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[screams_trouble]

Danica is not happy.

She's been lurking around the apartments, trying to pick up bits of information here and there, but that's, well, boring.

For now, she's just sitting inside, legs curled beneath her, stilettos tossed aside. Stupid shoes.

She wants blood. Or a cigarette. Badly.

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[dead_comrade]

Krauser is coming down the hallway, being himself. Which, among many other qualities, is 'inedible to vampires.' The shoes get a look.

"You know, I think we've got spares in 202."

She may not want shoes, but it's about all he can provide. And then she gets something else: a grim, slightly startled look.

[screams_trouble]

Danica glances up at him.

"Hey." Her voice is a litle raspy. "You know where I can get a cigarette or something? I'm dying here."

[dead_comrade]

"The ones that were here are mostly gone stale or fallen apart." He digs in a pocket for a moment and tosses her a small packet. "You could try those."

He picked up nicotene patches for HUNK. Professional concession. Sure, the guy could be trying to kill him soon. But there was no reason to leave him to withdrawal.

And then he just looks at her for a moment, thoughtful.

[screams_trouble]

"Right." She scowls, looking down at the package. "Better than nothing."

And then she glances back up at him. "What?"

[dead_comrade]

He shrugs. "Whatever holds off withdrawal." He leans back against the wall and answers her bluntness with equal measure. "You know, I wouldn't be pushing, but I can't say fangs are often a sign of a vegetarian. So, what are you?"

[screams_trouble]

"God, maybe I do need that stupid sign after all."

She sighs and answers in a mock cheerful tone. "Hi, my name's Danica and I'm a vampire. What are you?"

[dead_comrade]

"Yeah, sign might help." He pauses. "You don't smell like them. Not dead. So what is it? And the real question. You're not planning on killing anyone here, are you?

"Depends on who you ask." Soldier? Not so much. Weapon? Yes. Monster? Well, according to some of the popular definitions around here. . . absolutely. He deals!

[screams_trouble]

"No, I'm not dead. It's a virus." She huffs out another sigh. "I still need blood, of course, and I don't need to kill people to get it."

"...but I will if I have to. I'm not dying here."

[dead_comrade]

"Oh." He thinks. "Contagion rate?

"That's exactly what's going to happen if you kill any of us." He shrugs. "Me, if I find out about it first. Someone else if I don't."

[screams_trouble]

"Well, then I guess I can be expecting donors to line up." Danica just gives him a look.

"Let's just say if I bite you, there's a damn good chance you'll get it. Drink my blood? You'll get it. Exchange of bodily fluids and all that fun stuff."

[dead_comrade]

"Shoot the messenger." Krauser shrugs. "What, you want me to be happy about someone just walking in and slaughtering the people we've kept Harth from taking? Have you asked for donors?"

[screams_trouble]

"Not yet, but I figure it'll go over about as well as it would at home."

She looks up at him curiously. "Harth this other vampire I've heard about?"

[dead_comrade]

"Well, you might start by asking the doctor. How long can you go hungry without losing it?"

Krauser looks a little tired. "You're going to hang around here for a bit, then suddenly go traitor and defect to his side? It's been done."

[screams_trouble]

"It's already been about a week, so not much longer."

Eyes are rolled at his suggestion.

"I've already taken over one society. Like hell I'm going through that shit again."

[dead_comrade]

"And you just go straight to uncontrollable?" Krauser thinks. He's been holding on by a. eating enough to keep himself and the plaga alive, if not happy, and b. willpower. Pity if that's not an option for her. "What's the minimum you need to hold it together for another week?"

He nods. Great, another dictator type. Still. . . she could be useful, if she's not about to run off and help Harth.

[screams_trouble]

Danica snaps her fingers. "Yeah, just like that. Zero to uncontrollable in sixty seconds."

"Look, I don't know. I've never had to go without before. There were always familiars around desperate to keep us happy. But I'm not about to go on a rampage. Yet."