[VOICE]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Mina is intensely angry and unhappy. And she's making little attempt to keep that fact unknown. It's more or less radiating out of every syllable.]

I don't suppose any of you mechanically-minded individuals can salvage my kitchen appliances out of that disaster?

Not that it matters much, but if people keep showing up at this rate, eventually someone is going to be forced to live with me. I would rather they could probably heat and cook their own food than resort to eating me.

[Locked to Bruce]

How are the medical supplies holding up? I have a small stockpile, if you need something.

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[primogen_vampirate]

In the evening would be fine.

In case you missed the parade, I am a vampire.

[She's almost disappointed she didn't get a parade.]

[violenthearted]

I'm a mutant. We all have crosses to bear.

[ The last is ironic on every level possible. ]

[primogen_vampirate]

[Well. Isn't he fun?]

Oh, no, dear. I'm a lifelong pagan.

[violenthearted]

And I'm one of God's Chosen people. [ Which of course has won him many prizes in life. ] So it's just as well I don't consider my mutation a burden.

[ This has been an unexpectedly fascinating conversation; Erik is pleased. Especially since he tends to expect days here to alternate between staving off boredom and 'what fresh hell is this.' ]

Tomorrow, then. Sans cross.

[primogen_vampirate]

I'll look forward to it.