[Visual] EVERYONE I HAVE AN ANNOUNCEMENT TO MAKE [also location: birdhouse]

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For a moment the screen is at a crazy angle, and fingers smeared with blood scrabble over the glass, leaving red messy trails on the broadcast

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"I wish those of you who know all this stuff would tell those of us who don't before we need it to defend our goddamn lives," Paul says, but he can't muster any actual anger to his tone, he just sounds tired. At the moment he doesn't know he's talking to one of the very vampires he's so paranoid about.

"It got her to stop biting me. If she comes back, I either try another bottle or I die, I fucking guess."

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"Good to know," Paul rasps. "Mental note, grab a tranq gun. Who am I talking to?"

He could figure it out using the tablet, but that seems like an awful lot of work right in this moment. Plus, Paul's a fan of introductions-- people say a lot about themselves when they explain who they are.

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Angel. Double-whammy there, bringing back both some of the first advice he'd gotten about vampires-- from Tara, quiet Tara who's gone now, but had patiently sat through eighty-thousand questions about magic and vampires....

That's one memory. The other's Dawn. Dawn before she was.... before, Dawn making a scared-but-brusque transmission, saying stay inside, stay safe, warning people.

He's talking to another one.

At the moment Paul's in no mood to be rational about it, no mood to be able to say good or evil, glitched or not-- the only word that matters to him right now is vampire.

"....nothing personal, buddy, but at the moment I'm not really sure I want to be talking to you."

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"Very understanding of you."

Don't hyperventilate, Paul, you've already given into embarrassing panic in front of one vampire.

"Maybe I'll ask you more questions when I feel a little less bleeding-from-the-neck. Until then, huh?"