cape_kore | Video || Day 77

[Welcome to the semi-smiling visage of Riley, Kore.]

Hey. It's me, obviously. Um, I was just thinking since there's new people arriving here and I know I haven't actually gotten to meet about half of the people currently here, maybe we could have a sort of... bake out?

I'm planning on going fishing today, so I could plan to grab enough for anyone wanting to come. I'd really like to see who's here that's willing to try to get together to figure out what exactly is going on and what we intend to do about it. We might be stuck here, but there's no reason we have to be secluded while we are.

[Except for hunters. ~~Dean, this means you.~~]

I just think we might want to start acting a little more like we're all stuck here together instead of having ulterior motives or ones that, you know, completely screw with people when they go and do things by themselves.

[This might be directed at the Doctor and anyone involved with the event that had her freaking out like any animal during an earthquake/natural disaster. She was very not happy with you.]

It may be ridiculous to ask, but, hey, why not, right? If anyone wants to come, please do. If not, that's just more fish for me.

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I'm loathe to decline a lady's invitation, but I must confess a certain disinclination toward large gatherings.

[ You know, because of his condition. Where he eats people. ]

Yeah? Well maybe I'll bring some of it up to you later, if anyone shows up at all.

[The 'lady' made her grin widen and she ducked her head to hide it.]

[ She is a lady! Hal will hear no arguments on the subject. ]

I don't, ah--calorie consumption isn't--well, it's not a necessity for me, per se.

[ A beat, wherein Hal suffers an epiphany much like another person would experience a blow to the skull. ]

Unless I could convince you to stay for dinner. I do find comfort in the ritual.

[ Is this more silence? Is it even more awkward now? ]

Although if you're proposing a gathering one assumes you'll have eaten already, that is--forget I said anything.

No, no. I'd be okay with coming up. I usually have a pretty healthy appetite.

[Thanks to a super heightened metabolism, she could eat two to three times as much as an average girl her size, more when she needed to heal after too many shifts.]

Besides, it's not like I'm going to just leave you up there all by yourself, right? No brooding allowed.

No brooding, you say. I'm trapped in some unholy version of a fishbowl with dozens of innocent people who wouldn't so much as have time to blink if I turned on them, the world I left behind trembles on the verge of a vampiric apocalypse determined by the fate of an infant, and I can't seem to tune into Radio 4 anywhere.

You'll pardon me if I've chosen brooding as an alternative to the nearest patch of sunlight.

[ Not that sunlight ...works. On Hal. ] Besides, it's not brooding, it's--musing.

Musing has positive side effects like art, stories, or music. Unless you write out a composition entailing the life story of two orphan children from France set on a Starry Night backdrop, you're not musing, you're brooding.

[Put that in your pipe and smoke it, Hal.]

As for the rest of it, we've all got people we're worried about, Hal. But we can't let that define our actions here.

I'll have you know I have filled volumes with poetry and painted enough pictures to decimate an entire forest.

[ A tiny voice in his head that sounds strangely like Tom's belatedly informs him that he is, once again, being rude. The wind lets ...slowly out of the sails of his ranting. ]

My apologies. I'm simply not--I don't do with change. It's impossible for me. The smallest of errors could prove catastrophic.

Are you doing that now? Because what I see is a broody manpire in a dusty attic moping about how he's not home. None of us are home and none of us like it. So I'm coming over tomorrow and bringing you fish and you're going to eat it with me like a non-broody person. You might even smile.

Smiling won't end your world, and you may even like it.

Manpire.

[ Manpire, Riley? He doesn't even. ...but he kind of snorts, it's like laughing? In. Some way. ]

Believe me, I am as glad as anyone might be to have given my world's problems a miss. They were unsolvable anyway. It isn't my present location that troubles me, it's that I don't--I've never done well on my own. Willpower and routine are the only ways I know to stay safe, but at the end of the day I might as well be putting a plaster on a punctured jugular. I don't know how to be with other people and yet I can't be alone, it's--

You see my dilemma. It's not home I miss. It's my friends.

You can have friends here, Hal. You're not alone.

[Don't you see what she's offering, Hal? She can be your friend.]

This is my first time being away from my family. It's scary and it's new, but I can't hide under my bed and hope that it just goes away. That won't fix anything.

[ As is not uncommon for Hal, given the things that often come out of his mouth, he suddenly experiences the conviction that a person much younger has somehow demonstrated being much, much smarter than he is. ]

I'm not entirely certain hiding under my bed wouldn't be the best solution.

[ No okay, he is joking now, if not feebly. He takes a breath, which sounds over the audio like he has been holding it for hours. This is not all that inaccurate. ]

But I don't suppose I can truly claim to be alone when a beautiful woman is offering to bring me dinner.

[ Things Hal would never, ever have managed to get out of his mouth if Riley had Non-Horrific-Death-Blood: that. He used to be charming. ]

Flattery won't make me not kick your ass if you're being a broody bastard. But it's appreciated.

[He can probably tell by the smile she's beaming at him.]

You can expect me there with fish for two and, do you drink? Like, booze? I'm stopping by the bar to pick up something for another friend, so I can see what they have.

I've been known to imbibe a pint on occasion. [ A beat, followed by thickly iced Eastern European accent: ] But I never drink ...wine.

[ He is so proud of himself. ]

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[Really, Hal? Really? She just rolled her eyes, grinning.]

Then I won't bring wine, Vlad. I'll be there after I know everyone's gotten something to eat and if any relevant information's passed on. With a pint.

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