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taxonomites2010-04-29 01:01 pm
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VAMPCON THE FIRST, POST THREE Location : [the Uroc] [LOCKED TO VAMPIRES]
((OOC: Hey guys! Here's a post for after everyone gets coralled into one room, so that we can start actually...doing a thing. Consider this post your opportunity for everyone to introduce themselves, and for conversation to happen in reaction to that. And for bitching that their evenings have been interrupted.))
After the vampires are all assembled (including Harvestman. Probably.), and those who wish to drink have poured hot blood from the decanter in the middle of the table, the Brucolac stands. The room is dim - it's only light comes from the curved row of windows that look out over the Uroc's main deck far below, letting in the false moonlight and the pale glow of the moonship itself. There are lamps on the wall and for the sensitive, the faint traces of lamp oil cling to them, but none are lit - warm, bright lights are for the living, and no one present breathes.
"Be welcome, my kin. For those I have not met, and there are many of you, I am the Brucolac, once-lord of men and ab-men, and this is my ship. It has never been the home of living men. No Extras walk its many halls, and no irregular press-ganged citizen will disturb us. This is a our place, and our privacy is absolute. You need not hide or dissemble here." Their host certainly isn't. His voice is a long his, and he makes no attempt to keep up the small fidgets and movements that mark the living - his mouth and his eyes move, but the rest of him is still.
"You have been called here to discuss our relationship amongst ourselves and with the city as a whole. Some of you are here against your will, and you will receive no apology for this. You fucking well know better, or you have just learned better, than to think that you can hide from your kin. Let us name ourselves to one another, now, and begin. The sooner an understanding is reached, the sooner those of you who wish to leave can do so." He turns and looks at Godric, who happens to be seated in the largest chair at the round table. Everyone's met the ancient vampire by this point, but all the more reason for Godric to begin.
After the vampires are all assembled (including Harvestman. Probably.), and those who wish to drink have poured hot blood from the decanter in the middle of the table, the Brucolac stands. The room is dim - it's only light comes from the curved row of windows that look out over the Uroc's main deck far below, letting in the false moonlight and the pale glow of the moonship itself. There are lamps on the wall and for the sensitive, the faint traces of lamp oil cling to them, but none are lit - warm, bright lights are for the living, and no one present breathes.
"Be welcome, my kin. For those I have not met, and there are many of you, I am the Brucolac, once-lord of men and ab-men, and this is my ship. It has never been the home of living men. No Extras walk its many halls, and no irregular press-ganged citizen will disturb us. This is a our place, and our privacy is absolute. You need not hide or dissemble here." Their host certainly isn't. His voice is a long his, and he makes no attempt to keep up the small fidgets and movements that mark the living - his mouth and his eyes move, but the rest of him is still.
"You have been called here to discuss our relationship amongst ourselves and with the city as a whole. Some of you are here against your will, and you will receive no apology for this. You fucking well know better, or you have just learned better, than to think that you can hide from your kin. Let us name ourselves to one another, now, and begin. The sooner an understanding is reached, the sooner those of you who wish to leave can do so." He turns and looks at Godric, who happens to be seated in the largest chair at the round table. Everyone's met the ancient vampire by this point, but all the more reason for Godric to begin.