Iron Queen Hotel, London, Tuesday

John Nast, whom Jack kept having to stop himself from thinking of as Sebastien de Ulloa, still didn't sleep. He'd left need behind when he became a vampire some twelve hundred years before.

But he'd come back from his extended walkabout in India with the habit of spending a few hours a day in a meditative trance, which gave much the same effect. Jack found it unsettling; a still body with no need to breathe looked distressingly like a corpse.( Cut for length and wibble-osity )

Once all roads had lead to dead ends, he pulled out his phone and sent an angry little text to everyone from Fandom in his address book.

Sebastien has been wiped off the face of the earth. What the hell is going on?

[OOC: If you want to get the text, you did!]

Iron Queen Hotel, London, Tuesday

John Nast, whom Jack kept having to stop himself from thinking of as Sebastien de Ulloa, still didn't sleep. He'd left need behind when he became a vampire some twelve hundred years before.

But he'd come back from his extended walkabout in India with the habit of spending a few hours a day in a meditative trance, which gave much the same effect. Jack found it unsettling; a still body with no need to breathe looked distressingly like a corpse.( Cut for length and wibble-osity )

Once all roads had lead to dead ends, he pulled out his phone and sent an angry little text to everyone from Fandom in his address book.

Sebastien has been wiped off the face of the earth. What the hell is going on?

[OOC: If you want to get the text, you did!]