Room 222, Monday Evening

[bitten_notshy]

When Jack decided he was going to do something, he usually made it happen, and the sheer perversity of technology be damned. And so it was that he came to spend Monday night relaxed on his bed, Count Orlok playing on a portable DVD player propped on a pillow in front of him.

It wasn't so different from the films he'd seen at home, really. Just .... longer. Longer and darker and who could possibly think vampires looked like that? But the plot was easy enough to follow once he recognized Stoker's novel. A tad ridiculous, but still easy to follow, and not much like Darkest Night at all.

He idly scratched notes on a tablet as he watched. He might claim they were for Mitchell or for Sebastien, but mostly they were for himself. The door was cracked so he could see people coming and going in the hallway, even though he had no reason to expect visitors.

[OOC: Open room post, yep. Nosferatu being out of copyright is WIN -- unless you're one of Murnau's heirs, of course.]

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[icecoldfrost]

Emma had been wandering the halls in search of amusement when she heard the strains of classic cinema music, and decided to investigate.

"Catching up on our film history?" she asked, propping herself against the doorframe and craning her neck to see what he was watching. "Ah, Good choice. Just don't watch the 'update' of the Stoker novel from the early 1990s, it's frightening and not in a good way."

[bitten_notshy]

"I'll make a note of that," Jack said, a flicker of interest passing through his eyes. He hadn't expected Emma to visit; he wasn't sure where they stood. "I've read the book. Professor Mitchell recommended the film."

[icecoldfrost]

That wasn't 'go away', so Emma was taking it as an invitation.

"I recognized the music," she said by way of explanation, coming in to take a better look at the screen. "I don't think I've ever actually read the book, though, I just know the basic story. How does it compare so far?"

[bitten_notshy]

Not 'go away' at all. Jack shrugged, but there was a smile around the corners of his mouth. "It's very similar," he said. "They simplified the story and changed the names, but it's the same story. Would you like to sit and watch?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Having girls sit on your bed? Are we being scandalous again, Mr. Priest?" Emma asked even as she took the offered seat. "Between that and your professor's excellent taste in films, it's an offer I cannot refuse."

[bitten_notshy]

"Entirely scandalous," Jack acknowledged. "But it seems as though girls here let me into their bedchambers without fear of a ruined reputation, so I may as well return the favor."

He restarted the movie. "It's good to see you. I wasn't sure..."

He trailed off, not certain what he wasn't sure of. Wasn't sure they were friends? Perhaps.

[icecoldfrost]

"What good is a reputation if you can't ruin it?" Emma teased, making herself comfortable and laying down on her stomach. It might get a bit cozy, but it they could probably manage.

"If you aren't sure, you could always find out," she continued, watching the subtitles. "Do we want to do funny voices, or take it seriously?"

[bitten_notshy]

"I'm afraid I'm terminally serious about vampires, Miss Frost," he teased, nudging her lightly so there'd be enough room for him to lie down beside her without too much physical contact. "Though if you have to do funny voices, you should. I won't stop you."

[icecoldfrost]

It was almost too bloody hot for any physical contact, so Emma didn't mind scooting over, even if she did make a face at him. "I promise to be good, no funny voices," she sighed. "Are you a horror fan, then?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Something like that," Jack said absently as he turned his head to look at her. "If I tell you something strange, can you tell I'm not lying?"

Emma trusted him. This was his way of returning the favor.

[icecoldfrost]

"I can, if I peek. Or if you're a bloody bad liar," Emma answered, glancing at him. "Although you might be surprised how few things I think are 'strange.'"

"Why?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Because this is strange."

There was a little laugh in Jack's voice.

"My guardian is a vampire."

[icecoldfrost]

Well, at the very least, he wasn't a bad liar. Still, Emma resisted peeking, wanting to see if he was going to start laughing at her.

"So, when you get the 'I'm older than you and I know better,' it's not just a load of nonsense?" She paused and gave a small shrug. "Well, still nonsense, but at least half-true?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Coffee had sounded really good (screw it being evening), and Rose owed Jack coffee still anyway so with the aim of drinking both cups if she didn't see him, she'd bought some coffee and doughnuts and stopped by his room.

Luckily for Morgana not having to deal with an over-caffeinated roommate, the door was openish. Rose tapped on the doorframe with a barely free hand. "Busy?"

[bitten_notshy]

"Not especially," Jack said, fumbling a little with the buttons to pause the movie before rising from his bed to open the door the rest of the way. "You come bearing drinks."

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"I brought coffee," Rose said, giving him a smile for opening the door. "Still owe you some. Also there are doughnuts." She made a face. "People who say they're jjust for the morning are boring."

[bitten_notshy]

"They're pastries," Jack said. "I'll take pastries anytime."

Actually, he would take most food anytime. He shoved his curls back and grinned at Rose.

"Come in, please. I was watching a vampire movie."

Of all the things in the world.

"Old one."

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"OOoh, is it Question and Answer Session With a Creature of the Night Interview with a Vampire?" Rose asked, handing him the doughnuts and coming into the room. "It's stupid, but Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise are pretty."

[bitten_notshy]

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Jack said, with a laugh to take the sting out of his words. "Count Orlok. It's silent and from the Stoker novel. My teevee professor likes it."

He flopped back on the bed, donut in hand. "This smells good."

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

Rose took a more careful seat in an open spot on the bed, not wanting to dump coffee on his sheets then handed him a cup. "It's silent? Is it any good?" She sounded doubtful.

"They do," she agreed. "They smelled good enough on the way back here you're lucky to get one."

[bitten_notshy]

Jack took the cup carefully, with a little nod of thanks, and took a greedy, scalding sip before he answered.

"Better than most of what I've seen at home, I think," he said, which may not be a helpful answer. "They did a good job setting the mood, even if the vampire's absurd-looking." He flopped the DVD case toward her with his free hand so she could see. "Do you want to stay and watch some and let me know how primitive it is?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

She leaned over to look at the DVD cover and made a face. "Gah! Wonder if anyone ever realised that if vampires look that scary, they'd never be able to do that whole 'romantic creature of the night' thing people like so much." Unless they were Strigoi. In which case, scary didn't begin to cut it.

"Sounds good," Rose said, reaching over to steal a quick piece of his doughnut. "If you don't mind me mocking it."

[bitten_notshy]

"Vampires who looked like that would be no use at all. And I'll let you mock," Jack said, lightly but as if he were conferring a boon.

He made as if to swat her hand away from the donut.

"Didn't you get one for yourself?"

[guardianborn.livejournal.com]

"Awww, you're so sweet," she teased, rolling her eyes. "It's like you're a miracle of helpfulness."

"And course I did," she said. "But it's in the bag, and I wouldn't wanna offend you by reaching over you for it."

Or because it was more fun to steal part of his.

[bitten_notshy]

"That's me, St. Jack," he teased right back, jostling her with a shoulder. "As if you could offend me by reaching."

He put his donut just out of her reach to guard it.