FRUITS OF LABOUR. [ Daniel has been kept on a fairly short leash since his transformation a fortnight ago. He sleeps through the day, pulled down into a death-like unconsciousness every morning as the sun peeks over the horizon; and even at night he doesn't get out to his usual activities.
But he's here at the festival, leather jacket, sunglasses that aren't really needed this deep into the evening, violet flowers woven into his white curls. Beneath the shades his eyes are flickering candle flames, shifting between blue and orange based on his temperament.
Mostly orange right now, with all the bodies around, both the human platters and the guests. Daniel darkly aware of the blood pulsing along people's veins. He avoids close conversation, slipping away to the shadows — he's just gonna go puzzle out the maze; he's just gonna go looking for those pumpkins; he's gonna get a bite to eat. If you aren't up to date with his condition it might be easy to misunderstand and think he's avoiding you in particular. ]
PUMPKIN SPICE. [ Catch him, maybe, at the food table, munching on some pumpkin stuffed with cilantro lamb. It still tastes a little like soap, but that's the cilantro; he's surprised and pleased to discover he can eat this stuff. Wild, considering he made a whole thing out of putting himself together a last meal, aware he'd never enjoy the taste of human food again. He opens his notepad, jots down: food is definitely people again. Glancing around at other people, wondering if he should let them know too. Maybe ignorance is bliss? ]
A-MAZE-ING (( this prompt is specifically for mortals who are interested in being nibbled on; drop me a quick opt-in here! ))
[ Catch him, maybe,in the maze. Notebook out again, tracking every turn he makes, counting his steps. Using his improved hearing to try and place himself in relation to the ongoing party. He was arrogantly certain he could solve it — but he's as lost as anyone. When he senses the approach of another person, his senses sharpen, and he approaches with a smile. ]
Hey! I feel like I'm walking in circles.
[ Friendly enough, but he doesn't feel friendly, eyes a luminous orange behind the sunglasses. He feels hungry - always so hungry, now. And despite the generous provisions of their hosts, he still can't help his fascination with the the thrum of living blood. He hasn't hunted without Louis or Armand there to guide him — to restrain him. But hey, first time for everything. ]
HANDFASTING. (( open to handwaving the reality of time and space so multiple people can take this option, going to assume it's his first time every time. ))
[ Pushed forward by the crowd, the thread loops tight around the wrist of Daniel and this other person. He goes along with the ceremony, chill, jovial, it's all in good fun, man. Hippie shit. Sure.
The game moves on, and Daniel follows along with his new bride/groom/whatever. ]
Is this gonna count as a third divorce, d'you think?
[ Playful, as he goes to untie the knot and slip free.
It — it's a little tricky.
He's just gotta —
Maybe with the glass edge of his vampiric claws, he can snip the — nope. ]
Hey, uh, can't seem to get this off. You wanna have a go?
daniel molloy / interview with the vampire / existing character
[ Daniel has been kept on a fairly short leash since his transformation a fortnight ago. He sleeps through the day, pulled down into a death-like unconsciousness every morning as the sun peeks over the horizon; and even at night he doesn't get out to his usual activities.
But he's here at the festival, leather jacket, sunglasses that aren't really needed this deep into the evening, violet flowers woven into his white curls. Beneath the shades his eyes are flickering candle flames, shifting between blue and orange based on his temperament.
Mostly orange right now, with all the bodies around, both the human platters and the guests. Daniel darkly aware of the blood pulsing along people's veins. He avoids close conversation, slipping away to the shadows — he's just gonna go puzzle out the maze; he's just gonna go looking for those pumpkins; he's gonna get a bite to eat. If you aren't up to date with his condition it might be easy to misunderstand and think he's avoiding you in particular. ]
PUMPKIN SPICE.
[ Catch him, maybe, at the food table, munching on some pumpkin stuffed with cilantro lamb. It still tastes a little like soap, but that's the cilantro; he's surprised and pleased to discover he can eat this stuff. Wild, considering he made a whole thing out of putting himself together a last meal, aware he'd never enjoy the taste of human food again. He opens his notepad, jots down: food is definitely people again. Glancing around at other people, wondering if he should let them know too. Maybe ignorance is bliss? ]
A-MAZE-ING
(( this prompt is specifically for mortals who are interested in being nibbled on; drop me a quick opt-in here! ))
[ Catch him, maybe,in the maze. Notebook out again, tracking every turn he makes, counting his steps. Using his improved hearing to try and place himself in relation to the ongoing party. He was arrogantly certain he could solve it — but he's as lost as anyone. When he senses the approach of another person, his senses sharpen, and he approaches with a smile. ]
Hey! I feel like I'm walking in circles.
[ Friendly enough, but he doesn't feel friendly, eyes a luminous orange behind the sunglasses. He feels hungry - always so hungry, now. And despite the generous provisions of their hosts, he still can't help his fascination with the the thrum of living blood. He hasn't hunted without Louis or Armand there to guide him — to restrain him. But hey, first time for everything. ]
HANDFASTING.
(( open to handwaving the reality of time and space so multiple people can take this option, going to assume it's his first time every time. ))
[ Pushed forward by the crowd, the thread loops tight around the wrist of Daniel and this other person. He goes along with the ceremony, chill, jovial, it's all in good fun, man. Hippie shit. Sure.
The game moves on, and Daniel follows along with his new bride/groom/whatever. ]
Is this gonna count as a third divorce, d'you think?
[ Playful, as he goes to untie the knot and slip free.
It — it's a little tricky.
He's just gotta —
Maybe with the glass edge of his vampiric claws, he can snip the — nope. ]
Hey, uh, can't seem to get this off. You wanna have a go?