First Symptom (Backdated to like... the 13th of Feb or something SOB)
[Welcome to your new place, hm? This is not exactly the morning wakeup he expected. He certainly hadn't gone to bed with a partner, and certainly not a female partner. And, on top of that... this was definitely not his lavish bed, or his dark room... how peculiar.
A quick exploration reveals the reason - indeed, this is a house not at all like his office in Koorong. There's no noise outside, and it certainly isn't dark or rainy... and the pictures on the walls, and the mantel when he heads downstairs, are telling enough. How he arrived here is... unimportant, right now. It's replaced by a feeling of excitement he's not felt in many a year, and in spite of himself, a grin spreads across his face. A new place, with new people... of course, he can feel the differences in himself, too. Like being in a dream, where his body is reduced to human again...]
A. [At any rate, he's quick to leave the sanctity of his home at 1228 Taylor Rd. and explore the surroundings. Not even the sound of a single monster? A little bit of a disappointment, but he's quickly over that, as well. The snow crunching beneath his feet makes him, for the moment, glad he'd grabbed a jacket - yes, his body is definitely human again. Introduce him to the town?]
B. [Later that evening, he'll have realized (either on his own or with the help of someone else trapped here) that the phones are used rather regularly. Lucky for him, he also recalls how to use them - the antique things may have been just that in Koorong, but he lived through their periods of use. There's no sense in filtering this call, though, whether he knows how to do so (or that he should do so) or not.
His voice is smooth and slightly accented - though most people won't realize it's from not having his fangs to contend with.]
Good afternoon. It's quite a place we've come to reside in, don't you think? The atmosphere... it's almost saccharine in its perfection. It makes one want to dissect it and find out what's hiding beneath that sugary surface...
A quick exploration reveals the reason - indeed, this is a house not at all like his office in Koorong. There's no noise outside, and it certainly isn't dark or rainy... and the pictures on the walls, and the mantel when he heads downstairs, are telling enough. How he arrived here is... unimportant, right now. It's replaced by a feeling of excitement he's not felt in many a year, and in spite of himself, a grin spreads across his face. A new place, with new people... of course, he can feel the differences in himself, too. Like being in a dream, where his body is reduced to human again...]
A. [At any rate, he's quick to leave the sanctity of his home at 1228 Taylor Rd. and explore the surroundings. Not even the sound of a single monster? A little bit of a disappointment, but he's quickly over that, as well. The snow crunching beneath his feet makes him, for the moment, glad he'd grabbed a jacket - yes, his body is definitely human again. Introduce him to the town?]
B. [Later that evening, he'll have realized (either on his own or with the help of someone else trapped here) that the phones are used rather regularly. Lucky for him, he also recalls how to use them - the antique things may have been just that in Koorong, but he lived through their periods of use. There's no sense in filtering this call, though, whether he knows how to do so (or that he should do so) or not.
His voice is smooth and slightly accented - though most people won't realize it's from not having his fangs to contend with.]
Good afternoon. It's quite a place we've come to reside in, don't you think? The atmosphere... it's almost saccharine in its perfection. It makes one want to dissect it and find out what's hiding beneath that sugary surface...