1896/After Hours

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After Hours
Date of Scene: 29 May 2020
Location: The Wick
Synopsis: Mary/Mina visits the
Cast of Characters: Michael Morbius, Mary Bromfield




Michael Morbius has posed:
One can get used to almost anything, given time, experience, familiarity.
There is a certain rhythm and flow to this culture. There are some who craft stories, give hints to their existence to 'players' who use the Wick as their playground. College students, high-schoolers. Alcohol ONLY for the few old enough to drink and here often enough to be known. If not...that is what the juice of tomato and blood orange is for, depending on your tastes.

Morbius was approached a fortnight ago by these "storytellers" who asked him to play a role. Which was something of the role he was already playing to some others that frequented this place at night. He had never seen himself as an actor, but this occupied his mind in interesting ways...and after some of the failures of the recent days, the "Prince of New York" had a subtle appeal.
And no one was getting hurt by it...mostly. It depended on the type of hurt...and whether it was feared...or desired.

He found the corner booth too...flagrant in its presence. Too much like a throne. So, he had gravitated to one of the larger tables nears the back, and it was there that he "held court." Tonight, someone was enacting a centuries-old plot and there were these "childer" who would be seeking him out.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary wasn't exactly big on the World of Darkness scene, but she did have a familiarity with it. Not normally something she did, mind you, though when Morbius asked for her to meet him here, she decided to agree to it, out of curiosity more than anything else.

She was familiar with the genre enough to dress appropriately for it. A black dress, modest and shimmering in the erratic lighting of the place, the hemline descending to just above her knees. She's wearing black nylons, of course, along with combat boots (and probably socks in those boots since that plus nylons alone would be OUCH). Her hair is dyed a dark black, the normal brown bounce to her curls absent as the hair is slicked back. Lastly, black kohl has been stylishly applied to her eyes, giving her a very gothic (to her) appearance.

Maybe she's trying a bit too hard, but Morbius probably wouldn't have any trouble spotting her here...

Michael Morbius has posed:
The floor of the bar is a gothic organism of moving bodies, dark music (some group singing a decidedly-creepy version of "White Rabbit" (OOC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ZZHFVJOrUk )) and various outfits ranging from lace to leather to punk to steampunk.
Dr. Morbius has said it would be the table in the back, past the main floor. It is easy to see once one moves past the dancers.
It is a wide mahogany table, easily seating eight, but only four are there now. One was a suicide blonde in a PVC bodysuit, and two men (looking alike enough to be twins, flanking the man in the modern-looking white silk shirt, black suit, with black hair slicked back to reveal a telltale widow's peak. Three high-schoolers, rail-thin with a little too much pallor to be genuine, talked animatedly among themselves as they moved away from the table.

Michael spotted her at the same time the others did, the blonde standing to move towards her as the Twins flanked Morbius.
"You are new. Why are you here? Have you come to announce your presence to the Prince?"
"Morgana, I have indeed summoned her. She is an old...old...friend."
Morgana nods, then steps back as Morbius tells the Twins to give them some privacy.

Michael stands, then pulls out a chair next to his. "I...was not sure if you would come, Mary."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary smiles slightly, "Well, I //was// invited, no? Of course I would attend, to see what you've surrounded yourself with." She looks rather amused, sliding into the chair next to Morbius with a wry expression.

"I have to admit, this is... not quite what I expected." She drops out of her character for a second, giving Morbius a curious look, "Seems a bit... stereotypical, though?" Her smile grows at that, though her eyes do show some concern for the doctor.

Michael Morbius has posed:
Michael nods. "Decades of movies, TV shows, novels...even games. There is a game going on tonight. Something about one of the clans plotting a murder of a very old vampire elder. A bunch of young vampires have been thrown into the field...either to function as the hunters...or the bait." He smiles thoughtfully. "I am...surprised by myself. I never considered myself much of an actor, but this gives me a new outlet for my mind." He paused. "Should I refer to you as Mary, or would you like to take on a persona, as well? You are...quite lovely with black hair and this mode of dress."
He looks down to his hands. "...Forgive me if I overstep."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary chuckles, "No overstepping, I think. Though..." She gets a bit of a sly look, "Mina, then, will be what I go by here. An old friend of yours from the old country. I'm sure that will fit in with what they want to see, and what they might expect."

A bit of a laugh, though, "I just hope they don't ask to see my sheet, since //that// is not something I've prepared for. Normally I do roleplaying in dungeons and fight dragons. I think the dungeons this group has in mind are... decidedly different." With that, she blushes a bright red, brought out by the unusual pallor she has... a pale base used to accentuate her 'undeadness.'

Michael Morbius has posed:
Michael chuckles. "I have seen little 3x5 cards that they reference. Fits in a pocket or a purse. Must be very handy. It is, of course, very impolite to ask to see another's card."

He sits a little straighter in his chair. "Anyway...Mina...nice reference, by the way...it has been a relatively-quiet night. Most of the players have been through here, already. There are a few stragglers." He paused for a moment. "An old friend from the old country. A touch of Greece in your face. A mover-and-shaker in Athens, I am sure. How does it sound?"

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mary mmms, "I can work with that. As I said, I'm not //too// familiar with this game, but I know the general way it's played." She gets a bit of an amused look on her face, leaning in towards Morbius with an arched brow. "Sounds perfect, I can work with that. I think I can enjoy being Mina."

Michael Morbius has posed:
Michael nods. "There is one thing I must mention." He takes a slow breath.

"I have met at least one *actual* vampire. And she is *not* playing games. She seemed amused by this place, but I have never met an actual vampire, so I could not accurately discern her motives. But she is...odd." He looks around, then says, "She goes by the name of Blake."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mina blinks, "Odd? Well, aside from being a real vampire?" She looks curiously at Morbius, "What makes you say that, precisely?" Her head tilts a bit, as she waits for a reply, though she carefully watches the various players... in case some might not actually be playing.

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mina hmms, "Maybe as a way to reverse engineer a cure for yourself?" She arches a brow, "Though, I'm sure that actual vampires would be very paranoid about getting a blood sample taken from them." A bit of a wry look at that.

Michael Morbius has posed:
Michael frowned. "The functions of her body...I've love to get a full workup. At the very least, a blood sample...or whatever she uses as blood...would make for VERY interesting analysis."

He looks up as two women step forward, bowing. "Alicia...and this is Lucy. Listen...we were told to come to you..."
Michael nodded and looked imperious. "I am aware of those who have sent you. Ask your questions."
They both looked nervous. "Uhm...the clan who held the docks...what do you know of Sebastian?"
Michael looked thoughtful. "Oh, yes, Sebastian. Came from San Francisco. His clan has been...very SUSPICIOUS of late. Moving into Midtown. Especially the Financial District. He has a lot of money in the Richards Investment Capital business. It might behoove you to look there." He checked his watch. "Tempus fugit, Alicia and Lucy."
They looked to each other and nodded, moving away quickly.

Michael smirked to Mary. "I suppose we can forgive the young for the momentary lack of manners."

Mary Bromfield has posed:
Mina looks rather amused, leaning back against Morbius as she rests a hand on his shoulder, seeming to be nothing more than a proper ornamentation for the Prince to any casual observer. She chuckles, "Indeed. They'll learn, I suppose, in time. Assuming that they have any." A grim observation, but probably fair for this game and setting.

Then she grins wryly at Michael, "Okay, I admit, I think I could get used to this..."