1st Coffee

[mal_addict]

[A: Action; 915 Bilko Boulevard - morning (locked to housemates)]

[Once you’ve slept enough times in a tattered army tent, with nothing but the cold ground and a marginally annoying leak in the roof just where your head is supposed to lie, you are not used to waking up in comfort. In fact, Maladict had not woken up in comfort for quite some time, so that was the first thing to set alarm bells ringing before she even opened her eyes. The second thing was having a heartbeat. Now that definitely wasn’t normal.

The vampire-who-currently-wasn’t opened her eyes cautiously, taking in her surroundings. Right. Definitely not a tattered army tent. Maybe she was having some kind of Flashside replase? She scrunched up her nose, looking around at the suburban bliss that surrounded her]

“Wow. I didn’t think my own mind hated me this much. Learn something new every day.”

[B:Phone; afternoon (open to all)]

[Maladict sounds confident, despite being in a strange place and never having used a phone before in her life. At least years of being a vampire have given her a great superiority complex. Handy, in situations like this.]

So, as I sit here, staring out at my idyllic little garden, admiring this perfect little life I’ve been given, I wonder exactly which God I really hacked off to deserve this, unless Nuggan isn’t as dead as they say he is. I mean, who thinks this sort of thing is pleasant?

…Well, I’m sure there are people here who do but, hey, if you want to live your life in quiet, moronic bliss, go right ahead. Don’t let me stop you. Don’t forget to water your pansies.

Me? I’m putting on a pair of trousers and finding the nearest exit out of here. I don’t care what anyone says, there’s a way out of everything if you look hard enough.

[C; Action; around Mayfield - afternoon (open to all)]

[And, just like her word, Maladict is wandering around Mayfield in a pair of trousers that look suspiciously like a dress with the middle sewn together, looking for a way out. She looks pretty determined, too.]

Comments

[Phone]

[connedviakeyboard]

If you do, at least tell us. I spent the first two weeks looking every day for one.

[mal_addict]

Maybe you just didn't look hard enough.

[connedviakeyboard]

Yeah I think by the time I got to going through corners with a broom, I was looking pretty hard.

B

[micronation]

You're new here, right?

[Sounding a bit like he's rolling his eyes over the phone. Well, he is a kid.]

[mal_addict]

[Oh, how well she knows that verbal eyeroll]

What gave me away? Was it my desperate enthusiasm? It was, wasn't it?

[micronation]

We've tried to get out a million times, so any time someone acts like it'll be really easy it's obvious.

C

[kinship]

[Cain had been on his way to school, still looking quite tired and pale, though much better than he had been doing, when he happened to see... this peculiar sight. IS THAT A DRESS SEWN DOWN THE MIDDLE?!]

...

[mal_addict]

[Why yes, yes it is. So many things could be said about Mal, but no one could ever say she wasn't resourceful. Still, she notices the staring and looks his way]

Wow kid, escape from a hospital wing or something? Hate to tell you, but you don't look good.

[kinship]

[He looks a lot better than he did, and he assumes she knows what happened to everyone and that's why she's commenting. Grinning amiably, he shakes his head and steps closer.]

Appearances can be deceiving, miss, I'm really fine.

C

[20percentcooler]

[Rainbow Dash has been testing out her wings ever since she got out of the hospital a few days ago, and today is no exception.

...Except that she's not quite ready to be flying all over town yet, so she'll land kind of awkwardly right in front of Maladict.]

Whoa! Sorry about that.

[mal_addict]

[Now Maladict is used to Pretty Weird Things. Her world is full of them, after all. She has never seen a bright blue pony with wings and a rainbow mane and tail before. Much less one that can talk. Surprise registers on her face for a moment, before she relaxes back into a smirk]

No problem. I don't suppose you'd be helpful and tell me if you're real or a stress-induced hallucination? I'm having a bit of a difficult day and it's getting hard to tell the difference.

A

[slave_of_suzumiya]

[If she explores the house, Maladict may find a young man watching TV on the couch...]

[mal_addict]

[She takes a moment to stare at the TV for a moment. Why are there little people trapped in the box?

Still, an actual person is much more interesting, so she turns her attention on him]

Oh good, I'm manifesting people now, too. Hello, hallucination person.

[ A !Action ]

[1_truth]

[ Conan is an early riser as he likes to try and catch the milkman when he delivers the probably poisoned milk. So far, no luck. He's just slipping back into the house a little after seven and moves over to the kitchen to pull out the orange juice. He stops though as he notices 'mom' isn't up and making breakfast.... is she sick? Do Drones get sick? ]

[ He quietly moves over to her room and pushes the door open as he takes a deep breath and gets ready to wake her. ]

Mom! I'm-Ah le? [ ...that's not Mama!drone. ]

[mal_addict]

[The voice causes Maladict to turn in surprise. Oh. It's a small child. Well, she's never hallucinated small children before. This is a new thing too]

I'm no one's mother, trust me. Unless... I've actually made this up in my head, and even then I stick by the fact I'm no ones mother. It's something I'm pretty sure I'd know.

C;

[extraordinarily]

[ Just when Haruhi is about to arrive home, Maladict will be noticed! Of course, maybe it's because she's near Bilko Blvd., or maybe it's because she looks unfamiliar.

But she was definitely not a drone. Guess who's making a beeline towards you? ]

[mal_addict]

[Nothing like having a random stranger making her way towards you. She raises her hand in an idle greeting]

Um. Hi?

C

[werejew]

... You know, they have, like. Normal pants and shit.

[s'up vamp]

[mal_addict]

My wardrobe was sadly bereft, I had to make do. If you can point me in the direction of this pants-paradise, I'd be grateful.

[likescats]

[Death walks by. Oh wait, you're one of his. Have a voice in your head as he turns to look at you.]

I TAKE IT YOU JUST ARRIVED HERE.

[mal_addict]

[Well, that sure is a disturbing experience. Even if she wasn't a creature who once dealt more than her fair share of then end of a human life, she'd know THAT voice. She often wondered if it was just some...inbuilt thing with everything that existed on the Disc. She turns a little cautiously to look up at him]

Oh well. Your presence doesn't make me feel any less uneasy about this place at all.

B

[darrrling]

Oh, well, when you lead an exciting life this place can be a fun little break. Or it would be, if only it stayed quiet! Nothing's perfect in life, I guess, but a lot of the people here are nice enough and I certainly haven't found a way out yet.

[mal_addict]

Well, some people could say prison is nice because you get a meal every day and a bed to sleep in, but it's still a prison.

C

[mute_mystic]

[Silence is walking along, minding his own business, glances at Maladict, continues...pauses. Backtracks. Stares at the trousers.

Oh honey no. Silence can make way better trousers for you than that. They won't even be particularly fancy! Because Silence puts all the elegant frills and buttons and such on the coats.

Silence may have been a tailor in Mayfield for a bit too long. And, like all mystics, is just a bit too interested in fashion.

He makes a beeline for Maladict, already pulling out his notebook and pen. He scribbles the name and address of the tailor shop on a blank page, then writes beneath it.]

MY NAME IS SILENCE. I CANNOT SPEAK. I AM A TAILOR AND I CAN MAKE YOU NICER CLOTHES THAT ARE NOT HOUSEWIFE DRESSES.

[He offers the page up for Maladict's inspection, and smiles. His large swallowtail wings are currently hidden beneath his coat, but there are other distinct features Maladict may pick up on...such as the perfect alabaster skin, the intense crimson eyes, and the unsettling sharpness of his canines.

There aren't that many differences from the mystics of Silence's world and what other worlds would call vampires.]

[mal_addict]

[Maladict has a brief moment of confusion, before reading the note. Well. That would make her life a lot easier. Her eyes flick upwards and oh, yes. She catches those similarities.

Of course, meeting another vampire is all well and good, but regular vampires tend to not look favourably on black ribboners. Her hand moves automatically to her chest, clutching for a ribbon that is no longer there. Well. damn

Realising standing there and staring probably isn't the best course of action, she offers him a smile of her own]

Well, I couldn't say no to an offer like that.