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nebulous flood time

[citizendetective]

[Misty is, to put it lightly, stressed - which means that she's distracted. In theory, this flood isn't so bad: it's nice to have a modicum of power back again, and she's been doing quite a lot of patting herself on the back for handling it relatively graciously (she has not requested that the Admiral show her all of Pagan's private messages, she has not transferred to the infirmary in order to raid their meds stash). Other than that, however, it's kind of a mess in practice. The entire ship is topsy-turvy, and mostly not in a fun way. Natalie is in a coma, which supposedly isn't related, but the timing is suspicious. And she can't seem to rid herself of the niggling thoughts about all the opportunities that she's wasting by being good.

(Not that good. She hasn't tried to gain control of the infirmary, but she's still added several weapons and illicit substances to her own personal stash via Admiral request.)

All this is to say that when she passes Lestat in the hall, she barely gives him a second glance as she brushes past him, murmuring a half-hearted Excuse me.]

[malicieux]

[ He has no warden to learn about. He has no desire for weapons or anything illicit, and the only substance he really wants is flowing so nicely inside every person he meets. Though as he's learned, some people here taste awful, which he finds personally offensive in a way that he won't bother explaining to anyone.

In fact, some tastes are hard to forget, and even thinking about the awful blood he's encountered has left an unpleasant sourness in his mouth. Lestat is just thinking he needs to remedy that when a woman happens to cross his path, shoulder bumping against him slightly as she moves by, lost in her own world. ]

You seem a bit lost.

more nebulous flood time

[cactusy]

[Things that make Shaw lean towards the idea of this being real: the death toll feels like ass, in a way no simulation death had before. Things that make Shaw lean towards the idea of his being fake: everything is still fucking insane. Right now, she's putting the odds at 40/60: a 40% chance of this being real, and a 60% chance of everything here only existing in her head. They're not the worst odds she's drummed up.

She's exhausted, sore, headachy, and dizzy as she patrols the halls, but honestly? She's both walked and fought through worse before, and she's not even going to consider the option of crawling into bed and sleeping this off. She's weaponless, but she doesn't need a weapon to do her job. Maybe that one inmate had gotten the jump on her, and maybe it'll happen again, but that's never stopped her before. The only way she's going to hunker down and hide out the rest of the flood is if she literally can't move anymore, and she's nowhere near that point yet.

Spotting the stranger up ahead, she eyes him, doing her usual visual sweep: looking for weapons, looking for injuries, looking for signs of aggression.]

Name?

[malicieux]

[ Some people are enjoying this more than others. Lestat is one of those people, and now that he's had a little time to observe what's happening and test the waters, he's feeling like stretching his muscles a bit. So to speak.

He's not expecting someone to call to him in the hall. It seems that most of the residents of the barge are trying to keep out of trouble (boring). ]

That's not a very polite way to greet someone.

[ He doesn't look bothered. In fact, it's hard to hide the smile lingering on his face, looking perhaps too amused by the situation but not exactly aggressive. ]

After Pairings; audio

[kingofthezombieslook]

Well, brother, this isn't exactly the way I'd want to meet, but I'm not shirking my purpose just because the Admiral is a shitty driver.

Name's Hancock.

[malicieux]

And what is your purpose, exactly, Mr. Hancock?

[cactusy]

[Seeing Lestat just hanging out in the greenhouse pisses Shaw off. It also makes her stomach do a small but unpleasant jolt, which just pisses her off more. Still, it's nowhere near big enough to keep her from approaching. Stomach jolts rarely ever are, for her.]

Why him.

[She asks flatly, and without preamble.]

[malicieux]

[ Hanging out may be a bit of an understatement. It is, technically, his barge assigned job to be here, and she catches him while he's making sure one of the acoustic guitars is in tune. He eyes her up with something almost akin to wariness. ]

You mean our mutual acquaintance, yes? He tried to be funny and his little quip annoyed me.

[ He's not going to insult either of them by lying about it. The fact of the matter that, save for what happened with Neal and subsequently his friends who came to save him, nothing he'd done was that personal. ]

I'll admit that I let myself get out of hand. It will be hard for you to believe that I generally keep myself in better check, I can hardly fault you for it. I've only myself to blame for the frenzy, but while I'm being honest, I would have gone after him for it eventually.

after his talk to Shaw | audio

[greatoldjohn]

Hey! Could we talk for a moment?

[malicieux]

Everyone wants to talk to me lately. I've never felt so popular.

after pairings announced

[transfundere]

...well, then. It appears I've been made your warden. I don't suppose you'd be willing to come and talk with me about what that might look like?

[malicieux]

I'll consider myself fortunate for this turn of events. Of course I'll speak to you, though I'm sure you've nothing to be so concerned about.

audio

[cactusy]

Hey, asshole. You want this memory back or what.

[malicieux]

I do so love hearing your voice. It depends on the memory, really.

[transfundere]

Could you perhaps make your way to my cabin? There's something I'd like to show you.

[malicieux]

Conveniently I was just thinking I’d like to come around. I will be there shortly.

after his discussion with Neal

[greatoldjohn]

...Lestat? Do you have a moment?

[malicieux]

For you, my friend? Of course.

voice, post-malcolm-slicing;

[conning]

[Tiredly:] I don't know if he'll get to you, but there's at least one person I know of who might be coming to try and take exception to what happened with Malcolm.

Re: voice, post-malcolm-slicing;

[malicieux]

{ Neal can probably hear some music softly in the background, something that sounds like it might be from the 1930s. }

I appreciate the warning, though I'd be shocked if that wasn't the case.

audio

[abrightboy]

[After this and his discussions with Dorian and then Johann.]

Neal's been murdered. I'm going to have him in my cabin during his death toll, but you can call him on video if you want. You understand why I won't be inviting you over in person.

[malicieux]

{ The reply is delayed, partly because Lestat is choosing to be reclusive and partly because he has little interest in whatever Malcolm has to say to him. He assumes, of course, it's something to do with their encounter.

He does eventually get to it, though. Curiosity is a fickle thing. }

If you've come to place your blame, I have no hand in it.

[kingofthezombieslook]

Hey kid. [Yes, he is aware this is a lie.]

Dr. Reid let me know what happened. You're a pain in the ass, you know that? [But it's said with a lot of fondness.]

[malicieux]

{ Well ... That's unexpected. }

I do love being the name on everyone's lips.

Private | Audio

[neverwaitslong]

Hello. My name is Ulla, and I heard from John Doe that you're teaching him to play the violin. I wondered if you would be willing to take on another pupil.

I'm a singer and composer primarily, though I've also learned to play the piano here.

I'm willing to offer something in trade for lessons, if you like.

Re: Private | Audio

[malicieux]

I am always happy to meet another lover of music. It would be a pleasure to teach you, of course.

after the flood

[transfundere]

[ He is walking into his home, he is heading into the sitting room, and he is looking for both his cat and his inmate. ]

[malicieux]

{ Lottie hops off of her perch on the lid of Lestat's coffin, stretching before padding over to go see Reid. Not long after, the lid opens, and Lestat rests his arms on the edge. }

A moment of peace at last?

evening after The Meeting;

[conning]

Hey. Just... checking in. How's Reid doing?

[malicieux]

He sleeps, after a bit of coaxing.

sometime after the party

[a_titanum]

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I had this strange idea you might find this of interest.

[malicieux]

{ A shame Florian can't hear the delighted laughter over text message. }

What a wonderful little gift. A shame I couldn't see it in person.

post-Fantasyland Breach, by a day or so

[conning]

Neal asks Reid if he can visit while the man is out, say hello to Lestat and apologize. He debated whether or not Reid should be present, for Lestat's sake more than anything, but decided one on one was probably better. And well overdue.

He knocks before entering, knowing that Lestat won't be on his feet yet. What does it look like when a vampire death tolls? He shakes the brief curiosity and calls out softly as he enters.

"Lestat? Reid said it was all right if I stopped by."

[malicieux]

Neal's curiosity is answered soon enough, whether he wants it to be or not. Lestat's never looked dead by any means. Pale, yes, but if it weren't for the strangeness of his eyes he'd pass fine enough as alive. He's not looked in a mirror but he suspects that he does look dead now, for once, his complexion lacking any lustre. Even his bright eyes are duller. Maybe even passable as human for once. And given how Lestat feels very much like this is how it felt to die as a human and become a vampire, well, maybe it makes sense he'd look that way, too.

There's a bit of an annoyance at the intrusion. Lestat feels too tired, too achey, to bother with telling Neal to come back another time. It's not even about what happened that put Lestat in this state. He's just horribly vain.

"The sitting room," he announces, voice muffled by the closed lid of his coffin, followed by the sound of the inside of the lid unlatching to be lifted.

a mistake made but not regretted

[transfundere]

There comes a time in every life when one has both a boisterous puppy and a very active cat that one of these animals will knock something over that needs to be cleaned up immediately and the other will make this process needlessly difficult. Today was the day for Reid, which is why he hurried out of his cabin and left the journal he'd been writing in until just before his shift.

Leaving it for anyone who might happen to walk by his desk.

[malicieux]

Unfortunately for Reid, he's taken up with someone who's naturally inquisitive and who also happens to possess a keen eye. He can't deny his curiosity as he picks up the journal, having watch Reid scribble in it often.

It's hardly like there are secrets kept between them anyway, so Lestat sees little harm in flipping through the pages.

[voice, after Reid's announcement]

[divingdeep]

Hear you're heading out. Anyone on board you'd recommend as a chess opponent?

Bonne chance, by the way. Congratulations.

[malicieux]

{ Oh. }

Thank you. I admit I'm surprised by the news myself. Do you know Florian? We play regularly, he may enjoy having someone to carry on with.

[artistinexile]

Lestat de Lioncourt?

[malicieux]

The one and only.

a bit after Lestat breaks things up in the wardrobe

[howheendures]

I wouldn't have hurt him.

[Armand sees no reason to add a name, or any more details. Since it's Lestat, he doesn't try add a note of hurt at the idea Lestat could think he'd hurt someone. Even though it would be very funny. For the same reason, it's not defensive. But if Armand had tried to hurt Arthur, Lestat could've stopped him. Well, in the moment. Once Armand moved past the various insults - without a trace of sulking - he had been left to contemplate that.]

[malicieux]

Of course not.

{ His voice has the tone of someone who is telling a child they believe them even if they don't. }

But Arthur has a way of escalating issues to the point where inevitably something would have happened.

Audio - Shortly After Admiral Pairing

[coffinturk]

[ Possibly a familiar voice. But he introduces himself anyway. ]

Lestat? I am Vincent Valentine. I want to speak with you on a matter regarding Kadaj.

[malicieux]

{ Ah, right. Pairings. }

Of course. And what matter might that be?