Emancipated and Quite Capable

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!]

Jack was doing nothing in particular in his hotel room when his phone rang. He blinked as he glanced at it, surprised to see Sebastien was calling. For one, he hadn't exactly been in regular contact these last few months. For another, Sebastien generally claimed the privileges of his age and relied on letters (or, when time was key, email), not the telephone.

But. He was glad to get the call, and they chatted for a few minutes about the recent disease on the island and what Sebastien had been doing in Mumbai. However, it was clear Sebastien had something else on his mind.

( Later in the conversation... )

And that, such as it was, seemed to be the end of that. Now Jack just needed to figure out what it meant.

[OOC: For anyone who'd call or go looking for him.]