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[onceaviking]

The door opens, briefly showing a view of a slightly cluttered living room.

A vampire steps through.

The door closes behind him and disappears.

He is tall, the vampire. Dressed in dirty blue jeans and nothing else, with a bare chest and bare, muddy feet. His hair is tousled and his eyes are wide.

This isn't Sookie's kitchen.

He turns and sees the bare wall. No door.

The look in his eyes edges toward full-on panic.


What is this place?
And why is he here?



{ooc: and welcome to Season Four of True Blood. This is Eric. He is a vampire. Those are the only two things he knows about himself. Clean slate, child-like naïveté. Please don't break him.}

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[i_am_your_host]

Emcee has made it more of a habit to bring his meals to his room rather than staying in the bar to eat, but at least he comes downstairs himself to fetch his food and drink instead of getting a rat to do it.

So here he is, doing just that, when Eric enters.

...Well, he's pretty sure it's him. The look of confusion and the messy hair throws him off. (The state of Eric's hair is relative to the state of Eric himself.)

Plus, he can still feel him inside. But the Bond is faint now, much more fainter than before.

"Eric?" he says gently, approaching him with caution. "Are you all right?"

[onceaviking]

Eric spins around and crouches down a little, moving his hands up in front of him.
Defensively.

"Who are you?" he demands.

(His voice quivers faintly).

There is no recognition in his eyes.

[i_am_your_host]

...Okay.

Emcee stops in his tracks and stares at him.

Is this like the time he thought he was someone named Lincoln?

"Emcee," he replies in the same gentle tone. "Don't you remember? I'm not going to--"

Hurt him? Really? Emcee is half his size and his hands are empty, surely he can see that.

"--do anything to you."

[onceaviking]

Eric blinks at him.

"This isn't Sookie's kitchen," he says, sounding - upset?

And then, " Do you know me?"

[i_am_your_host]

Oh, dear.

"Yes, we know each other," he says, just barely keeping himself from tacking on darling at the end of it.

"And no, this is most certainly not Sookie's kitchen. This is Milliways, the bar at the end of the universe. Your door acted as a portal between your world and here. You can always go back, though--do you see your door?"

[just_cant_lose]

He is tall, the vampire. And he's been fucking hiding or something, because Jim hasn't seen him for ages.

'Eric,' he says shortly, walking past him with his head in a book.

'Where've you been?'

[onceaviking]

Eric's head whips up.

His eyes are wide.
Wild.

[just_cant_lose]

Jim stops, and looks up. And, y'know. Up.

And then down, and then back up again.

...riiiiiiiight.

'Well, darling. What happened to you?'

[onceaviking]

Eric's eyes dart away and back again.

He licks his lips.

"I - don't know?" he replies, turning the answer into an almost question.
"But you know me?"

[sunbaked_baker]

That's... never a good look to see on a vampire.

But as much as she would rather not interact with Eric Northman, Rae figures she's seen that sort of look on a vampire's face more than most people might have, and might be better equipped to handle it if that look edging towards panic actually starts reaching full-on panic.

"Hey," she says in a way intended to get the vampire's attention, getting up from her bar stool and approaching warily (though not too close). Damn, he is built like a brick shithouse, isn't he? "What's wrong?"

[onceaviking]

Eric looks at her.
His eyes are huge. And there is no recognition in them at all.

"This isn't Sookie's kitchen," he answers.
And he doesn't want to be here.
And he doesn't know what is going on.

He doesn't voice those last thoughts but they're are pretty easy to discern from the look on his face.

[sunbaked_baker]

What the actual hell.

"No, it's not Sookie's kitchen. This is Milliways," she says, hesitantly. "You've been here before. Do you remember?"

The lost look, the complete lack of recognition, the panic - from a vampire who aggressively projects the image of one who has all of his shit together. Memory loss can really only be the answer. Rae has never seen Eric look at her with anything short of overt dislike. At least that she knows of. There is some half-memory poking at her from the back of her mind, but she can't be bothered to focus on it now. There's a half-panicked vampire in the room. That absolutely takes precedent.

[onceaviking]

Eric shakes his head.
"No," he says. "I don't remember anything. "

And then he looks at her. Almost hopefully.
"But you know me? Like Sookie?"

Sookie whose kitchen he was apparently headed for.

[runningred]

Woah, that's not a good look. Panicking vampire is bad. "Eric? What's up?" Jay moves slowly and ca towards him. "You look freaked out. What happened?"

[onceaviking]

Eric moves a step back, looking almost startled.

"Who are you?" he asks.
"Do you know me?"

He sounds like he knows him.

[runningred]

Jay backs off a step too, giving Eric room. "My name is Jay. We're friends. You're in Milliways - it's a safe place."

[onceaviking]

"We're friends?"

He sounds relieved.
And then he pulls Jay close in a hug.

Not an alpha male dominance-tinted arm slung around his shoulders.
A hug.

[tu_vas_triompher]

Oh. Yay. It's Eric the vampire.

Who is a) kind of awful, and b) Feuilly's best customer. And c) looking awful in a different way from usual. Ugh.

Feuilly sighs the sigh of a man who wishes he had less conscience, and comes over. "M. Northman? Are you...all right?"

[onceaviking]

Eric looks at him.
His eyes are wide.
And frightened.

He says, "Northman? Is that my name?"

[tu_vas_triompher]

"--As far as I know it is." Eric seems like someone who has probably had quite a few names over the years. There have been a lot of years, after all.

Feuilly pulls a hand through his hair, taking in the bare chest, the bare feet. Ah, hell. "What's been happening to you? Here--are you cold? I can--" He's not sure whether vampires feel cold, but he has an extra jacket on, and starts shrugging it off, to hand over.

[onceaviking]

"You don't have to," Eric says, lightly touching his arm.
"I'm always cold. It doesn't matter."

He pauses.

Then he looks down at the ground. "It was a witch," he says. "She took them."

[cook_the_rude]

There is a gentleman in a plaid suit and a paisley tie who smirks in disdainful amusement when Eric comes in.

[onceaviking]

Eric sees him - and then looks past him with no hint of recognition.

[cook_the_rude]

"That is a new look for you," the plaid-and-paisley gentleman remarks.

[onceaviking]

Eric looks back at him, eyes wide and frightened.

"We know each other?"