Astarion Ancunin

[scrapdraught]

omg she's a reporter

it's Interview with a Vampire

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[haematocritical]

[ beach girl saturday! beach girl saturday! ]

Sleeping? With all this excitement? Hardly.

[ not the puppy. he got RAPTURED… all dogs go to heaven… ]

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[please rapture us too lord I have seen what you have done for others.]

Well. Pull up a seat if you like.

[Unless he's got places to be.]

[haematocritical]

[ no. you died last game. keep living. ]

…

[ a shrug. he does. ]

[scrapdraught]

[WOW i was even nice and included you.]

I'd offer you a drink but I'm afraid I'm dry. [Have been for a while. The fruit orchard and the soup are the most party she's had since Wind Gap.] Guess you'll have to settle for middling conversation or dead silence.

[haematocritical]

Oh, I'll just raid the refectory if I feel like drinking myself into oblivion. We're not at that point just yet.

[ he enjoys not having heavy conversation after whatever the fuck just happened. ]

[scrapdraught]

Here's hoping we don't hit it.

[Camille's in danger of it herself. Wouldn't that put her good year of clean behaviour to waste?

She'd like to brush it off. "Oh, who was to know I'd be kidnapped by an off-world cult?" It's just the stakes are steeper, should she try. The fruit was fine, she wasn't much for drug highs. Maybe it would be in the future, should they be alive long enough. Liquor, though. Liquor slicked her drop to rock bottom too fast and too quick to risk.

Camille lays back, arms up. Watching the stars. She's tired of morbidity. They've been stuffed with it, plump turkeys for a grim god's dinner.]

How did you meet them? Your friends.

[haematocritical]

[ he blinks at that. the swerve from drinking themselves into oblivion to connections and friendships, of all things. not that it's not tempting to stop talking about the pile up they had this weekend. ]

Through a very unfortunate series of events.

[ he doesn't ask who... wow... friendship is real... ]

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[This is the most cat energy I've ever seen in an adult man]

How very vague. Must have been a fun time.

[haematocritical]

Hilarious.

No, it was a generally a miserable time even if it did come with a lot of wonderful benefits for yours truly, and we all enjoyed not dying so much that we stuck together. [ and now they are very stuck. ]

[scrapdraught]

So adventure, then. [One brow quirks. She laces her fingers over her middle and looks back to the sky.] Maybe not an adventure by choice, but rousing all the same.

How many of you are there? Karlach, Gale...?

[haematocritical]

Something along those lines, yes.

Hmm. Myself, Karlach, Gale, Wyll, Lae'zel and Shadowheart. There are others but their conditions are not quite the same as ours. Still, they chose to attach themselves to our group so more fool them.