Open: Don't be scared we'll make it work

[tolife]

Who: Herbert West, Michael Morbius and others.
When: July 1st - July 31st
What: Both scientists getting settled in.
Where: Locations in starters
Warnings: Possibly some bad language, blood drinking in Michael's case.
Note: This will have multiple starter points and any warnings will update as needed.

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7/1 - 7/2 - Periwinkle Street - Floor Five

[doesnotsparkle]

Michael Morbius was never a fan of parties, but when one only had fifty bucks to their name and no means to hide their condition in a professional setting. Job prospects were low. So he had attended the party. The free food was great, but the bottled blood substitute was better. It eased the ever present hunger to where he felt safe being around people.

Sadly, he didn't know how long it would last, so when he left the party, he went and spent all fifty on the bottled blood. 10 bottles in all, pretty cheap for something so important, but he had been warned to get it on ice or in the fridge quickly and keep it cold. The black plastic bags were in hand, his sunglasses still on when he made his way up the stairs to his assigned apartment.

He was at the end of the floor, having to pass the other two, he could tell someone was inside as he could hear the heartbeats and smell the life of a proper human. He had never been so thankful for a substitute in his life. All the lives that might have been saved if this had been in his world...

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The next morning when he awoke, laying face down on the bed, he felt the wave of exhaustion wash over him. True, he had only been asleep a few hours, but the sunshine just did that to him no matter the world he was in. He didn't bother buttoning up his shirt, or wearing his sunglasses. No, he went on out onto the fire escape, with just sleep pants and a glass of water. Leaning on the railing looking down at the city. He was so tired and wanted to go back to bed, but he knew he'd have to go out job hunting soon.

It could wait an hour or so, though. For now he needed to wake and make a game plan.

[breakfastattiffanys]

The morning after the party left Blair in a bit of a mood. Without money, without her things, she's grumpy and angry at the city. The morning light had at least made the loft look...acceptable for now. Coffee, coffee was how she could manage the day. She will have to find a job today. All the prospects make her cringe, but desperation is starting to grow.

Blair noticed the...stance of shame on the fire escape? Something like that. The guy looks hungover and disheveled, the sort that smell of cigarettes and cheap whiskey. She gives a huff, clutching her coffee as she darts towards her loft, wishing she could ignore the prospects today and how far she's fallen.

[doesnotsparkle]

A hangover would have been so much better. A hangover was something Michael Morbius had not had in ages, he never drank that much, not that it could hurt him if he did. No, it was the sun touching him making him want to go back to bed, but he needed to be up. This new world wouldn't stop just because he was a living vampire. This was another chance at a clean slate.

Though, he heard her heart beating before looking off in her direction. Those red eyes, did no favors to his stark white skin and messy black hair. No, he didn't smell of cigarettes and cheap whiskey, but he was pretty messy today. He could have tried harder, but, why bother? Martine was dead, he was in another world and not looking to impress.

"Sorry, if I disturbed you." If the door or window was open, he didn't care, he stayed leaning where he was but spoke it as soon as he saw her. He had a Grecian accent, but it sounded as tired as he looked. The undead should be sleeping, but he wasn't undead.

[breakfastattiffanys]

Blair keeps one window open, if only to welcome the smells of flower and coffee shops nearby. It's a nice reminder of home, even if it's some small familiarity. The man's voice catches her attention, unsurprisingly, sounding tired and worn. He's not really helping the idea he's hungover.

Great, so who exactly is she stuck near?

"It's fine." She isn't as familiar with Greek accents, so it passes her notice. "You live here too, right?"

[doesnotsparkle]

It was those same smells, and the need to try to be awake if he could, that had drug Michael from bed. Hungover was a better idea than sleepy vampire to him. Not that he knew she suspected him of being hungover.

"Yeah, I live here in number three." he answered, as he shifted against the rail to look her way. Again, wishing he'd brought his sunglasses with him. "I'm Michael Morbius. You?" He asked curiously. Best to know those around you if you can.