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Jesse has always liked to travel - and since she's been a vampire, that hasn't always meant first class planes, although Maharet is fond of night flights. This world, though - there's not much to do, besides explore. She's still hoping that she'll find someone who can explain what's going on, although it's looking less and less likely.
She's also thirsty, again, which is odd. Although perhaps it does make sense - she isn't drawing off her connection to Mekare, perhaps, to sustain herself. So she needs to feed. Eventually. She can go a while, not that she'd pass up an opportunity if one presented itself to her.
This evening, she's in Toronto, because. .. well. There is no because. More of a 'why not'.
She's standing by the ruins of the Centrepoint mall, being bizarrely disappointed that it's gone, because she remembers having lunch at a really cute Greek restaurant there once. She couldn't eat even if it was still there, but it's still annoying. Oh well.
She's also thirsty, again, which is odd. Although perhaps it does make sense - she isn't drawing off her connection to Mekare, perhaps, to sustain herself. So she needs to feed. Eventually. She can go a while, not that she'd pass up an opportunity if one presented itself to her.
This evening, she's in Toronto, because. .. well. There is no because. More of a 'why not'.
She's standing by the ruins of the Centrepoint mall, being bizarrely disappointed that it's gone, because she remembers having lunch at a really cute Greek restaurant there once. She couldn't eat even if it was still there, but it's still annoying. Oh well.