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[feels_no_love]

Who: Dracula and Open
What: Left without any resources, Dracula turns to vigilantism and robbery to line his pockets. Come help him spend his ill gotten gains!
When: Second night of port
Where: Montmartre and THE MOULIN ROUGE
Warnings: NPC violence, can-can dancers, flirting

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Dusk | Montmartre Streets | Exploring

[feels_no_love]

Dracula wandered the streets of Montmartre, pockets full and heart a bit lighter than it had been the day before. Now at least he could share in the vacation that everyone else got to enjoy without work or risk.

8pm | Random alleyway | Vigilante time

[feels_no_love]

His senses were still heightened; it was one of his least obtrusive powers, which was why he suspected it had been untouched. Without it, he would not have heard the whimpers as he passed the alley mouth. Smell of sweat--fear sweat-and A male voice hissed, "shut up, bitch. Shut up."

He didn't know why at first. Maybe it was because for a second he imagined that one of his lovers or female friends was back there. But he let out a soft growl, turned on his heel, and stalked into the alley.

8pm | Random alleyway | Vigilante time

[timesbureaucrat]

Narvin had spent part of his day creeping about Paris, ears open to gather whatever information he could, particularly the oddity of the partially destroyed Eiffel Tower. That was a rather major timeline anomaly unique to this universe as far as Narvin could tell, and he'd like to know what was responsible. Now he was returning to his hotel when he saw a familiar form duck into an alley, apparently following the sounds of an altercation of some sort

8pm | Random alleyway | Vigilante time

[feels_no_love]

It wasn't the smartest of ploys. He was marginally stronger and tougher than a human right now, but he was going into this a brawler and the man might have a firearm. Then again, unlike whoever was back there he had no fear, and four hundred years of experience brawling.

And a great big head of steam, with no conscious idea of its source. He didn't question his outrage, just let it take him into the alleyway on an arrow straight path to the struggling figures at its back. The man, huge and heavyset, had a hand clamped over a slight woman's mouth and was rummaging at her clothes. Perhaps looking for jewels or money, or perhaps--

--He didn't wait and watch to find out. Instead he waded in, an outraged roar escaping him.

They left me to rot in this damned city--they took my woman away--now I can't protect her--

The lout in the sweatsuit looked up in amazement just as Dracula's charge slammed him right into his side.

8pm | Random alleyway | Vigilante time

[timesbureaucrat]

He didn't know what he had expected to see when he peeked around the side. Perhaps Dracula's mouth covered in blood, and two dead or dying humans sprawled on the filthy ground. He did not expect to see a vampire rescuing a woman from assault.

He took a half step forward, then hesitated. He wanted to do something but was neither keen to fight side-by-side with a vampire, nor to help a would-be mugger or rapist, even if Dracula was going to kill the man. But there was also a third actor in the scene, the woman. So Narvin darted forward and pulled her out of the way of the fight. That bought Narvin a few more seconds delay to decide which side he'd be on if push comes to shove.

9pm | THE MOULIN ROUGE | (nuff said)

[feels_no_love]

Dracula did not know the name of the bright-lit place with its neon festooned windmill, but it certainly looked popular. Completely naive of what he was getting himself into, he bought himself a ticket and wandered inside.

...twenty minutes later he was staring at the stage wide-eyed with an untouched drink in front of him, deciding that he loved this place.

[der_umgekehrte]

Stildyne had never had the means to be a tourist before and, currently without an inmate, he felt free to embrace the idea. He'd been sold a map of attractions: this was on it. The show, colors and music and lavish sets, was no disappointment. He might have been less enthralled by the female beauty on display than some in the crowd, but you didn't have to be to enjoy a show like this.

He reached for his drink absently and came back with a full one, and that meant it wasn't his. "Sorry," he whispered, and put it back. For a moment he frowned, the man in the shadows looking familiar--an inmate, if he recalled. Well, he wasn't here to police anyone. He looked back at the show.

[feels_no_love]

"Go on and drink it, I cannot," Dracula replied. No guilt, no nervousness; he had to suppress a surge of resentment though as he recognized one of the Wardens. Instead he took a moment to get his story straight in his head if asked why he was here.

[der_umgekehrte]

Stildyne had a habit of putting his flattened nose where it didn't belong, it was true. So much so that Agent Kay had cornered him for a quiet chat, recognizing another soul trying to impose structure where there wasn't any. The upshot of it all was that Stildyne didn't intend to pry. He did have a moment of - can't drink it? Why not? No, you remember, when Hoffman was in Zero. They eat hominids at home, just the blood. Reminded me of Two. There we go. He also couldn't recall the name of the man's warden. But his meddling with other people had been resented with sufficient emphasis that unless he had to, he was going to stay out of it.

He was much more inclined to accept the offered drink with a salute, watch companionably, and--when a particularly neat bit of choreography had gone down-- cheer along with the crowd.

Midnight | Club in Montmartre | On the Make...

[feels_no_love]

It was a small basement nightclub whose crowd had spilled out onto the street, drinking and laughing. Dracula mingled and chatted with those who spoke English, a little bored with their banal conversations...but. This was the place where modern humans went to pair off, apparently, and that was exactly what he wished to do.

All Night | Anywhere in Montmartre

[feels_no_love]

Catch up with him in one of France's most celebrated party spots!

[theviralsource]

A new arrival to the barge, albeit the last time he was here, Alex was a bit taken back to discover that he, along with everyone else apparently, had been thrown off the ship and on the streets of Paris. Never been to France, before or after his 'little accident' Alex was still aware of the famous city and decided to make the best of his time and explore what he could.

Given that Alex wasn't the most social of creatures, he hadn't been able to identify who belonged on the ship, or who was a city resident, but when he caught sense of something inhuman amongst the crowd of small party goers, Alex turned his gaze toward the people. Although his powers weren't as powerful back home, and his assumption of something blending in with humans could very well be wrong, Alex still sought out that individual.

[feels_no_love]

Dracula's nostrils twitched slightly and he turned to look at the odd-smelling stranger curiously. A local, or someone new to the Barge? He could not tell. Nor were the man's intentions immediately obvious. An eyebrow lifted.

"Hello. May I help you?"

[theviralsource]

It hadn't taken long to find the individual; he'd made himself known fairly soon and Alex guessed the man could sense his presenc as well as Alex could his. Albeit his having been spotted, Alex didn't feel threatened by the man yet, but knew he'd been capable of many horrible things.

He didn't need any special powers to know this fact; just the way the dark man carried himself told Alex. Then again, that small trace of blood that lingered on his clothes was a dead giveaway.

"You already have," Alex replied.