[The Brucolac has obligingly lowered his ship and opened his doors so that vampires who are flight-challenged may enter. It's now ten o'clock Tuesday evening.]

[ooc: You're welcome to make individual threads about your characters arriving and getting to know each other (or not arriving and being fetched) before we get down to business.]

During his off-hours, Uther Doul avoids the inexplicable eggs in town and makes the rounds to visit a few people and drop off a small gift. Odds are, if Doul enjoys the company of someone or has social obligations to them, then he will be by with a little paper-wrapped parcel for them ( Read more... )

When the tablet flickers to life for this broadcast, the view is one Jack Benjamin, visible from the elbows up, seated at a table in a sharp navy suit and less severe tie, professional without looking inhuman for it. The backdrop behind him is solid grey-blue and unremarkable, except that it perhaps complements the suit. That is probably not a ( Read more... )

Godric is in the middle of stewing about certain recent revelations, doing his best to repress a completely unreasonable amount of anger. He's not sure how long the Brucolac has been standing on his backyard deck by the time he notices him, pausing in his restless pacing. It goes to show how distracted he is. But a nest is a nest, and Godric is ( Read more... )

[The text isn't locked, but if you'd like your character to monitor or wander in, pls to ping me! ispyslytherin on aim.]

Come down to the hedge maze, Uther Doul.

A woman appears in Taxon's arrival chamber ( Read more... )

( stoplight is swaying and the phone lines are down. )

Once everyone who'd said they were coming had come - and a few Extras who seem to have queued up just because there was a queue - the Brucolac leaves his guests to NOT BREAK HIS SHIP, and returns to the wheelhouse with a few helpful (and trustworthy-looking) souls. He lifts off, directing the Uroc up as fast as it can go - which is not all that ( Read more... )

( What the hell happened to Godric )

The Uroc may be safe, but it hardly cozy. While the outside of the ship glimmers with an odd nacre, it is very dark inside, and the nonsense-topography of random masts, spires, decks, windows and balustrades that pepper its circular bulk hint at the odd warren of passsages inside it. The Brucolac does not lead his guests very far inside, at first. ( Read more... )