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[primogen_vampirate]

[Following her chat with the strange Americans, Mina starts to make the rounds, circling the larger bulk of the people and heading toward the perimeter.]

Everyone move inside. We cannot stay outdoors. Head toward the shelters. Speak with the gentleman in the Star-Spangled unitard. Everything is going to be all right.

[She doesn't know that, of course, but she needs to present herself as authoritative. Of course, she's beginning to think it's a bit hard to take her seriously, dressed as she is in a three piece suit, black pinstriped with a purple button-down underneath the jacket, and a fedora. There's a ring on each of her fingers, each one more garish and sparkling than the last, and there's also an earring in her right ear. She's tall, with short, boyish brown hair and greenish-blue eyes. And, of course, she's still glowing like moonlight.]

Everyone please move inside.

[Her fingers brush against the pistol in her pocket, but she isn't drawing it. Yet.]

[goodluckkobra]

Can I talk to someone less patriotic-looking?

[Not that he's really going to listen to anyone unless he wants to, but that guy looks ridiculous and, yes, Kobra understands the irony in that. He just doesn't care. He looks totally awesome, anyway.]

And why are we going inside, again? 'Cause I don't think we have to worry about any sandstorms here, right?

[primogen_vampirate]

[Mina gives him an arched look.]

We're going inside because we've all been kidnapped and, at present, are completely exposed to any sort of ranged attack.

[Clearly, this man is an idiot.]

Unless you'd like to stay out here and be picked off like pigeons.

[goodluckkobra]

[He squints a little, trying to think about that and... nope, it doesn't make sense.]

Why would they kidnap us and then pick us off with ranged weapons? Oh! Are they hunting... The Most Dangerous Game?

[He says it in about the silliest voice he can manage.]

Seriously, lady, whoever brought us here has a fucking time travel machine, because we're all from different times, so I don't think going inside is really going to do much. What year are you from, anyway?

[primogen_vampirate]

[She sighs irritably.]

1932. And while your theory may be valid, I would hate to have to test it out the hard way. But I'm not going to force you to go inside if you don't want.

[She could. But it's just not worth her time.]

As to the kidnappers, their ability to travel through time would not surprise me. I have a theory about who it might be.

[goodluckkobra]

Right, well, I'm from 2019 and we don't even have time travel there yet and Daneel says they don't have it in the year eleventy billion, either.

[It's a big number. He just doesn't remember what it is.]

But you have time travel in 1932?

[He's not convinced.]

[primogen_vampirate]

It's a bit too complicated to explain at the moment. Especially considering who or what might be out there.

[Honestly, does this look like the time to chat? What is this man?]

I don't suppose you have any training?

[goodluckkobra]

[It looks like a really nice time to chat if you've been living in the desert and eating dog food, but Kobra totally gets that most of these people don't cream themselves over trees and water the way he is. He remembers when the world still looked like this.]

My gun's gone, but I know aikido. [Right, 1932.] It's a martial art.

[He grins. He knows that he's not much to look at. No one ever thinks he can fight, because he looks like they can snap him in half and they probably can. It's why he knows a fighting style that uses his opponent's power and momentum against them rather than his own.]

[primogen_vampirate]

Martial art. It might be useful. At least with controlling anyone who gets out of hand.

Do you have any military experience?

[goodluckkobra]

'M more of a Rebel Alliance sort of guy, actually. I have police-fighting experience, though. It's like military experience, but smaller and in reverse.

[Okay, so he's pretty much a terrorist by the standards of most other time periods? No big deal.]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Ah, she's good with ragtag combinations of people. No matter.]

Think you can work some crowd control? Some people are likely to start panicking.

[goodluckkobra]

Sure. No problem.

[This is a terrible idea. He really is more of a shoot and run kind of guy and he's died more times than he can count, but it's not like anyone else here seems to know what's going on, anyway.]

My name's Kobra, by the way. Kobra Kid.

[primogen_vampirate]

[What the hell kind of name is that? He isn't Kindred. Mina can't sense his predator's taint. So he's just...quirky then. Well, no matter. If he can follow bloody orders, at least he's good for something.]

Doctor Barrett. Doctor Mina Barrett.

[goodluckkobra]

[Kobra isn't so much following orders as agreeing with what she's telling him to do, but she can figure that out later.]

Nice to meet you, Doc. If anyone starts panicking or whatever, I'll totally... control it. [He shrugs.]

[primogen_vampirate]

Do try to control it without dismembering anyone, dear.

Damn place needs a chain of command.

[Oh, she rolls her eyes ever so much.]

[goodluckkobra]

[He grins. Good luck with that chain of command.]

I'll do my best.

[primogen_vampirate]

[Mina heads off into the crowd, holding her pistol in her pocket as she barks orders to people to go inside. The damn Baron is clearly behind this.

And these people are all probably going to die.

Pity.]