Don’t sing if you want to want to live long... [open]

[shamebats]

Who: Nadja and you!
What: One (1) confused vampire arrives on one (1) magical island
When: 11/4, evening
Where: The Storyteller’s Temple, the beach, the Denny
Warnings: mentions of SPOOKY VAMPIRE STUFF i.e. blood drinking



i. the temple

[Nadja wakes up in a heap of black cloaks and petticoats. She feels vaguely hungover, which is weird because the wizard incident was days ago.]

What the fuck.

[She listens to the whole rundown, feigns like she understands what’s happening, and absconds with her little bundle of supplies. When Nadja gets outside, she approaches the first few people she sees, speaking in a heavy Eastern European accent.]

Excuse me, sweet mortal, have you seen a set of men dressed like myself, probably arguing about crepe paper? Those are my idiots and I would like to collect them.

ii. the beach

[Once she’s ascertained where she is and that none of her companions, of the vampire or Guillermo persuasion, are with her...well, Nadja feels that her only recourse is to wander Ensō like the creature of the night that she is. Truth be told, she’s not actually too concerned with finding Laszlo. He’ll be fine on his own, probably. But with everything that’s happened lately, a breather from her coven is more than welcome.

Nadja hitches her skirts up around her ankles and steps just to the edge of the surf, surveying the sea. It’s a nice sea, she supposes. The vampiress’ gaze rises to the moon, and she takes a deep inhale—and lets out a long, loud, inhuman shriek like the screaming of a mountain lion.

There’s nothing wrong—it’s cathartic, actually. Making her fearsome presence known. But if one didn’t know any better they might think it’s a sound of grief. ]

iii. the denny

[Finally done prowling the beach, Nadja eventually finds herself at a building marked DENNY. She doesn’t know who this Denny is, but there is the most enticing aroma drifting out of the building, which is strange because she hasn’t found the smell of human food enticing for several centuries now.

Inside, she sidles up to the nearest stranger with a saccharine smile.]

Hi, sweet baby. Tell me please where I can find a coffin or other small, dark box, please. [she bats her lashes enticingly, and then pauses for a moment, coming up with a somewhat plausible excuse.] I need it for...storing my belongings in.

Comments

[demonpuppy]

[Chip turns to look up at Najda from where they had been sitting cross-legged playing with their cat with a make-shift feather wand. Their pause as they do so is enough time for Snowball to pounce and grab his prey, but Chip doesn't seem to notice.]

No. [Chip then pauses again, taking a second look over her (or rather, the magic that makes up her being) before the dawning of comprehension goes over their face.] Do you know Sophie?

[...Chip, vampires don't automatically know each other.]

[shamebats]

[Nadja sniffs at the child one, twice, and then wrinkles her nose.]

Why do you smell of dog, child?

[demonpuppy]

My aunt is a werewolf! [And they are SO PROUD OF THIS!!] My dad is too, but he's not here.

the denny

[galrarm]

[ ... he recognizes what she's trying to do here, but unfortunately (for Nadja) it's definitely not working. ]

If you gather enough favors from the Storyteller, you might be able to request one.

[shamebats]

[Nadja pouts and reaches up to take Shiro's chin in her hand. Look at that jawline. She's smitten.]

Oh, I see...the problem is, I need it by sunup. There is not a coffin-maker on this island?

[galrarm]

[ Oh. Oh, Nadja, you are barking up the entirely wrong tree in so many ways here.

He moves away, just slightly out of her reach. ]

Not that I know of. You have one of the Stones, right? You could send out a message that way.

the denny

[mockiri]

[On one hand, the nickname is on point because she is in fact a baby- or at least a child-sized little bird girl, sitting at a table in The Denny, playing with some sort of puzzle game with the pieces sprawled all over the surface. She looks up at the question, her head tilted to one side. A... coffin?]

...Yes, I’m very sweet.

[Yeah, she's got nothing.]

[shamebats]

[Nadja grins at the bird-girl, completely unfazed by her appearance.]

Do you know where I can find a coffin, my darling?

[mockiri]

[Kiri trills thoughtfully at that. A coffin? She hasn't even seen a single dead person here, nevermind a box to put them in. She lifts her shoulders in a shrug.]

What are you going to do?

[What does she need a coffin for??]

iii

[vagabone]

[Unfortunately, this stranger happens to have misplaced his skin. How odd. At least he still has his eyeballs.]

...You're looking for what now?

[shamebats]

....Coffin. You must be a very old vampire.

[vagabone]

[Wow!! Rude!!]

No! I'm not a vampire at all! Why would you think that?

i

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael pauses. He's just heading to Denny, not on an errand of any particular importance. It's been quite a while since humans dressed like that, hasn't it? But then, she must not be a human.]

No. Also, not a mortal.

[shamebats]

Oh! Are you a creature of the night, too? [Nadja looks thrilled by the idea.]

So clean-cut!

[eudaimonikos]

[Michael visibly preens.]

Why, thank you! I'm a demon, though, not sure if that counts. We don't quite have day-night cycles. 

[Though as far as the human perspective goes, he figures a demon may as well be classed as "of the night". Darkness and evil and all.]

ii

[yourattention]

[It's the sound that draws him up from the water.

He was doing the thing he sometimes likes to do where he sinks in water and stays there until he has to breathe again. He misses being able to practically live in the water, but he hasn't found a reason to beg the Jormun to give him the ability to do that again and he doesn't like asking people for favors.

Still, the screaming draws him to the surface. He doesn't actually come out of the water, because the water is safe to him and perhaps nobody else, but he does come close enough that he can see whoever was screaming. He doesn't recognize them, which is unusual, but maybe they're new and just. You know, screaming into the void. That's how it be sometimes, after all.]

Did you need something? [He's not coming out of the water unless there's a reason, thanks.] Or are you just being a public nuisance?

[shamebats]

[Nadja cuts off mid-screech and looks down at the water's surface, blinking in surprise.]

Can't a woman screech in such a time of distress? [She wrinkles her nose down him.] And what are you, a fish-man?

ii

[bitch4bitch]

[Hey, so, first of all: What the fuck.

That's the initial reason Erika follows the sound, actually; sheer curiosity of the what-the-fuck persuasion. She's gotta assume it's some kind of animal, but it doesn't quite sound like any that she's heard here before.

She's not super expecting the reason for that to be that it's coming from what looks a whole lot like a human person.

Or for drawing closer to that human person to reveal, seeping through the salty sea air, that ever-distinctive undead scent. HUH.]

Well shit.

[shamebats]

[Nadja actually cuts off mid-scream, not because someone is speaking to her but because she's suddenly overcome with the acute scent of dog. She gags, turning.]

You must be joking. Even on this island there are smelly wolves?

ii.

[counterblows]

[Wash is patrolling, which is a thing that space marines in denial about their own PTSD apparently tend to do, and he's doing it in full armor, which probably doesn't make for a very typical sight. You don't expect to find a space marine walking around in full regalia on a very tropical beach, generally.]

[But in his defense, you don't expect to hear loud screaming erupting out of nowhere, either.]

[Wash, being who he is, immediately starts running for it. Sounds like someone in trouble, and he's got a gun, which is usually an effective deterrent for trouble, and he's all set and ready to roll up and dispense of the trouble when he learns that it's not trouble at all.]

[It's a woman just...screaming. Because she feels like it? Is she hurt?]

What the hell?

god i'm so sorry this took so long

[shamebats]

[Nadja's scream dies out slowly, leaving her hunched over like a beast, but she straightens up when she hears the exclamation coming from behind her. Her eyes brighten in the moonlight at the sight of the armored soldier, a mix of interest and caution, and she stands so her hands are folded in front of her, posture straight. Prim. It's a weird contrast from what she was doing just a second ago.]

Yes, hello? Are you the night watchman?

i

[agathokakological]

[Crowley had spent most of his time since arrival exploring, sometimes repeating the same spots, giving them twice or thrice overs to ensure he hadn't missed a thing. Any sign others was welcome, and Crowley never shied away from speaking to them if given the opportunity.]

Mortal? [A scoff at this mistake.]

Afraid I haven't met such idiots.

[shamebats]

My mistake. It's an assumption I'm used to making, but already I have met more...inhumans than I expected.

[Nadja smirks, letting out a scoffing laugh of her own.] You'd certainly know if you had. [She...sniffs the air.] You're not a vampire, are you?

slides in late, 3!

[lesbeau]

[On one hand, Beau noticed Nadja the moment she walked in. This has little to do with suspicion- she just knows who's a regular or not- and more with 'cute girl has just entered the vicinity'. She tries to keep a low profile, only taking quick glances and busying herself with her drink and notebook, and thankfully the bait is taken.

In a... certain respect.

Beau looks over at her and blinks, trying to reconcile what she thought this intro would be with what it is.]

Sweet baby?

[That was a flirt right? Probably. Hopefully?]

Uhhhh, you can just put 'em in a house. Don't need to carry all your stuff along with you.

uwu

[shamebats]

House? But I have no house. [Nadja pouts and sits down, tracing a finger over the corner of Beau’s notebook. She props her chin up on her hand.]

You are writing secrets? Is the key to finding a coffin-house in that notebook?