[visual / location: don's apartment] (way backdated)

[verylittlesugar]

It's been a couple days since the attack and her phone call to Don, and Mattie's feeling better physically, but still a little wrung out emotionally. Mostly that manifests in being very quiet and trying convince Don to let her cook meals for him, and a noticeable absence of tiny sternfaces. There's a lot on her mind, however, and one or two questions in particular keep coming up.

So she turns to her tablet, and the Taxon community, for answers. She's curled up against the headboard of Don's bed, wrapped in her father's coat over her nightgown, with a small white gauze bandage on her neck.

"What happens when a vampire bites you? And how are you to tell if you are seeing one?"


[Location for Don, visual or voice as you like for everyone else. Let's say this is backdated to around May 9 so Mattie hasn't been languishing all this time.

ETA: Don may be hovering around and keeping an eye on conversations, expect possible threadjacking. ;)]

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[voice]

[selfmadman]

I put that conversation out of its misery.

[A pause as Don draws a ragged breath.]

She's hurt. If you can't be helpful be quiet.

[voice]

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

Yes, that much is evident. So obviously the perfect solution is to let dangle a gimpy minnow onscreen for those with larger teeth to see.

I suppose you could chastise the vampire's manners as a deterrent.

[voice]

[selfmadman]

What do you want?

[voice]

[ironfright.livejournal.com]

I wanted to see which shark had gotten to the mini one.

[ because that's about as close to "I'm not exactly worried but it's something vaguely along those lines" as he'll say aloud ]

[voice]

[selfmadman]

[Not close enough.]

Sorry to disappoint.

[The words are contemptuous as a curled lip; almost immediately following their utterance the connection is severed.]