bitten_notshy: ([sebastien] eyebrow raise)
It was a rather dreadful day. A gray mist fell from the sky as the last remnants of overnight rain, and a chill wind whipped through the air.

As these were the only circumstances under which Sebastien de Ulloa saw daylight, he was determined to be grateful for it. The unhappy work that brought him and his temporary companion out would not wait for the sun to set.

He stood back for a moment, assessing the scene. The badly abused corpse of a young man laid just outside the door, and blood and a thick white substance both spattered the marble stairs. A city patrolman still paced about self-importantly. If Sebastien's sense of the case was correct, he was waiting for some superior.

Tony spotted the body and instinctively averted his eyes. 'It's not a real vacation if you don't see the local corpses,' he muttered. )


[OOC: Continues from here. Threeway-preplay tango directed by [livejournal.com profile] bitten_notshy, [livejournal.com profile] brandyforapples, and [livejournal.com profile] wantstodirect. Basic situation and some dialogue stolen from "Wax" by Elizabeth Bear. Sixth verse, same as the first, but a whole lot louder and a whole lot worse. NFI, NFB. OOC = AOK. And you people should not let Ahdari code unsupervised.]
bitten_notshy: ([sebastien] eyebrow raise)
It was a rather dreadful day. A gray mist fell from the sky as the last remnants of overnight rain, and a chill wind whipped through the air.

As these were the only circumstances under which Sebastien de Ulloa saw daylight, he was determined to be grateful for it. The unhappy work that brought him and his temporary companion out would not wait for the sun to set.

He stood back for a moment, assessing the scene. The badly abused corpse of a young man laid just outside the door, and blood and a thick white substance both spattered the marble stairs. A city patrolman still paced about self-importantly. If Sebastien's sense of the case was correct, he was waiting for some superior.

Tony spotted the body and instinctively averted his eyes. 'It's not a real vacation if you don't see the local corpses,' he muttered. )


[OOC: Continues from here. Threeway-preplay tango directed by [livejournal.com profile] bitten_notshy, [livejournal.com profile] brandyforapples, and [livejournal.com profile] wantstodirect. Basic situation and some dialogue stolen from "Wax" by Elizabeth Bear. Sixth verse, same as the first, but a whole lot louder and a whole lot worse. NFI, NFB. OOC = AOK. And you people should not let Ahdari code unsupervised.]
bitten_notshy: ([neg] finding you wanting)
Jack was up half the night Thursday scrubbing pink dye out of his hair. After the fifth go at it with shampoo and a quick self-administered trim to a few scraggly bits that had absorbed more than their fair share of the dye, it was all but back to normal, with just a few blush-tinted strands around his ears.

This was, in his eyes, an essential first step.

After a call to Tony and a nap, he woke up and started to pack. Rationally, he knew he was not the first person to have something odd and embarrassing happen to him -- a love spell, or whatever it had been. He wasn't even the first person to waste time chasing after a straight guy. (And bless Mitchell and Kate for trying to talk sense into him, for all the good it had done.) But he still needed the brief escape of a respite with Sebastien to get him centered in his own head.

He packed quickly and neatly, door cracked open as usual so he could watch the motion in the hallway.

[OOC: Open if you need a Jack!]
bitten_notshy: ([neg] finding you wanting)
Jack was up half the night Thursday scrubbing pink dye out of his hair. After the fifth go at it with shampoo and a quick self-administered trim to a few scraggly bits that had absorbed more than their fair share of the dye, it was all but back to normal, with just a few blush-tinted strands around his ears.

This was, in his eyes, an essential first step.

After a call to Tony and a nap, he woke up and started to pack. Rationally, he knew he was not the first person to have something odd and embarrassing happen to him -- a love spell, or whatever it had been. He wasn't even the first person to waste time chasing after a straight guy. (And bless Mitchell and Kate for trying to talk sense into him, for all the good it had done.) But he still needed the brief escape of a respite with Sebastien to get him centered in his own head.

He packed quickly and neatly, door cracked open as usual so he could watch the motion in the hallway.

[OOC: Open if you need a Jack!]
bitten_notshy: ([spec] upside down + tired)
As far as anyone in this version of Fandom was concerned, their work was done, which would have given Jack more of a sense of accomplishment if it hadn't made him feel so horribly restless. It wasn't even as if he could find much in the way of distraction. (Emma and Rose slept on with so many other friends at Town Hall; Tony was still working in Vancouver; he supposed he should be more concerned he hadn't seen Valentine all week. She was with her brother, perhaps.) The few people who walked the halls mostly seemed as out of sorts as he was.

He'd also come to the conclusion that the wampyr of his home were the only sane vampires in the universe.

He flopped back on his bed with a primer on Russian grammar. He didn't have any immediate use for the language, but it was, at the least, something to do.

[Expecting a phone call, and someday this will be a linkdrop, but it is open.]
bitten_notshy: ([spec] upside down + tired)
As far as anyone in this version of Fandom was concerned, their work was done, which would have given Jack more of a sense of accomplishment if it hadn't made him feel so horribly restless. It wasn't even as if he could find much in the way of distraction. (Emma and Rose slept on with so many other friends at Town Hall; Tony was still working in Vancouver; he supposed he should be more concerned he hadn't seen Valentine all week. She was with her brother, perhaps.) The few people who walked the halls mostly seemed as out of sorts as he was.

He'd also come to the conclusion that the wampyr of his home were the only sane vampires in the universe.

He flopped back on his bed with a primer on Russian grammar. He didn't have any immediate use for the language, but it was, at the least, something to do.

[Expecting a phone call, and someday this will be a linkdrop, but it is open.]
bitten_notshy: (grinning in B&W)
Jack was still in a brilliant mood when he finally made it back to his room and started straightening things for Tony's visit -- not that things were so untidy to start with. He wasn't Worf, he'd had a wonderful time with Rose the day before, and the building was full of people he'd like to get to know better.

Once his side of the room was neat enough to suit him, he pulled the works of Demosthenes out of his knapsack and settled on his bed to read. Philosophy would never be his first interest, but he had made a promise, and it helped to pass the time.

[OOC: Door cracked, post open. Tony thread NWS.]
bitten_notshy: (grinning in B&W)
Jack was still in a brilliant mood when he finally made it back to his room and started straightening things for Tony's visit -- not that things were so untidy to start with. He wasn't Worf, he'd had a wonderful time with Rose the day before, and the building was full of people he'd like to get to know better.

Once his side of the room was neat enough to suit him, he pulled the works of Demosthenes out of his knapsack and settled on his bed to read. Philosophy would never be his first interest, but he had made a promise, and it helped to pass the time.

[OOC: Door cracked, post open. Tony thread NWS.]

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