[holo | A cottage on the outskirts of Shelley]

[apackofone]

Remus paces restlessly around a small cottage room. There's little in the way of furniture visible, just an armchair and some curtains fluttering in the breeze, suggesting a garden outside beyond the open window.

The man shifts restlessly, clearly agitated and muttering to himself, throwing himself into the arm chair, getting up again to pace, tugging his hair with his hands. "It's getting too soon, too close, I can feel it, but even if I found a brewer, it's too late to start for this cycle. I should tell them, no, Remus, think, you can't tell them, they don't even seem to have magic here, explaining the details of being a Dark Creature isn't going to go over well. But I'm a danger. I know I'm a danger and I need them to stay away. I'm not near anyone, but someone might come looking for me, because they're all nice and thoughtful that way, buggeration, I can't think when it's so close!"

He throws himself into the armchair, glowering at the tablet. "And you, you horrible little thing. Why are you flashing at me? I don't know what you want, stop it."

He's clearly not quite himself. He also clearly has no idea that the tablet flashing means 'broadcast'.

03 [Visual || Open to anyone || Visual, text, audio] Not a day too soon

[loveawkward]

The act of being social was more pressure on Josef than he had considered. Not that he wasn't finding it enjoyable in many cases - surprisingly enough to the - but for a man that had spent a lot of years as a recluse it was trying in ways he hadn't imagined. Ways that were taking their toll.

Despite Mick's warning, he had taken an attempt at feeding utilizing one of the extras with the assumption that it wouldn't be much different than times when he had sustained on animal blood. It was far from the same.

Settling into the place he'd sought out, an open floor plan like the one he'd had before that offered a view and potential. For what he had no idea yet. Little showed beside him, settled into a chair and with the tablet set so that he could be seen. A stark background to a pale man in a dark shirt with the collar open.

"Evening boys and girls. I go by the name Josef and after a bit of a talk with she who would see herself empress, I'm curious about the political structure here in the city. Anyone that could help with that, I would much appreciate it."

Pausing as if just to adjust his cuffs, glancing down then back to the tablet. "Also, for those who are aware of the special needs of some like Mick, I would be thankful to work out some sort of arrangement for the same thing."

[Visual locked to Mick]

He sat back, considering just what to say to his friend now that he had experienced the city for himself.

"How do you do it? This social, building from the ground up thing is exhausting in ways I had forgotten." Or, in truth, never known. Position and power had meant he hadn't dealt with this before.

"I need some information." When did he not need Mick's work to further his own desires?