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[talldarksaviour]

WHO: Damon and YOU! (Open for anyone I plotted a meet up with - Ana, Elle, Severen... as well as anyone who wants to run into him for the LULZ)
WHAT: Day in the life style randomness
WHERE: All over port
WHEN: Saturday night
NOTES: SORRY FOR THE NEMO SPAM, this is the last one for today.

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Early evening

[rass_bestie]

[Omega glared at a passing Dalek as he waited for Adric to reappear. He hated the multiverse. He spotted Damon and his glare turned into bewilderment.] Are you supposed to be a… [this was a Doctor memory but one he didn't take particular note of.] glam rocker?

costumed up or not??

[talldarksaviour]

... Yes. [Damon replied. completely deadpan.] That is what I'm supposed to be.

You?

Oh, God, no.

[rass_bestie]

[He quirked an eyebrow at that, but aside from 'victim of a tragic glitter accident' he really had no idea. Which made him very curious indeed. His response is wry, he managed to convince Adric to let him shop in a place where normal clothes could be found and bought those instead.] Human. Though the local Daleks insist that I'm the Doctor. Just my luck.

LOL

[talldarksaviour]

Hilarious. [Damon sent a humourless grin his way.] Unfortunately I wasn't able to persuade my warden to let me take the easy way out. [He's not going to go into how this whole thing was sort of his fault. Stupid witches.]

Why are you lurking? [He raised an eyebrow in return.]

I HAVE A HEADACHE, SO ENJOY A SHITTY TAG

[getlostforever]

Neil's about to go trolling a bar for johns, because thank god he can get the fuck off the Barge and enjoy a little bit of variety in a place that isn't full of fucked up aliens or ghosts or torch-wielding hicks. Plus? He figures whatever cash he makes, he can get some quality shit to replenish his rapidly dwindling supply of recreational drugs.

His mind's set on this task as he goes scoping out for the right places to be, then he stops in his tracks as a familiar figure from the Barge is coming up the opposite way. He makes a perplexed face, then moves forward to get a better look, finally letting out a joyful laugh as he realizes it's Damon, the vampire dude he used to share a shift with, covered in glitter.

"What're you supposed to be?" he asks, stopping to lean his back against a building as he snickers uncontrollably. "A fuckin' disco ball?"

Yes, Damon, everybody with this face is a prick.

Joy!

[talldarksaviour]

Oh screw this, it's bad enough being Edward Cullen, but when no one you meet even knows Edward Cullen? Seriously, what's the point?

It does take him a second to place the man, not really from confusion, more from Rex having first dibs on that face. And so, it's with Rex in mind that he advances forward, trying for the intimidating look despite looking like a unicorn sicked up glitter all over his face.

"Let's just say this." And he vamps out. "Gets to be part of my costume." And he gives Neil a grin full of fangs.

[getlostforever]

It's a valiant effort, Damon, but the intimidation doesn't really work when you look so fabulous. Neil just holds his ground, smirking in amusement at the advancing vampire.

Still, when the fangs come out, he flinches momentarily, then fixes Damon with a brief, irked look. He doesn't really like being surprised like that. Despite that, he gets over it pretty quickly, since he's somewhat used to vampires now after having spent two days stuck with that creepy European one who gave him a bottle of wine in exchange for blood.

"So you're a vampire from space?" He cocks his head, that teasing smile back on his lips. "Here to abduct Earth women?"

[talldarksaviour]

He rolled his eyes, and let his face change back to human. Clearly he had underestimated the power of glitter to take the bite from his... bite. He glanced around to double check they hadn't been noticed, before looking back to Neil.

"It's a book. If you'd heard of it, you'd get the reference. Clearly you're before it's time." He gave Neil a look. "Trust me, you're better off." He doesn't know why he sat through that entire movie. Caroline must have put something in her blood.

"Who are you supposed to be?" He asked, raking his gaze over the other man. Not another person who escaped the costume-hell. Seriously, this was so unfair.

Evening.

[no_nanomites]

Ana was firmly intending on avoiding Damon. The problem was that as it got darker, the crowds in the town seemed to become more thick and swarming around them. The ornate costume that Ana had picked out in an attempt to try and remove herself from how bad she was feeling suddenly felt more like a curse than a gift, and it was heavy around her. She was wearing green and dressed as a southern belle complete with a hoop skirt. Somewhere she'd traded in the overly done parasol for a fan, and she was wearing a heavy shawl against the cold. God damn New England weather.

More importantly, however, Ana was wearing an ornate green mask that covered most of her face but her eyes and her lips. She didn't want to run into anyone she knew; Ana just wanted to keep moving, and keep walking like a shark.

Re: Evening. - this ok?

[talldarksaviour]

Unfortunately walking like a shark doesn't work when one of your embroidered tassels gets caught on a round grey button, belonging to an ugly grey coat, presently resting on the shoulders of a glittery old vampire.

There was a ripping sound and Damon turned in surprise, his expression quickly changing into a wince. "Sorry, I'm so sorry. It's this stupid..." He attempted to untangle the coat from the dress. "Stupid coat."

Evening. -Yep!

[no_nanomites]

She hadn't been paying attention, honestly, until there was a ripping sound. The sheer mass of the dress had disorientated her sense of space a bit, due to the volumes of petticoats that were below the silk skirt.

Turning quickly towards the familiar sound of that voice, Ana frowned. "What the hell are you supposed to be?" She knew that if she pulled, a large part of the dress might suddenly rip and she was fighting rather hard not to have it happen.

"Is that glitter?" She was keeping her voice low and her desire to punch him properly contained; Uhura would never let her out again if she got into it with Damon during this port.

Re: Evening.

[talldarksaviour]

Oh shit. He stopped pulling at the dress to look up at her face. It didn't help much, since the mask obscured her features almost entirely, but he knew the voice.

"Shuttup," he replied abruptly, turning back to the tangle. His fingers felt oddly cold and clumsy as he tried to unwind the thread and the button slipped from his grip.

"Be still, will you." He demanded, not looking up.

[you_run_i_chase]

Parker had been ordered to be out on the town with Denise, and somewhere along the way the two had gotten rather separated. The separation had probably been cause by a fair amount of beer that had been imbibed at the Beerworks (where they'd bought the entire restaurant a beer on the Admiral. Twice) and the fact that they'd made a stop at a few other bars along the way

[talldarksaviour]

His grin froze on his face, and he managed to stumble along under her grip, taking the first moment he could to shake free and get a good look at her face. So, not a happy expression. Great. He raised his hands. "Okay, okay, I think I can guess where this is going." He racked his brain for an excuse. "It was, it was- I didn't- I wasn't-"

So he'd been drinking, his excuse making capabilities were somewhat impaired.

"I realise, I used you alcohol to set someone on fire..." Not helping, not helping. "She really deserved it."

[you_run_i_chase]

When he said that he could guess where this was going, Parkers arms rested firmly on her hips, watching him quickly when he raised his hands. Denise had told her not to kill anyone, and if she had too, smacking Damon around didn't mean that she was actually going to be doing any real beating on him.

At least that's what she could tell herself, especially considering that she was rather drunk too.

"No one really fucking deserves to be set on fucking fire, Damon." Parker met his eyes with narrowed ones of her own. "Just fucking shoot someone and get it over with."

[talldarksaviour]

"Well I didn't have access to a gun, did I?" Not that he would have allowed Ana so quick a death, but there was no need for her to know that.

He went to run his hand through his hair, getting caught on the mass of gel and settling for patting it awkwardly.

"It... I should have told you, I realise that. I didn't tell anyone who I got it from." He shrugged, No one had bothered to ask actually, but he wouldn't have told even so.

[Spammy as all hell in a bar sometime in the night idk]

[yeehawkiller]

And then...

[Severen continued his drunken story at the bar. He had one too many tequila shots. They didn't do much for the Vampire's metabolism and tasted like shit really but it dulled the senses when taken in copious amounts. Much like a human drinking tequila actually, anyway, he slammed his hand palm down on the bar top to make a point]

there was blood everywhere. And that's when they made me their chief.

from the story I'm assuming they did the whole vampire meet vampire thing? can edit if not

[talldarksaviour]

[He cracked up at the line. Not so much because it was funny, but because when you had this much alcohol, (and maybe a little bit of blood... What? He was dressed as Edward Cullen, if a couple of drunk chicks wanted to be bitten, who was he to refuse?) anything was funny.]

[Damon studied his glass. It seemed to be empty, as did Sev's... He waved the barman over.] Two more, right here, [he said, before turning to his fellow vampire.] Bath, bloodbath, as in bathe in blood. Bathory-style. Ever done it?

I'm more than okay with him drunkedly letting it slip that he eats people professionally

[yeehawkiller]

[Bathor-what? For a vampire Severen knew very little about his ~~*^*~~HISTORIC WONDERFUL CASTLE DWELLING HERITAGE~~*^*~~. Hell, all he knew was that he could party all night and kill as much as he liked and get away with it. Well, he could get away with it before he wound up on the barge.

Anyway.

His blurry head started to count back the most recent times he had bathed in blood.]

Three mondays ago. And the tuesday before that. Aaaand... [Severen was ticking them off on his fingers, and then his new friend Damon's fingers and then everyone ran out of fingers.]

Well, that was just 1985-1986. [He burped] Shiiiit...

awesome! also well done severan, freaked out and disgusted Damon at the same time XD

[talldarksaviour]

[Damon raised his eyebrows and took back control of his fingers.] Lovely.

Bet you find the barge a change of scene. [He grinned emptily before taking a swig. Damon found the place hard enough.] You have no idea how boring your life is about to become.

[He wrinkled his lip at the burping. Who'd have thought it, Damon had standards. Or maybe it's once a snob always a snob. He leaned back.] Who's the lucky warden? [He'd stick around a little longer, knowledge was worth more than standards after all.]