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Posner is curled up by the fire reading (for fun!) a book of Thomas Hardy poems. He has a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits and looks very cozy indeed.

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In a corner a ways away from him, Orpheus is strumming his guitar, carefully picking out a wintery tune, lamenting the shortened days, the frosty nights. It's a bit colder in that area of the bar than it usually is.

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At the bar itself, Nikola is sitting, contemplating what appears to be a vial of blood. He looks more determined than melancholy, though there's a bit of that in his expression as well.

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Near the back door, Alcide stands. It's throwing him off, the way the date here is different than it is back home. He knows it shouldn't be anywhere near the full moon, but he can practically feel it just outside the door.

It's not that he needs to run; it's more that he wants to, intensely curious about what the woods out there are really like.

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"Flavor of the week?" asks the not'cat lightly, taking the bar stool next to Nikola, even though he knows the answer.

"Hm, something like that," Nikola says, setting the vial down to smile at Yrael.

"Think of it as a cypher."

Yrael leans over to kiss the vampire, smirking.

Even if he suspects something entirely too scientific, he will play along. He has heard enough of it before to know the terms well enough.

"A biological cypher? That particular blood's DNA is interesting in some way?"

Nikola returns the kiss and the smirk.

"Yes, it is. It's the key to the project I was working on before."

"The weapon to prove a delusion true, it might work?" Yrael replies, eyebrows raised slightly in curiosity.

"Ah, no. Not precisely. The delusion has...been shattered, I suppose."

"I am sorry to hear that," he says. "Then... which project?"

"Your preferred work?"

"The same project. It's only taken a different turn. The parameters have changed."

"Howso?" Curious not'cat is curious, science guy.

Science guy is (almost) always happy to explain, not'cat. "The provisions against terminating the subject have been lifted."

"Ah," he replies. "That should make the project less hopeless, I would think, though I can't imagine that Helen is happy about it."

People do tend to be attached to their children, he's found.

"This is Helen's daughter's blood, then?"

"She's accepted reality. Very few people are happy about doing that."

He doesn't really understand the attachment, but he gets it on some level.

"And it is, yes. From before she was changed."

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"When they would rather but are unable to change that reality, certainly," Yrael agrees.

"And it will provide a target, so to speak, in the calibration of the weapon?"

"That's the theory, at least. It's sound enough. But there's only going to be one test."

"Some weapons can only be used in earnest," Yrael nods, very familiar with that sort of situation. Make or break, so he's heard people say.

"In any case, I hope it goes well." If anyone can make it work, he reasons, it's Nikola.

Nikola nods, though he's frowning thoughtfully.

"I almost hope it doesn't." He has no idea what it will do to Helen.

Yrael had not said he hoped the weapon would work, exactly.

"It is a bad situation for all involved, from what I gather."

"It has very little potential for turning out satisfactorily," Nikola admits.

Though he has a feeling he'll be able to convince John to have some real fun with the Cabal regardless of the outcome.

It's the violent version of going out for a beer with a ~~friend~~ coworker after a bad day at work. Yrael approves of it.

"If you all do your utmost, then none of you can say that the outcome was unsatisfactory due to the lack of trying. It would be no comfort, I know, but it would be true."

"I daresay we can all be counted on for that much at least."

"But," he remarks, "should it go even less satisfactorily than expected, you know where I can be found."

Killing something with accelerated healing abilities becomes a non-question when one can simply unmake them.

"If it goes that unsatisfactorily, I may not be in a position to find you."

He says this a bit flippantly, but this is one of the only times since he changed that he's thought there might actually be a danger of him dying.

From the low growl that sounds briefly from the Bright Shiner's throat, that is a situation Yrael refuses to contemplate.

"If you would like a distraction from your work," and Yrael knows that is sometimes a rather big if, "the Louisiana Philharmonic Orchestra is playing tonight in New Orleans."

He doesn't seem to worry about such things as getting tickets on short notice.

Nikola finds that growl far more gratifying than he'd be willing to admit.

He twirls the vial between his fingers a moment, contemplating the offer. "I think I might, yes."

"Their principal concertmaster tells me it is Baroque in focus," composers whose works Yrael always finds enjoyable. "Bach and Vivaldi, with a smaller ensemble performing Corelli."