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[requiemshark]

[ Duplicity is back on its bullshit. Ephemera doesn't take pictures of his sketchbooks for exactly this fucking reasons, but when there's a will, apparently there's a way in Duplicity. And someone - or something - has gotten into his phone and his sketchbook both.

The sketch is a simple one. Bare bones, something done idly. But with care. He's drawn the second time he and Trevor met, Trevor with his shirt off and glancing back over his shoulder, hair falling over his face. This was before Ephemera painted him, when they were talking it out.

A simple sketch. Not one he intended to show anyone. But when there's a will, there is, indeed, a way. ]

[doesitanyway]

[ Trevor is confused to get the drawing out of the blue, but it's impossible not to remember that moment. Especially when Ephemera sent him photos of the finished bodypaint as well. Is this simply a follow up?

He responds by text. ]

You are far more talented than even I knew. I've never had a portrait done before.

voice; un: dracula-backward

[honourthymother]

God, I can't believe I'm saying this...

[ Alucard inhales deeply before sighing. ]

There are a pair of what I believe to be mentally impaired Vampires in the City. They've managed to ruffle the feathers of almost all other Vampires that dwell here. Please, Belmont, don't slay them? They're harmless, really. I'll take care of them myself.

voice; @belmont

[doesitanyway]

Might these be the ones who just posted to become the new Vampiric Council? I was sent the posting by a displeased vampire, yes.

If I hear of them killing people, this will be revisited, but for the time being... do your best, Alucard.

text;

[beloyaltome]

Trevor I'm in need of some brutal honesty and a decent wit. [And therefore she's here.]

[doesitanyway]

I can provide those things.
Perhaps more the honesty, but we'll see what the problem is first.

delievered first week of novemeber —

[seaboard]

— Master Trevour Belmont

A gift, to keep you warm through the winter.

In my home, we give gifts at the end of harvest - to keep us in good cheer all through the long dark to come. I know how dearly you long for home, as I do the same, so I thought to give you a gift though we have not known each other long, I saw this sigil upon your garments, and I thought perhaps it was your family crest, so I made this for you, so you could carry a little more of it. The wreath is usually given at midsummer and kept until mid-winter when we burn them on the longest night to ward off bad omens for the new year.

In all regard, yours,
Gilia St. Loe, Daughter-Sea, She Who Sings the Ocean to Prosperity

[ With the note comes a box that has been carefully packaged, scented faintly with lavender and rosemary. On the top is a simple wreath of leaves, bound together with twists of herbs and flowers that make it faintly sweet, with how it has all been carefully dried. Below it is the main gift itself. A jacket, simple in cut and design, though to the touch it's sturdy wool, and on the inside of the jacket, is the very simple wreathed embroidery - of a T and S, combined in weaving flowers. Something to keep love close. ]

text | un: speaker

[blasphemare]

I take it back. You are less of an idiot than Alucard.

[doesitanyway]

I don't disagree, but what makes you say that now?

about a week after Tumenalia

[beloyaltome]

Belmont, have you spoken to Alucard in the past ... week or so? He hasn't been responding to my messages for days and I'm becoming increasingly worried.

[doesitanyway]

I haven't, no. Truth be told I thought he was just avoiding me until Sypha said he'd not come back to the apartment, either. He seems to have gone into hiding.

action!

[honourthymother]

[ Keeping his word, Alucard had kept himself busy in the kitchen while he waited for Trevor to return. Sypha was out, he'd not asked when she'd be back, but he made enough food for her all the same.

Currently drying his hands on a kitchen towel and pouring himself a glass of wine, it was always nice to have a little drink when cooking. The Dhampir looked very domesticated and quite at home in the kitchen, hair pulled back in a loose, low ponytail, sleeves rolled up, and flour fingerprints on the sides of his trousers. ]

[doesitanyway]

[ Trevor's been working a fair bit more since Oswald's departure, but luckily tonight isn't an event night at the arena. He isn't needed later than usual and can smell from the moment he opens the apartment for that Alucard did in fact make them all dinner. Of the three of them he's by far the best cook, and Trevor feels his stomach rumble in anticipation as he hangs up his coat and heads into the kitchen. ]

Evening, Adrian. Kept yourself busy?

un: lehane | text

[rockypath]

MEET FAITH LEHANE, YOU TWO SHOULD TALK ABOUT FACE-SITTING.

[doesitanyway]

It's that time again, is it?

Alright. Nice to meet you, Faith. Sitter or sittee?

Text | un: lushmage

[vintsparkler]

Mr. Belmont.

I'm unsure if you remember me or know who I am, but I was in attendance with you during the viewing of those product commercials not but a few days ago.

Seems I've received a summons to try out one of the products and review it.

With you.

[doesitanyway]

Have you now? Just a moment.

Ah, yes, I remember your mustache. Please do call me Trevor, especially if we're to be testing something on one another.

Which I suppose can't be helped.

We'll have to meet at your place or a hotel, I don't have my own space here and my partners are insufferably nosy.

10/8 Post Event

[vintsparkler]

[ Along with sending something to Adrian, he's also delivered a gift and note to Trevor. Seems Dorian has made a small care package of soaps, tinctures and a potion to aid with healing. ]

Trevor,

While I wouldn't have hoped to have been in such a situation, I'm grateful to not have been alone. Rough is a good look on you, but not beaten, even if it was inspiring to watch you fight. You don't seem like the sort to let yourself rest and recover, but please do so for my sake and likely Adrian's too. If you need anything, let me know.

Text; un: lushmage

[vintsparkler]

Hey Trevor,

I’ve just informed Vash, but I should let you know as well. Rhys is no longer in the city and I will be leaving my home in the Up for a bit to stay with you for a time.

Re: Text; un: lushmage

[doesitanyway]

I'm truly sorry to hear that, Dorian.

And yes, you will. Good that you've decided so on your own; we won't have to stage an abduction.

un: smallville [event misfire]

[girod]

I’m on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?

[doesitanyway]

I very much suspect this was intended for someone else, stranger. But either way I'd question a proposition that calls me a "thing."

Misfired Text; un: smokinbomb

[bakudan_bambino]

Hey next time you stroke my dick, can you not do it so hard? I thought you were gonna rip my foreskin.

Re: Misfired Text; un: smokinbomb

[doesitanyway]

[ What the-- oh, right. This is a thing the city's doing, how could he forget? A momentary lapse, Trevor supposes, since this message is from a name he recognizes. ]

A valiant effort, they almost got me with this one... but I do recall you having to request essentially the opposite.

I hope it's entirely fabricated? If not I'd encourage you to speak up in the moment the next time you're that uncomfortable.

un: suit-and-shades, private

[not_actually_a_bad_guy]

Hi. Not sure if we have spoken but I'd like to have a chat with you. You're contracted with Dorian Pavus, right?

He offered me a contract but I want to talk to the rest of you before I decide what to do.

text; un: DonutDevourer

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is pretty sure this isn't real, but it seems fun so he's joining in.]

YOU'VE BEEN BLASTED BY THE

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\__ \ _| >  <   | _ \ (_) | |\/| || _ \ 
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ONCE YOU'VE BEEN BOMBED, YOU HAVE TO BOMB 8 OTHER PEOPLE! IF YOU GET BOMBED AGAIN YOULL KNOW YOUR REALLY SEXY!!1 IF YOU DIFFUSE THE SEX BOMB CHAIN, YOULL SUFFER A VERY UNSEXY BRAIN INJURY! BOMB WHOEVER YOU THINK IS SEXY!!

[doesitanyway]

[ Trevor reads the message several times before replying, trying to parse some sort of meaning or motive beyond the absurd if it's literal. Because it does occur to him that perhaps this is the city hijacking Vash's device, in which case the penalty might be real? But the language errors are... odd, for them.

No, he just. Doesn't get it. This must be a joke of some sort, yes? And he's missing the context?

Which is why he replies as flippantly as he does. ]

What the fuck is this meant to be, Vash?

Text; un: smokinbomb

[bakudan_bambino]

YOU'VE BEEN BLASTED BY THE

 (          )           )    *          
 )\ )    ( /(     (  ( /(  (  `     (   
(()/((   )\())  ( )\ )\()) )\))(  ( )\  
 /(_))\ ((_)\   )((_|(_)\ ((_)()\ )((_) 
(_))((_)__((_) ((_)_  ((_)(_()((_|(_)_  
/ __| __\ \/ /  | _ )/ _ \|  \/  || _ ) 
\__ \ _| >  <   | _ \ (_) | |\/| || _ \ 
|___/___/_/\_\  |___/\___/|_|  |_||___/ 
                                        

ONCE YOU'VE BEEN BOMBED, YOU HAVE TO BOMB 8 OTHER PEOPLE! IF YOU GET BOMBED AGAIN YOULL KNOW YOUR REALLY SEXY!!1 IF YOU DIFFUSE THE SEX BOMB CHAIN, YOULL SUFFER A VERY UNSEXY BRAIN INJURY! BOMB WHOEVER YOU THINK IS SEXY!!

[doesitanyway]

[ At this point Vash has explained the concept (as much as he was able, anyway) so Trevor knows it's a joke... but he's still gonna give everyone doing it a bit of a hard time because he thinks that's funny too. ]

Are you aware of how many significant errors there are in your text?

[vintsparkler]

[doesitanyway]

The community center? Do I even want to guess at how many people you've invited, Dorian?