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[Mavis comes online shortly before sundown, her darkened room brightened marginally by the short candles (the last of her stock) scattered about the suite. Her expression is serious and her arms are crossed. When the candlelight shifts marginally, one could almost say she is pouting, but she totally stopped doing that in her fifties.

Oh, and she's standing on the ceiling, appearing upsidedown on the consoles.]

Hi. Mavis here. [Here, she falters, discontent.]

It's obvious that I'm not the only vampire here. [Yeah. Surprise! ...even if she doesn't actually know how many there are.] It's also obvious that certain other vampires -- [She rolls her eyes; naming no Batmans.] -- aren't setting a good example for monsterkind. [Forget naming. This disappointed look she's aiming at the console? IT'S FOR YOU, BATMAN.] They act surly and grumpy and it's setting monster perception back centuries. We're talking Stoker era backwards, guys.

[Right. The point. Mavis straightens up, unfolding her arms and thumping one hand decisively into the opposite palm.]

I want everyone to know that not all vampires are sour pumpkins! [She stresses this point, starting to pace back and forth on the ceiling.] Most of us are really great and just want to live peacefully with humans. And kedan. [Oh, yeah. She suspects all this kedan negativity to be linked back, in part, to Mr. Growly McBatpants and his PR failure.]

Soooo, to make sure no one else misunderstands us, I'm coming out of the coffin to answer any questions you have about vampires. [A deep breath, then a smile.] I mean, daughter of Dracula, right? I kind of an expert. [A nervous laugh.] It's totally cool! Don't freak out or anything. I don't bite. [Her smile bares her fangs, but that's part and parcel of the whole vampire shindig.]

knowsherway

[Ah, success! Eponine has succeeded in getting the console to work, which she considers quite a lofty feat since devices like this are not exactly common where she is from. But in any case, it is on, and that is what counts.

She is seated and looking quite comfortable in her room. Yes, she feels comfortable, but a little bored at the same time. She has been passing the time by wandering about the city, but surely people here do more than that to pass the time.

And that is the reason why she has turned on the console: to learn from others what sort of things they get up to for enjoyment and amusement.]

Ah, hello! Now that I have succeeded in turning this object on, I have something I would like to ask you. [This does feel slightly awkward, speaking to people she has not yet met, but she presses on resolutely anyway.]

Because it seems as though we are going to be here for quite some time, I have begun to wonder about some things. How do you pass the time? I find myself growing rather bored, although I have spent some time walking through the city. But I cannot do that forever, or I do not think I want to do that forever.

Come! You must have some favorite thing that amuses you! I would like to hear it, if you are agreeable.

riseto

[ The woman on the feed looks rather disgruntled. Probably because she was just taken from her city while a group of righteous oxmen rampage it as part of some holy crusade and she feels like she has a hangover. ]

If this is the Fade, then this is either a very vivid hallucination, or I've been tapping the red lyrium.

Alright, let's get this over with. I'm Hawke, I'm from Kirkwall, and I specialize in being everyone's bloody errand girl and killing things. Particularly killing things. I also don't possess easy, so whatever mouth-breathing demons are out there, don't think I'll make an easy target. You'll find more than you bargained for.

And such a welcome. Are the natives always this friendly, or do they just have a particular dislike for me? Not like they'd be the first. It's always, "Die, dog bitch!" and "Kill the Hawke!" and "I'll harvest your blood for my nefarious diabolical purposes and serve you up to demons!"

Honestly, if they don't want us here, they shouldn't drag us off in the first place. But no one ever accused kidnappers of having an overabundance of logic.

dracobin

[Live from the Fire Sector, it's a large black dragon with a very nice necklace! He is seated in his three-story suite, the intervening floors of which have mostly been removed thanks to the expertise and efficiency of Javert's construction team. What parts of it are visible onscreen give the suite a far more spacious appearance than it did previously, which serves to make Temeraire look a little smaller and (hopefully) a little less intimidating.]

It has come to my attention that my appearance has caused some of you distress in the past few days. I should not like to alarm anyone further, so I suppose I had better introduce myself now and clear away any more misconceptions before they have had a chance to start.

I suppose I cannot blame you for your reactions, since I am given to understand many of you are unfamiliar with dragons, save from various legends, most of which sound farfetched at best and highly offensive at worst. But I do not breathe fire, and I am not feral, and I would certainly never do anything as rude as try to kidnap and eat any of you, regardless of whether or not you are a young lady; I cannot imagine it would make much difference in taste, besides. Of course I would not object to having a great pile of gold to sleep on, but as I do not have one at present I am certainly not going to steal yours, unless you are such a booby as to leave it lying around for anyone to take.

[He huffs slightly, then settles back on his haunches, somewhat mollified.] So there we have it: you know that I am here, and that I am not going to accidentally squash you, or eat you, and with that out of the way, I have have noticed a few things which I suppose everyone should be aware of.

Firstly, there seem to be a great number of you from the twenty-first century at least, which I thought was very exciting at first; but now I realize I must have missed a great many things over the course of the last two hundred years, particularly in the realm of the sciences, and I should like to catch up on whatever I have missed. If you are not averse to discussing any of it with me, I should very much like to listen to all you have to say.

Secondly, whatever miasma has afflicted the other sectors is present here in the Fire sector as well; it has grown cold these past few days, and our suites are poorly lit besides. I am certain the damage must have spread elsewhere, and I would like to propose a small expedition of perhaps two or three others, to the outer reaches of the shell. I am curious to see if the disease has also affected what local wildlife remains, and if there is some aspect of its process that we may have overlooked. It will be no great inconvenience to take you on my back; I expect we will be able to get around faster and more comfortably than most, if we fly directly. Of course anyone may come, if they like, but I think it would help very much if you are a scientist, and not afraid of heights.

Pray inform me if you have any questions. [He pauses, then switches off the feed.]

usavatar

[He considered making this a voice or a text entry on the network for the sake of avoiding... well, people - but ultimately that would raise more questions with those who know him. Civilian clothes, calm demeanor, utterly meaningless political smile.]

I hope you're all faring all right with the changes in our environment and the requirements that puts on its population. I'm used to rationing, but I understand that it's probably and adjustment for those of you that are not.

Peggy and I had an idea about that - we wanted to see if there was any interest in a communal pot luck, periodic until things normalize.

Additionally, we wanted to see what people thought of a resource pool of food and nonperishables held in the... should I just call it a community center? That's how we'd like the space to serve during peacetime.

Um. [A small laugh.] Sorry, I lost my train of thought. As I was saying, we'd like to work on what amounts to a food bank for the duration of the rationing and possibly longer, if it proves useful and necessary. Donations are of course encouraged, particularly from those whose enterprises are not as effected by the restrictions currently in place.

[The empty warmth briefly dissipates, leaving Steve militant all out of proportion to what he says next.] To pre-empt those who think it's naive, ill-advised, et cetera, we would be monitoring the intake and distribution of goods to ensure that no single party exploits the generosity of contributors. I think as a charitable model it's a good one.

[He clears his throat and settles back in his chair.]

I'm not much good with plants, but if we could get space on the roof of the building, it might do some good to have a garden up there as well.

[100% JARVIS-assisted encryption to Evandau]

Sir. I would like to discuss, in person and at your earliest convenience, a potential threat to the safety of the Foreigner population. And also inquire after the well-being of Miss Namorita Prentiss, who you have in custody.

[ACTION FOR PEGGY]

[Done. He switches off the console and tilts his head back, inspecting the ceiling of the apartment with one of those vague and pointless realizations regarding how few people ever look up.

He scrubs his face with both hands and gets up, going to the kitchen to wet a cloth and press it against his face, then neck, mentally reciting passages from the books he'd read before Keeliai and snatches of songs to try and keep his thoughts from going back to the lab Natasha described and its contents. It doesn't work especially well.]

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