Day Nineteen - I don't belong here

[justified_sins]

Who: Greg/Albert, Pandora, Deacon
Where: Barracks
When: Late morning
Rating: PG

Status: Closed, completed
Summary: Greg wakes up in a strange room and assumes his college buddies are pranking him. He bumps into Deacon and Pandora in the hall of the barracks and while Greg starts the conversation with them, Albert emerges partway through. Albert

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[frostdeadbydawn]

He didn't have a reason for being in the barracks, not really. If anything, Deacon was skulking. He was good at that; hiding in shadows, dropping in unannounced. Time spent having to hunt for his dinner before he'd managed to claw his way up the vampire hierarchy had taught him that much if nothing else. Easing from a shadow, pale skin glinting in the dim light, he chuckled a little, the laugh filled with mirth and not malice

[justified_sins]

Okay. Probably not so much a military base. Not with ... well, whatever that was going on. "Ah." He said. "Hi, I ... is this the base?" he asked. Sure, all right, he didn't think it was. "See, I ... guess I must have gotten really shi--plastered last night, and my buddies probably dragged me here, and dropped me off, and planted some sort of joke letter in my room? And I really don't want to get arrested for trespassing or anything? So ... if you could point me to the way out, that'd be awesome."

He was kind of leery of the two of them. There was something about them that struck him as vaguely predatory, and he was kind of afraid.

[frostdeadbydawn]

Deacon laughed, the sound louder than it probably should have been, even given the echo.

"I'm pretty sure your buddies didn't have anything to do with it," he said, grinning to the man, "Unless they're into interdimensional travel. You know, Star Trek shit." He shook his head. "The door's that way if you'd care to try it, but you won't get very far," he offered.

Pandora's pale arm extended to point in the direction of the exit, nails glinting inhumanly, reflecting the lights like glass. Deacon whispered something into her ear, his voice far below the threshold of human hearing, and she laughed, the sound of it stark and shocking.

"It's kind of like a base," she offered softly, a grin tugging at the corner's of her lips.

Well, it wasn't far off, anyways. Semantics.

[justified_sins]

Oh, god, they were all crazy here. "Sure, okay," he said as he started to back away from them. The edges of his visions greyed a little, and he touched a hand to his temple.

Albert blinked a few times, but waking up in a new place, in a new body, was old hat to him. "Hello," he said. While the voice was the same - more or less - the inflection was different, and there was a hint of an accent. "Who are you?" he inquired as he studied them.

Perhaps his host had been speaking to them. He neither knew, nor cared. Instead, he sought out the female's gaze, peering at the color of her eyes ... though it was a pointless gesture. She didn't look a bit like Samantha.