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[onceaviking]

A vampire, dressed in evening wear fit for San Francisco in the early 1900, heads out of the door.
He's a new Maker, ambitious, strong, and one of the oldest vampires to have settled on the new continent. The new world.

An hour passes. Maybe two.

On the other side of the door, wars are fought, discoveries made. Cars, planes, a man on the moon.


Synthetic blood.


The door opens again.

The vampire entering is wearing jeans, a black wife-beater, and a black leather jacket. And he doesn't notice at first that he is not where he thought he'd be, because he is too busy snarling at someone on the phone.

"When I say Monday, you had better fucking believe that I mean it, or - "
The line goes dead. He looks up.

And then he grins.

"And here I thought you'd just disappeared."

Happy vampire is happy. And hungry.

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[witchfinder_general]

The bar's population hasn't changed that much.

Here is the priest, for example, giving the vampire his usual side-eye.

[onceaviking]

"Oh," Eric says, looking disappointed. "You're still here. And I was just enjoying myself."

How much time has passed anyway?

[witchfinder_general]

"I will keep turning up as long as God allows me to," Father Harman says. "I have work to do, both here and in my world."

[onceaviking]

Eric smiles.

"It's a good thing we don't share a world then. You would just have been made redundant."

[witchfinder_general]

"I doubt it," Father Harman says. "If so, then you'd be a puddle of goo on the floor. As long as vampires exist, my job is safe."

[onceaviking]

"Let me show you something," Eric says and walks over to the priest.
He knows the man detests his presence. That's what makes it fun.

He pulls out a wallet and takes out a passport. Then he hands it over, opening it up.

It appears to be his. And it states that he is a Vampire American.

[witchfinder_general]

"You are officially a vampire, with a passport?" Father Harman says, sounding totally baffled. "These Americans are even crazier than I thought."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede looks up from the mirror in which he's drawing an eye of horus around his eyelid--and smiles.

"Well don't you look positively modern," he chuckles. "Leather is a good look on you."

[onceaviking]

"I like to think of myself as a vampire capable of moving with the times," Eric says. "Good evening, Ganymede."

[the_cupbearer]

"Good evening, Eric," he chuckles. "And what time is it for you now?"

He admits he likes the black-on-black on the vampire. Nearly more than he liked evening wear.

[onceaviking]

"Twentieth century or thereabouts," Eric says with a small smile. "You?"

[the_cupbearer]

"Two thousand twelve," he says back. "The world is supposed to end this year. I imagine the morning after that will be most entertaining."

Ganymede sits back and looks Eric over lazily, carefully taking in the details. "You cut your hair."

[onceaviking]

"Yes," Eric says. "Things happened." Dismissively.
"How do you like the rest? "

It's all very tight and black.

He holds his arms out for inspection.

[wheatencrown]

(OOC: Goddess of growing things so she picks up on vampires. Let me know if that doesn't work for you.)

Demeter is enjoying Spring and Milliways when he enters, he's a beautiful man.

She stands up, her linen green dress light on her body as she walks over then frowns, "How long did she disappear?"

[onceaviking]

He hasn't seen her before.

And what a shame. There's something tantalising about her. Something very alive.

He smiles. Charmingly.
"A century or so. I thought I'd been barred. Which would have been unfair as I've been on my best behaviour. "

[wheatencrown]

The smile gets an eyebrow, he's far too sure of himself,

"Well, the Fates are unfair but they don't control here."

[onceaviking]

"No," he agrees. "This place is special."

There's something about her scent.

For some strange reason, she reminds him of Orpheus.

[wheatencrown]

"Yes, it is. You never know who or what you might meet here."

[onceaviking]

"Exactly. And if I may? Eric Northman. A fairly new resident of the state of Louisiana." Kissing her hand. His lips are very cool.


He doesn't breathe, except for when he talks. He hasn't got a pulse.

[runningred]

Jay looks up from the armour component he's soldering electronics into and grins, looking Eric over with a hungry smile of his own. "Well hello, gorgeous!"

[onceaviking]

"Good evening, Jay. Fancy seeing you here," Eric replies and saunters over. "It's been a while. For me."

[runningred]

Jay stands up to greet him, looking Eric up and down again, totally unabashed. "How long have you been away? Long enough to discover skin-tight leather Levi's, I see." Damn that's hot!

[onceaviking]

"A century or so, Eric says, leaning against Jay's table." It's been a busy one. Had to learn to use a computer. And a phone. "

[runningred]

"Wow, has been a while. D'you miss me?" It's a playful tease, not meant as a serious question.

He steps into Eric's personal space, running his thumb over the leather of Eric's jacket. "In that outfit, you make me want to build you a bike. Something fast and dangerous."

[onceaviking]

"Another thing I've had to learn," Eric says, ignoring the teasing. "I like bikes. Fast and not as unreliable as horses."

Most animals get jittery around vampires.