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[onceaviking]

There's a vampire lounging on the couch with a book.
He's dressed for work, but since work this time entails actual face time with the customers, being dressed for work entails really tight, black jeans, a black t-shirt, and black boots.

There's an empty wine glass on the table (it hasn't contained wine).

Botherable.
He's read it before.

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[athelstanthescribe]

[ooc: now I am torn. To have the very first Viking Athelstan meets be Eric, or not...]

[onceaviking]

{ooc: well, he could always not mention that he used to be one, if that helps *tempts*...}

[athelstanthescribe]

[ooc: Ha! All right, then. *cracks knuckles*]

Athelstan hasn't noticed the other man yet. He's sitting in a nearby armchair, but he's got hold of a book - well, a scroll really, written in Latin - and is giving it his undivided attention.

[onceaviking]

Occasionally, Eric's eyes flick up from the page. Taking in his surroundings,

Such as the monk.

Who looks like the real deal.

[athelstanthescribe]

He starts to read quietly aloud, something seeming to amuse him in the words - and then he glances up and the smile turns apologetic.

"I didn't realize anyone was there."

[onceaviking]

"Don't mind me," Eric says with a small smile.
"I rarely hear Latin these days."

He is pale and blond. And his eyes are very blue.

[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan has, presumably, visited the North because he had to learn Old Norse somewhere. He smiles, assessing the taller man's appearance.

"Few enough do outside of churches, even in my time."

[onceaviking]

So he knows about how Milliways works. Likely.

"Where are you from?"Eric asks.
He might as well have asked 'when'.

[athelstanthescribe]

"Lindisfarne", he answers. "In Northumbria, in the year 793."

...yeah, he's learned to tell people that here.

[lazy_but_loyal]

When Pam comes through the door, she's also dressed for work, which entails being more fabulous than every other person in the room.

She strides in, sheathed in a tight black dress with a leather-like pattern and a sheer mesh back, and strappy black pumps with a hint of a blood-red sole if you're looking that far down her legs. Her hair is arranged in a complex up-do that looks rather Victorian in contrast to the rest of her appearance. But it works.

Because she's Pam.

"Motherfucker," she snarls.

Ah, the dulcet tones of a thoroughly pissed-off she-vampire.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks up.

It's not outwardly visible but he does a quick mental inventory of things he might have done to piss Pam off.
He can't really think of anything.

"What's wrong?"

He likes it when she does her hair like that.

[lazy_but_loyal]

Fortunately it has nothing to do with Eric this time.

She stalks over to where he's sitting but doesn't sit down, only stands there with her arms crossed.

"Seriously. If one more precious wannabe fangbanger- which is ten times worse than the average fangbanger- fucking pukes in the bathroom at the sight of their own fucking blood for the first time, I swear, I will renounce my vampirism and become a fucking nun."

[onceaviking]

"Yes," he agrees. "That does get tiresome. We could start pricking them at the door and deny the weak stomached ones entry?"

It's not a serious suggestion.

"A lot of wannabes tonight?"
He might have some paperwork to deal with. Instead of hanging out on the throne,
They give him a headache.

[lazy_but_loyal]

She huffs at the suggestion but almost looks game for it.

"They're like fruit flies. You see one, and then two, and then suddenly you're like, where the fuck did all these fruit flies come from? I think they're breeding in the beer puddles under the bar."

[onceaviking]

His lips twitch with amusement.

Yeah, he just might handle paperwork tonight instead.
It's just too depressing., being surrounded by people too pathetic to even manage being fangbangers.

Also, there's the thing.

He sighs.

"Sophie-Ann called."

[lazy_but_loyal]

And then suddenly the conversation takes on a different tone.

It's never a good thing when the Queen calls. Crazy bitch.

"What? Why?"

[onceaviking]

"Why is she ever calling these days?"


Fucking cunt.

He pinches the bridge of his nose.

"She just wanted to know how we were doing."
With the sales.

[balancingminds]

(OOC: Canon is that psychics can't read vampires, right? I'm going to go with that and correct me if I'm wrong. I realized these two should meet.)

Charles has been busy and tonight is having a break with a paper and some Scotch. Erik is hard to miss and Charles recognizes him from Jay's thoughts and he can't hear anything from his mind, that's odd but also restful. From what Jay said, he hadn't realized how attractive and tall he was and Charles keeps glancing over at Erik.

[onceaviking]

Eric notices that he is being watched and looks up.

His eyes are intensely blue in his pale face.


{ooc: exactly. And they should}

[balancingminds]

"Hello, its Erik, I believe?"

He blinks for a moment at the color of his eyes, they are striking and its disconcerting to not know what's going on behind them.

[onceaviking]

"I am," Eric says with a tiny nod.
"And you are? "

[balancingminds]

"Charles Xavier, I think we have some mutual friends such as Jason Todd," Charles returns the nod.

[onceaviking]

"I know Jay," Eric says. Non-committically.

[balancingminds]

"He's hard to forget once you've met him."

[onceaviking]

Eric shrugs.
It could be a yes, it could be a no.

"A lot of Jay's friends aren't too fond of me," Eric remarks.