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the medieval lady offers a small smile and nod....

"Serena, right?" He smiles and offers her a seat.

The seat is accepted. "Yes. It is a pleasure to meet you again, Captain..."

""Admiral, actually. And probably not for much longer. It's just Jim." He smiles, trying to keep on not thinking about his probably court martial. "And how are you?"

"Jim, then. It is a pleasure to meet you again, Jim."

She smiles again. "I have been very well."

"That's good. I'm not doing so badly. Given that I'm still Bound and that I have to wonder what kidn of place this is." Halloween was jsut no fun at all.

"This is Milliways, my dear, the place that defies descriptions..."

"Nothng defies description forever, Serena. Oh, it might take years or decades to get to the bottom of things, but everything has an answer." So ways the Starfleet trained commander and scientist.

"Just do not worry yourself overly much with this enigma... Milliways is... and we are here."

Kirk considers this approach. But it's not his way. Still, there's no point in worrying about things you can't fix. He's just not sure he can't; fix it.

"So...you were telling me that you're from a long time ago, but not that long ago. Mind elaborating?"

"It depends from where the other person is... I come from 1,142 A.D."

"For some people, I come from their future, for others, the distant past. Europe is deep in the Dark Ages, ignorance and superstition abound..."

"So you've been here long enough to learn your future then? I know that no one called it 'the dark ages' till much later."

"We did. Also, The Long Night. After the fall of Rome, after the loss of culture and knowledge... the time where savagery is commonplace, and the night is not of the human race. And the time when, as strange as it may sound, those called monsters were the ones preserving the knowledge of the past, waiting for the wheel of ages to move."

"Then it looks like Professor Gill and I owe you an apology. Our information is apparently quite wrong.

"But what do you mean, monsters?"

"Vampires." She nods.

"And why an apology? It was never common knowledge."

"Vampires? Like in Dracula?" He forgets matters of historical record and wonders if she's really serious.

"I don't think I know that man... Drakula, the Dragon... pompous enough for a Ventrue, or one of the Fiends."

She nods, opening her mouth a bit... letting her fangs slide out, then retracting them again.

He takes note of the fangs, and it rather surprised. But then, he's met gods, immortals, and other rather anomalous lifeforms. Why not vampires?

"That's something new. And all the old stories are true?" Old stories that he doesn't know that well, mind you.

"No. To start, we do not have to kill while feeding, and more, most of us prefer to not kill, nor even cause lasting harm." A smile. "It is a great challenge to remain unnoticed, when you leave dead bodies behind."

"Well, that's good." He almost touches his neck anyway, and stops himself. "But you really drink blood?

"And you're immortal and so on?"

"Yes, I do. Animal blood is possible, but human is much more satisfying. And yes, immortal."

"No offnse, but I hope you have a good supply, because 'm rather attache dto mine." He gives a smile, to show that he can tell she's not really being a threat.

"I'd ask how old you really are, but even in my day, it's considered rude to ask a woman such a thing." It will take a nother few decades before the sexism disguised as neo-chivalry is dislodged from Starfleet.

[ooc: gotta go - slowtime!]

"Are you sure? The sensation of the Kiss, as we call it... is extremely interesting... and I would not take enough to cause harm." A small grin, and wink...

Kirk smiles back, but is rather nonplussed by this. Maybe if he were still th dashing captain, he might think about it more. "I think I'll pass."

"Oh, are you sure?" Serena smiles, teasingly.

"Yes, quite sure. Besides, I'm a carrier for a very rare disease. It's best you leave that kind of thing alone." Well, that is true, if merely just a way of offering a polite excuse.

"Wich disease? What does it do?" Suddenly, full of scholary interest.

"A form of meningitis that doesn't exist on Earth. In my day, it's usually curable, but it remains latent in the bloodstream." A fact that he knows because his blood was used by aliens to practice an extreme form of population control. He would rather have been kept in the dark, all tihngs considered. "I wouldn't want to infect you or anyone you, er, bit."

"Meningitis... I think I have read about it in the library..." She nods again.

A note from Bar,

Dear Jim,
Whistler and I went back to San Francisco! I'll see you again soon!

Love,
Suzi

She abuses exclamation points.