EVENT LOG

[simonsimmon]

Characters: EVERYONE!
Setting/Location: On the caravan, in the dining hall!
Date & Time: Forward-dated to the evening of Day 30!
Warnings: none so far? But maybe with the effects of the event.......
Summary: Simon throws an innocent dinner for the passengers of the caravan. What could happen, right? Tags can be action or prose. Feel free to have

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[more open than a 7-11]

[yousuckbill]

[ In walks a dirt-covered girl, looking somewhat annoyed. While she's glad that whoever or whatever it was that dropped her into this new place decided to be courteous enough to plant her underground so she wouldn't burn to a crisp in the sun, she's not so glad to be away from home. Even if home is boring as hell.

But hey! Maybe she can get some more info by mingling. Or she can just mingle, period. As long as no one minds the dirt, that is. ]

[toothdoctor]

[ The dirt's kind of an attention magnet, mostly because people who walk around covered in it are usually in need of a little help, whether it be with personal hygiene or with disposing of a dead body. As it is, Carl, taking advantage of the fact that he doesn't feel like fainting (YET), leaves his place at the table to come over and make a few inquiries. ]

Hey there - take a wrong turn getting to the showers?

[ ... Hopefully this isn't some kind of natural therapy thing. ]

[yousuckbill]

[ Some smart reply is right on her tongue as she looks up to him, but she stops mid-word. Whoa. He's looking like a fresh pool of blood right about now. Warm and inviting!

All of a sudden, she's trying to straighten out her hair, but that's not going so well. ] S-Sorry. Yeah. Kinda. Couldn't find 'em. Do I--do I look real bad?

[toothdoctor]

[ While generally warm and inviting, he is unfortunately not for drinking.

Although, really, this is negotiable. ]

Don't worry; I've seen worse. 'Sides, it's not important. Sit down, grab a bite to eat.

[yousuckbill]

[ Oh, man. Dirt clods are so unattractive. But dammit, she's gonna look pretty for him! ]

'M not hungry. Uh, did I tell you my name? I'm Jessica. Jessica H-Hamby. And...and... [ She stares down at the floor. He's so dazzled her. ] Maybe you could show me 'round?

[toothdoctor]

Carl Howell. Pleased to meet you, Jessica. [ He offers her his hand to shake, in addition to a quick smile. ] I don't know how much I could really show you; I'm pretty new here, myself.

[yousuckbill]

Nice meetin' you, too. [ She takes his hand and shakes. Wait, WTF OW. Is he like a male version of Storm? Or was that her? Crap, it was probably her. How embarrassing! She flushes, which just looks a hot mess with all the paleness. ]

F-Fuck! I'm sorry! I-I-I don't even know how that happened! You okay? You gotta be! Oh, please, I ain't tryin' to kill nobody!

[toothdoctor]

[ He shakes his hand a little as if it'd explain the shock, his first reaction a slightly incredulous laugh. ]

I'm sure it was just static - it happens all the time.

[yousuckbill]

Y-Yeah? Y'think so? [ Relieved grin. ] Okay.

So, uh. You're lookin' mighty tasty. I-I mean, you're, like...you're lookin' good for an old guy. This guy I know? Got nothin' on you, and he's older'n dirt.

[ She sniffles a little. Hrm. That's weird. When her hand comes back red after rubbing her nose, it goes from weird to freaky in a second. ] What the--that's not s'posed to happen at night! O-Oh God, pl-please don't look!

[toothdoctor]

[ He's about the brush off the compliment when he notices that she's bleeding. Following an initial moment of shock, he is once more well-collected, grabbing a few napkins from the table and offering them up while trying not to look at her, as per her request. ]

Don't worry about it too much. It's been happening to me, too, ever since I got here.

[yousuckbill]

[ In her usual tones: ] For real? The fuck is up with this place?

[ Frowning, she puts the the napkins up against her nose, feeling shy again. Really, what the fuck is up with this place? ] S-Sorry. Thanks. You're awful kind.

[ She watches him dreamily, taking in his scent as well as she can. Despite all the unsightly bleeding, she can't get over how good he smells. Like, freakin' good. So good, in fact, that her fangs pop on out. Oh, Lordy. Hopefully her hand blocked that. Time to talk with her mouth closed! Of course, now she sounds really muffled and lispy. ]

Stho. Bwere oo brom?

[toothdoctor]

Hey, it's no problem at all.

[ It takes him a couple of moments to be able to decipher what she's saying. He doesn't ascribe too much significance to her behavior since the malady seems to be going around, although he has noticed that his symptoms basically only flare up when he's around Emma, and and and give him a second to come back to earth. ]

Lima, Ohio. You?

[yousuckbill]

Coo'. Coo'. R-Remibes mwee ob da bean.

[ Again, she frowns. This ain't working. She decides to talk normally, hoping he'll be ~*dazzled*~ by her fangy nature and not freaked out. ]

I'm from Bon Temps. In Louisiana. [ Sheepish and short-lived laugh. ] Pretty far from your place, I guess? Well, okay, duh, yeah, it is. But, uh, but...that sounds nice.

[toothdoctor]

[ He pauses for a moment, but honestly, he's seen weirder things in peoples' mouths. ]

Lima ain't bad. Bon Temps is a better name for a place, though. Bean varieties can't really compete. [ HA HA HA. Well, okay, he isn't laughing. ]

Anyway, everyone's pretty far from home.

[yousuckbill]

[ She looks hopeful. He didn't run! Of course, he might just think they're some freaky fake fangs, so... Eh, well, it's something. ]

It's pretty borin' down there. When people aren't dyin', anyhow. I-It's, uh, it's been kinda better lately, since that weird woman left. Actually, maybe it ain't too good right now. Somethin's always happenin', I swear.

[ Pause. Abort, abort! She's making herself look bad somehow! And she's also feeling strangely warm, but still, ABORT! She blurts the first thing that comes to mind. ]

My-my-my fangs are real! Totally!