call me maybe

[from_scratch]

Cam is out flying. There's a decent cloud of atmosphere around the gold plane, now, millenia of demons making air around themselves for comfort and not sealing it up because why would you bother. There's a small forest, here - the effect is kind of ruined by the lamps it has to grow under, but it's still pretty.

He feels an open summons and lets it grab him -

with the Joker (kappa)

with Ripper (kappa)

with Darren (Aestrix)

with Minus (kappa)

with Emma (Marri)

with Facility 3141592 (armokGoB)

with the admin (kappa)

with Jarvis (kappa, Aestrix)

with Miles (kappa)

with Hank (Nemo)

Comments

[from_scratch]

"It seemed likely, but it just got a lot likelier."

[eversomuchfun]

"I suppose you don't have vampires where you're from?"

[from_scratch]

"Nope."

[eversomuchfun]

"Curious. What sorts of demon do you have, then?"

[from_scratch]

"Just the one," says Cam, waving a hand. "And one kind of angel and one kind of fairy."

[eversomuchfun]

"Well," he says, "fascinating as this conversation is, this is not the place to continue it. How would you like to come back to my crypt?"

[from_scratch]

"You have your very own crypt, huh? Snazzy. Sure, why not. Had I better hide the wings under a coat?"

[eversomuchfun]

"It's Sunnydale. Don't bother. Anyone who knows about magic and so forth will deduce that they probably oughtn't fuck with you and anyone who doesn't will assume it's a trick of the light or an extremely lifelike costume piece."

[from_scratch]

"Should 'Sunnydale' hold some meaning for me?" inquires Cam.

[eversomuchfun]

"Sunnydale, California. Home of one Hellmouth, the highest number of graveyards per capita in the country, and an absolutely astonishing mortality rate that somehow continues to be blamed on gang activity and misuse of barbecue forks." He turns to exit the room, idly taking a swig from the jug of blood as he goes.

[from_scratch]

Cam follows.

"Where did you get that blood, anyway?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Stole it from the butcher's. Much simpler that way. And at least I've rescued it from the fate of being made into shitty cocktails at the exquisitely named Willy's Bar."

[from_scratch]

"Are you habitually a non-person-biting vampire, then?"

[eversomuchfun]

He shrugs. "What's it to you?"

[from_scratch]

"Well, if you bite people my next question is whether this is typically fatal and, if the answer is no, whether they're on board with the donation."

[eversomuchfun]

"Typically fatal, yes, on board with the donation, not frequently," he says. "Although there's always the odd ones out."

[from_scratch]

"Okay. Well, I can make you arbitrary humane blood."

[eversomuchfun]

"That sounds convenient!"

[from_scratch]

"Doesn't it just. Are there many vampires? Should I open a dispensary?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Yes, and you can if you like but you might not get many takers. There's a lot more thrill-of-the-hunt types than there are of whatever category you might put me in."

[from_scratch]

"That's disappointing. Why are vampires and such not common knowledge?"

[eversomuchfun]

"Irrational skepticism is apparently very comforting, and no one has yet been sufficiently motivated to burst the bubble."

[from_scratch]

"Back on my world I was responsible for making our sort of magic common knowledge," muses Cam.

[eversomuchfun]

"Well, if you want to do the same thing here, feel free. That ought to stir things up."

[from_scratch]

"In a good way?"