard of language or if the voices are warped beyond comprehension.
To the side of the room is a water cooler full of blood with styrofoam cups provided. Evidently it's not easy to refill, since there are blood smears all over the cooler and the wall behind it.
Some extremely manky couches have been pulled into the dusty room, sit at your own peril.
On an upturned bucket acting as a coffee table sits a pink tissue box with the words sujeshion box scribbled across the front.
Murder Mail-in
The Midnight Skinner can absolutely be summoned in your threads, feel free to submit them as per the mod instructions.
Where: Abandoned Laundromat, Blocks.
When: November 2nd
What: A Vampiric Council is established.
Warnings: Blood, Vampires, Murder mentions
Invitation
The following image has been pasted around the Pavillion and the Blocks. It was posted to the forum, but the comments were locked.
Establishment of the Council
Around the back of the abandoned laundromat, the doors are open and a dim, red glow welcomes onlookers and invited guests inside. There is sort of a cursory approval process for entry, which consists of a look of scrutiny followed by acceptance.
The red glow comes from multicoloured string lights, of which all but the red bulbs have been meticulously removed for the ambience. As promised, there are very few chairs. The ones provided range from plastic, fold-outs, banana lounges or a bench that has been ripped out of the ground.
The chairs surround a foosball table that is helmed by Nandor. He has diligently obeyed his own orders and so he is wearing an entirely white suit. He is unaware that the combination of this, his well-groomed facial hair and gaudy rings make him look like a Persian mafia kingpin.
There are a handful of people milling about, some of them very obviously vampires and some whose appearance could go either way, but they stop to listen to Nandor when he begins to speak, with varying levels of interest.
"Greetings, Vampires. I have gathered us to speak of mounting worries that face our humble community.
As many of you know, living amongst mortals comes with great risk to our kind. Where there are gruesome murders follows suspicion and hatred from those who fear us. I have known many good vampire who, as it were, flew too close to the sun and were consequently obliterated by it. And by it of course I mean mortals. Humans. But we cannot be naive and pretend their fears are unjust– not if we don’t act justly as vampire, at least.
For centuries, vampire in my world have been governed by councils of our kind. Locally. Globally. Of all ages, of all races, of all nationalities but with our one commonality at the forefront, vampirism.
We are safer when we are united, with unanimously agree upon terms that shall ultimately protect our kind from the perils of– what I believe they refer to now as “Woke Mob Justice”-- The terminology does not really matter– but a fear and hatred of our kind could be our undoing in a world so unfamiliar as this.
And though I have gathered us, trust that I do not seek to claim power for my own. I anticipate discussion as to the hierarchy of this council– but I shall not accept one without a figurehead who is willing to protect and advocate as a true leader should.
Know that it is widely accepted that the eldest and most experienced vampire ought to man the council. I myself am over seven-hundred and sixty-two years old. I was a general and subsequently Supreme Viceroy in my homeland. I have lived and survived as a vampire for many hundreds of years. I have been in many vampire council and lead– co-lead at least one.
However, let it be known that I will relinquish control to a worthy opponent. Should they wish to challenge me."
As many of you know, living amongst mortals comes with great risk to our kind. Where there are gruesome murders follows suspicion and hatred from those who fear us. I have known many good vampire who, as it were, flew too close to the sun and were consequently obliterated by it. And by it of course I mean mortals. Humans. But we cannot be naive and pretend their fears are unjust– not if we don’t act justly as vampire, at least.
For centuries, vampire in my world have been governed by councils of our kind. Locally. Globally. Of all ages, of all races, of all nationalities but with our one commonality at the forefront, vampirism.
We are safer when we are united, with unanimously agree upon terms that shall ultimately protect our kind from the perils of– what I believe they refer to now as “Woke Mob Justice”-- The terminology does not really matter– but a fear and hatred of our kind could be our undoing in a world so unfamiliar as this.
And though I have gathered us, trust that I do not seek to claim power for my own. I anticipate discussion as to the hierarchy of this council– but I shall not accept one without a figurehead who is willing to protect and advocate as a true leader should.
Know that it is widely accepted that the eldest and most experienced vampire ought to man the council. I myself am over seven-hundred and sixty-two years old. I was a general and subsequently Supreme Viceroy in my homeland. I have lived and survived as a vampire for many hundreds of years. I have been in many vampire council and lead– co-lead at least one.
However, let it be known that I will relinquish control to a worthy opponent. Should they wish to challenge me."
Topics of conversation
Once Nandor is down speaking, he opens the meeting to others. Discussion and debate is encouraged amongst the attendees. Facilitating is minimal, though Nandor will try to manage any conversations that become too animated.
Some examples of topics that will bounce (sometimes literally) around the foosball table are:
The ethics of killing fellow fluxdrifters
The contaminated blood
The midnight skinner
Turning fluxdrifters
Council hierarchy
Regularly scheduled orgy (put forth by Laszlo)
Mingling
When the discussions have run their course, the council breaks for the evening. There's certainly a vibe that mingling is encouraged, though the bizarre atmosphere might suffocate the attendees. Tinny, jazz music warbles from an aged radio, it's hard to say if the words are in a bizarre, unheard of language or if the voices are warped beyond comprehension.
To the side of the room is a water cooler full of blood with styrofoam cups provided. Evidently it's not easy to refill, since there are blood smears all over the cooler and the wall behind it.
Some extremely manky couches have been pulled into the dusty room, sit at your own peril.
On an upturned bucket acting as a coffee table sits a pink tissue box with the words sujeshion box scribbled across the front.
Murder Mail-in
The Midnight Skinner can absolutely be summoned in your threads, feel free to submit them as per the mod instructions.
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Is it so terrible if he knows? Fern isn't sure. He didn't act as if he was that close to any of the vampires at the meeting and seemed to be there more to keep an eye on things than anything else, but...
Her instincts tell her to stall so she has a few more moments to think things through. ]
I could ask you the same question.
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[Alucard's never lied to Fern about where he stands between vampires and humans. He isn't going to start now.]
It's also good to know who else self-identifies.
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No arguments there. [ And while she isn't going to outright say she snuck in, it's pretty obvious that Alucard has already put two and two together there. ] I find it hard to believe everyone there was actually a vampire, though. A few of the attendees seemed a bit... lost.
[ Livio, Luffy, she's looking at you. ]
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[It is bothering him.]
I'm also not sure what to make of it, and I don't know that I trust any of the actual undead in there to not make baseless interpretations of their presence. Is this something you'll continue to find hidey holes to watch, or would you accept me simply keeping you in the loop?
[If only so you're not hiding in weird places, Fern.]
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Well, it's true that he can probably see it better than she can, and so after that too-long pause she nods and turns her head to the side so that he can access said dust bunny. ]
You plan to keep attending these meetings, then? I also worry that the true vampires might take advantage of the more hapless attendees. [ Livio strikes her as too nice for his own good. What if he starts offering up his blood? Maybe it would be fine, but maybe it wouldn't. Vampires aren't the best with self-control. ] ... If you agree to keep me looped in, then I suppose it would be easier than having to sneak into every meeting spot.
[ Since she assumes they'll change each time. If those in charge have any sense, that is. She's not sure they do. Or if there's anyone in charge at all, despite that Nandor obviously wanting the position. ]
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I will, as long as I don't wear out my welcome. I know not all undead see me as on par with them, and that may lead to my being edged out.
[He's sure it won't happen, but one always needs contingencies.]
Were you going to head home, or were you contemplating food in the early morning?
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It didn't seem like you were being given more scrutiny than anyone else there, at least as far as I could tell.
[ It's not like Fern had been able to listen in on every single conversation. Voices had carried in that vacant laundromat, but oftentimes there had been multiple chats happening at the same time, and so she hadn't paid attention to Alucard's interactions for the entire meeting.
The question he poses takes her aback for a moment. He... wants to have a meal with her? ]
I'm in desperate need of a shower, but... what did you have in mind?
[ In truth, she'd been planning to just shower and then pass out, but it's not like she'd say no to some food either. ]
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[He is aware that that last part is quite a tell, but of all people, Alucard isn't too worried about sharing that thought process with Fern. She's probably already considered the matter.]
There's a twenty four hour place that does poached eggs over a hearty muffin with smoked salmon, which I've found fortifying in the past. But we can always do that another impossibly early morning.
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The fact that he's already thinking about how they might turn on him makes her feel better about leaving the tracking of their meetings to him. He can take care of himself, and has been doing this sort of thing for centuries.
And honestly, the description of the food does make her stomach grumble, but she really can't wander into an eatery like this. ]
Let's plan on it, then. It will be my treat, as thanks for you keeping an eye on this so-called council. And if you ever find yourself in need of aid dealing with any of them, you know how to find me.
[ She gives another head-shake to dispel some more dust and lint, and then gives a nod of farewell. ]
Take care, Alucard.