Day 91 AM [video] Public + Private to Maggie

[burnburnburn]

[Dilandau's lying on the sofa in his living room, holding his arm above his head to film. He's forgone his usual armour-and-diadem getup for a red shirt from the wardrobe. The swelling on his face has gone down, but the bruising has faded into an unattractive yellow]

Kenzi, I've finished that trap. Come to 15 and I'll show you how to set it up. I'll make another once we're sure it works.

[To everyone else, the message seems to end for a moment as he makes a message Private to Maggie]

Maggie, I want to see you later too. I've got questions about those dreams of yours.

[To everyone else, the message appears to start up again as he switches back to a public message.

His expression sours and he pushes his hair off of his forehead, huffing. He's obviously irritated at having to ask something that he feels beneath him]

Is there anything useful to do that doesn't involve heavy labour? I'll even take recommendations for books that won't bore me to sleep if there's nothing to be done. Or Mina, have you found any herbs that'll speed up bone healing since we've spoken?

[He very much doubts that the answer will be 'Yes', but it never hurts to ask.]

Comments

[primogen_vampirate]

I know of only one way to speed the healing process. And you won't like it.

[burnburnburn]

[His face drops]

Does it involve needles?

[primogen_vampirate]

No.

[burnburnburn]

Then what does it involve?

[primogen_vampirate]

Drinking Kindred blood.

[burnburnburn]

[He makes a small face at that, but doesn't dismiss the idea]

Are you talking sips or bowls full?

[primogen_vampirate]

Let's say a pint, to start out with.

[burnburnburn]

Can it be cooked into a morcela sausage?

[primogen_vampirate]

No. Raw and almost directly from the source.

[burnburnburn]

[That's definitely a bit of a nauseating thought, but he's imagining it hard and weighing it up]

If that what it takes...

Are you offering, or is there someone else I need to subdue?

[primogen_vampirate]

I am the resident Kindred. Underfeed, but proud.

[burnburnburn]

And what do want in return?

[He's suspicious. A whole pint of blood? It's too generous not to have a catch]

[primogen_vampirate]

Three pints. From you.

[burnburnburn]

[He almost tells her where to stick her offer, but bites it back, barely. His eyes dart as he works this out]

All at once? How are you taking it?

[primogen_vampirate]

Any way you wish to donate it.

[burnburnburn]

[He taps his fingers on his cheek as he thinks for a second before looking at the camera again, face set]

Those beer glasses in the bar are 'pints', aren't they? I'm going to fetch one to get a proper measure, but if they're as big as I think they are you'll get half now and half later.

[primogen_vampirate]

A healthy human being can stand to lose three pints without medical attention.

Believe me, I'm an expert.

[burnburnburn]

It's survivable, but I'll be left weak for days. Who knows, your magic might not even work on people from other planets. Half now for the effort, half after when it succeeds should be fair.

[primogen_vampirate]

I'll consider it.

[burnburnburn]

Let me know when you've made up your mind. I'm off to the bar to get one of those glasses.

[primogen_vampirate]

Very well.