8335/Vampires Anonymous

Vampires Anonymous
Date of Scene:	20 October 2021
Location:	Location
Synopsis:	No description
Cast of Characters:	Lydia Dietrich, Joan Wright, Rahne Sinclair, Victor Stone

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Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Every first of the month, a group of vampires across the tri city area congregate to the basement of the Gertrude Ederie recreation center for Vampires Anonymous, a support group for vampires living in the modern age. 'What basement?' you might ask. 'The rec center doesn't have one!' you might say. True, for mortal eyes the basement is absent but for anybody with an invitation they'll find the door open.

Present, as always, is the facilitator, Emmett. A large man who looks like he's in his fifties with sandy blonde hair that's going grey and a friendly beard. Nobody's really sure how long he's been doing this but he's been there for as long as anybody can remember.

Also here are some of the regulars. There's Billy, the punk anarchist who looks like he walked straight out of the 70s London punk scene. He's here for the lolz, or so he says. Natasha, an older vampire who spent the last 150 years or so in torpor dresses like 17th century Romanian nobility never went out of style, is here to try to catch up with technology. Angel, a tween who's been a tween for the past 300 years is a bloodthirsty monster who's here at the behest of the Elders to learn how to be subtle or else they'd dust her. Lastly there's Bartok. He's a wolf. He comes as a wolf, doesn't say anything and then just leaves. Nobody knows what his name really is but he seems to answer to Bartok.

Lastly, a new face is here. Lydia, a newly minted mutant vampire came mostly for curiosity's sake, but hopeful that she might come away with advice on how to deal with the predatory instincts that has made life difficult. She's dressed conservatively, with a grey woolen skirt, cream colored button up blouse, and a ruddy brown cardigan. As always she's surrounded by her ectoplasm which since her death has manifested in ash black flakes that float around her.

"Good evening, everybody," Emmett says. "Its good to see everybody today. Looks like we've got some new faces, so why don't everybody introduce each other? I'll start us off. My name is Emmett, and I'll be your facilitator today. You don't have to use your real names if you don't want to, and you don't have to speak. It's okay to just stay and listen. Don't interrupt anybody while they're speaking, I'll make sure you'll have a chance to speak in due time. Other than that, let's go 'round the room."

Joan Wright has posed:
In what could be considered conveniently annoying circumstances, the man in this seat appears to have developed a bit of a widow's peak to his hairline and some extremely pointed eyebrows. The black hair has been grown long and is seemingly combed in a manner to try and hide the fact but the way the hair is growing will just have none of that. Everytime he tries shifting his hair over to cover it up, there's just the gradual process of the hair, slowly sliding the other direction to reveal said peak again.

One would think that the odd tint to his skin would make him a bit more self concious but perhaps there is some freedom in not having any illusion of control over a situation. He glances down with the slightest of frowns before he sighs. Looking up.

"I'm Charlie. I've been a vampire for... Well, I've lost track. I think it was in the 70s. Uh, elephant in the room, I had a bit of cyanosis when I got turned so... Yeah. That's why my skin's blue."

Rahne Sinclair has posed:
A late arrival snaps the door closed behind them, and Bartok's nostrils would widen at its scent. The slight reek of filth and an unwashed body is noticeable, and with the group's sense of smell so acute, even more so. A garbage bag over its head protects it from the rain outside, and from prying eyes.

"Gum," it says nonsensically, then it settles to one side, peeling layers of its disguise from itself. "Nyang gum." It reaches into its mouth and pulls out a set of fake teeth, filthy and likely stolen.

Then it smiles, and straightens up. Slightly. It appears to be female, and possibly insane. But the eyes shine red, and the skin is the color of granite. Fangs glitter, hidden beneath the fake teeth.

"Centi, sister Centi," the female vampire says. Then it smiles, and there's no humanity in it.

Victor Stone has posed:
    In any group of vampires that lasts long enough and gets large enough, you're going to have the vampires that wind up copying popular culture, whether on purpose or on accident. Ariel de Allard may or may not actually be French but he certainly /affects/ being French, with curly blonde hair and pale pale skin and clothing that looks like he stole it from the set of Interview with the Vampire. A Lestat clone, obviously, though surely he'd claim Lestat was based on /him/.

    He turns to peer at the newcomer and wrinkles his nose, then states in a truly ridiculous accent, "I am Ariel, and I've been a vampire since, oh... it's been a few hundred years. I just moved to New York and I thought I'd meet the locals."

Lydia Dietrich has posed:
Lydia looks uncertainly at the motley collection of vampires that she has somehow found herself in the company of. When it's her turn she fiddles nervously with an end of her cardigan and says, "Hello. I'm Lydia. I've been a vampire for all of a month."

"Oi," says Billy with a thick lower class Londoner accent. "Got ourselves a stakey here. We call 'em stakeys 'cause most vampires get themselves staked in the first year of their unlife."

"Only /you/ call them stakeys," Angel says with a sneer. "Dipshit."

Billy's only response is to give her the finger and a huge shit-eating grin.

Joan Wright has posed:
Charlie gives small nods of greeting to each of the vampires as they make their introduction but for the most part remains quiet, waiting for Emmett to kick things off. To the entrance of the trash ladden vampiress, the blue skinned one arches an ey- Oh. It's always like that. Nevermind.