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Who: Lestat de Lioncourt, Open
What: Arrival
Where: Temba
When: End of month (during calibrations, so limited to those who are outside atm)
Warnings: Blood, vomiting, violence, Please reply to Opt IN/OUT" post

Even Lestat's hyper acute senses couldn't quite catch where the change had happened. One moment he was facing down the ultimate betrayal, and the next he was outside in some utterly unfamiliar and strange looking place, Loius, Claudia and Antoinette no where to be found. He couldn't smell a trace of them on the air- air that was thankfully dark, he realized- looking up at the strange stars with a snarl. His insides churned, and vomited up more blood, looking quite the bloody mess. Despite this and all the more pressing issues, his eyes landed on a strange...orb, and he staggered towards the thing with purpose. He could feel the hold it had over him, but couldn't fight the urge, hissing at the orb or whatever force was inside his mind, before surrendering to the compulsion to touch the thing. It spoke all sorts of things to him, and when he finally pulled back with wide eyes he was panting, feeling weak and vulnerable in a way he hadn't experienced in a very long time.

The poison in his veins distracted him from any further thoughts into the 'how and why' of things, doubling over to empty up more blood from his stomach, crawling along the ground and trying to scent out a source of blood- any blood- that wasn't his own.

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The reason they were here was to make use of Lark's tools, though there were a lot more eyes on them now than Tony was hoping for and he hung back reluctantly long enough to startle anxiously at the touch to his back. Ideally, he could sink back into it, he would be floorshow new if he could just rest his head on Jon's shoulder for one second. Instead, he pinched his own ribs to drag away from that touch before it could linger, forcing him to actually do as he was told in the limited space and options. The stubborn out would be going nearer to the new man instead, whom Tony was increasingly sure might have actually been a vampire. Tony splayed a hand with widened eyes as he passed as though to ask why Lestat would not have just told him this before they were in this mess.

"Pleasure to see you, as ever, sweetheart," he mumbled as he came unsteadily alongside Lark, realizing he should maybe get a little politeness in because he was about to continue seamlessly with his hand out and without much room for patience, "Some thread, and a needle, too, please, thanks, bill me."

"And why could you need those at this hour and not just ask me, Tony?"

She gives Jon a grateful smile and continues to pointedly ignore Lestat. Tony wasn't bloody for nothing, and she expects this stranger is correct. Then her hands open the cedar chest and she brings out a roll of cloth. She takes it to Tony and gestures for his neck.

"Sit there my dear, and bare your neck for me. The bandaging will help it seal better and reduce infections."

Seething slightly, Lestat canted his head to the side, a tight smile on his face.

"No, please. It's quite all right, ignore me," he excused, pushing to his feet. He might have tried to attack if not for the presence of that being he still doesn't understand, crossing instead to try and exit the room and let these mortals(?) attend to their affairs.

With the chair delivered and knowing he can trust Lark to take care of Tony's wound, Jon finds his own attention shifting back to the vampire, well aware of what the man is planning to do.

"You will not leave." He states plainly, but to Lestat the words will come with the weight of reality attempting to adjust to make them true. It's different from the Compulsion Jon used to inflict on others. Those were suggestions. Now? He makes decisions. But how well his powers work on an actual vampire Jon cannot say. Especially since this type of vampire is very different from the ones Trevor Herbert hunted.

Jon turns to the man, his expression stern. When he speaks again, his voice lacks those oppressive layers and the lingering static around them eases away. "Since you are meant to stay here with everyone else, we need to make sure you aren't harming anyone. But obviously you need to eat." And that issue is one Jon remembers quite well from when he first came to Temba himself.

"You were asleep..." didn't sound like a very good excuse when Lark plainly wasn't, so Tony mumbled it as he dropped back into the chair like Lark's command was just as potent as Jon's. Even in his depleted slouch, listing to the side, Tony looked dubiously at the cloth and her magical offer, trying to dredge up a convincing enough delivery to get that needle out of her to take care of it himself, his already flagging focus easily punctured by Jon's voice.

A vampire needed to eat, and this one had made a questionable choice. "You should take care of him first, something's wrong," Tony said, maybe a little tiny bit to redirect Lark's magical attention, maybe a little tiny bit guilty, maybe growing more than a tiny bit concerned that the guy he thought was drunk was suffering the consequences of drinking Tony Stark's destructive blood. Tony couldn't really explain the clumsy stumbling in the fountain that had left them both soaked, or partially carrying Lestat up to the room; what did come out more easily was, "I think I killed him." As much as he didn't want anyone else seeing how vulnerable he was, this confession might as well come with the murder weapon, so Tony finally allowed the nanoweb to slip away and go dripping back down his neck under his collar. Along with the animal claws that had pressed into his cheek, his neck had been torn by a clumsy bite, a ragged rip through the skin where Lestat hadn't properly been able to sink his teeth in and instead was dragged down Tony's shoulder.

Lark was careful in wrapping the bandages around the bared wounds on Tony's neck. She tore the cloth bandage with a small gesture that still managed a perfect tear that should not have been possible. Then she pressed the end against the rest of the wrappings and it wove together. With one final whispered word the thing applies light pressure and warmth.

"There. I'll help with the cheek in a moment."

Because she's heard Jon, and can put together his implication. While she has no idea what a vampire was, and it was clear the man was not actually dying, well, she'd ensure the man stayed for Jon to speak to. She reached out a hand toward Lestat, letting her magic flow outward, sinking into the man's clothing. The fibers of his clothes constricted, pulling tight, until his arms would be at his sides and the fibers of the arms woven into the body of the shirt. His pants were busy in a similar way as well.

"Jon, what's going on here? You seem to have a better idea than I do. Are we in danger from this man?"

The Compulsion made Lestat sneer, doubting it's power. But soon found he could not leave no matter how he willed himself to do, and leveled a dangerous glare at Jon as he spoke.
"Are you offering?" he spat in annoyance, and turned his head in surprise at Tony's worry for him. He'd half ripped the man's throat out and was prepared to do far worse, and here he was advocating for him.

He was distracted from this strange behavior as he found himself yet further constricted, hissing as he was bound by his own clothing, twisting violently and causing himself to topple over. He seethed, coughing up yet more blood and feeling quite humiliated. "*Mange tes morts!" he growled sharply in frustration.

(*fuck off!, but literally translated 'Eat your dead bodies' :D )

While Jon scowls at those words, he doesn't react to them otherwise. Certainly not by verbally retaliating.

"The only thing I am offering is information - And a warning." Which only feels fair. "The population of this city isn't large. Therefore will be quickly known if you attack anyone. And there are beings on this planet that are more willing to return the favor than those of us currently present here are." He gestures from himself over to Lark and Tony. "This you should be mindful of."

He proceeds to produce his phone and opens up the database entry about the blood vines, turning the device to show a picture of the plant to the vampire. "These are blood vines. They grow over in Sh'Ka and their berries store the blood the plant harvested from living beings. These should be able to sustain you until we can send out a request if anyone is willing to donate blood under controlled conditions once everyone gets released from Calibrations." This should cover the actually useful information as well as a general warning about what Lestat may face when challenging Temba's population.

Jon lets those words settle before his eyes narrow and he crosses his arms, exhaling once before his tone turns sharp for a more personal addition. "I will watch you. And if you hurt my boyfriend again, I promise you that I will make the sun itself shine out of your ass." Nope, he is not letting this slide.

Lark worked so smoothly and confidently that Tony didn't have the opportunity to argue any further, if she had even heard him the first time or took any notice of his sluggishly anxious hands plucking at her sleeves as she moved. "It's fine, I'm fine, no one's in danger," he muttered, maybe especially now that Lark had done her magical work, not that he would admit to that, and his tugging at her dropped down to her hip to try to stay this binding she was doing of Lestat. He fell back into his seat as Lestat dropped, feeling like he might be sick himself, if he could spare the water.

Jon taking confident control of the situation was mildly reassuring, maybe the vampire wasn't about to die from Tony's poison blood if Jon didn't think so as he laid out what was about to happen so surely. After a beat, still heavy in his chair with both hands pressed to his chest, glancing between the three of them like he thought someone else would say it, he asked, "Have you always been this hot?"

"Language," Lark reminded the man as she sighed. That wasn't going to do much. But she stands back for the moment, held by Tony's light tugging. That doesn't mean she releases the man.

Perhaps because she's so busy thinking. Jon seems to be implying something, and put together with what Tony was saying... Well, she sighs.

"Tony, dear, if you could resist flirting with your love for a moment, I need a favor. There is a glass in my room through that door, just by the bed. Could you slip in and fetch it. Feel free to finish the water. Come back, and don't let Little Bear through."

Then she finally moves forward, especially given Tony's released her. She moves to the bound man's side and she considers him.

"Is what Jon and Tony are saying correct? You consume blood as nourishment, and something in Tony's made you ill?"

It was a whole, whole lot to take it. Not wanting to appear weaker than he all ready felt, Lestat tried to not show just how overwhelming it all way, from that utterly foreign and fascinating piece of technology, to the strange fruits in some place he doesn't know, and the people away in 'Calibration'- isn't that something you do with an automobile? Boyfriend. Ah.

His eyes slid over to Tony, listening to his heart beat- still weak. It had started weak, but somehow he seemed less close to death now than when he'd first scented him.

He'd never had a human call him out for what he was before. Not ones he wasn't about to eat at least, and it was strange to be faced with these questions.

He groaned out a laugh, shaking his head. "His blood is the reason I'm not all ready dead."

A good amount of Jon's focus is pulled away from glaring at the vampire in favor of casting an incredulous look back at Tony and spending a few moments showing off his best fish on land impression in a not entirely successful attempt at not turning beet red. "E-excuse me-?"

Yes, that's what he has to say to that. Fortunately Lark is there to keep everything together and make sure this little gathering is pulled back on track.

It's the vampire's attitude that puts the scowl back on Jon's face. "That's not a laughing matter. Are yu willing to cooperate with us or are you going to be a pain in the ass?"

With only a twinge of apology for interrupting Jon's command over the room, and a lot more delight that he had been the one to manage it and still fluster Jon so thoroughly, Tony raised a hand and an eyebrow back at that blush as though to ask how else he was supposed to be reacting. Lark's gentle instruction suggested this might not have been the best time to press the issue, though that didn't stop Tony from continuing as he struggled to his feet, "Okay, but pretend I still am, everyone act like I'm still here and being completely obscene." That solved the problem of finding the energy to do it himself, anyway. He shuffled gingerly off, lingering at the doorway to support himself, then again as the dog pushed his nose through the crack and Tony found he had to spend more time flirting with this new creature. He'd find his way back eventually, maybe.

These young men, all they could do was flirt. Really, Lark was just so amused by them some days. For now she kneels by Lestat.

"But you need more to stabilize, correct? Would it matter who you had it from?"

Clearly she would not ask of Jon and Tony, but given who she was and what her beliefs were, of course she would willingly offer to even a man who had hurt another, just to give him a chance.

Meanwhile, there was Little Bear, whining and barking. Please Tony, just let him in to growl at the scary things. It's his doggy duty!

So it's love then. He eyed that flush and rolled his eyes at the pair of them. "Have I been *less* than cooperative?" he snapped, arching a brow at his current position. Yes, he'd torn the man's throat out. And yes, he would have drained him completely if whatever strange power hadn't continued to throw him into the fountain. But within this room he'd more or less been on his best behavior.

Looking up at the woman he tried to probe her mind, amused to find her sentiment to be genuine. His eyes drifted down along her neck and he nodded. The poison in his system wasn't helping, but with blood he would heal. "...I have certain preferences," he said, looking her over with a pointed smile, "But it shouldn't matter."

Jon watches Tony moves to the other room, doing his best to convince himself that now, that the wound has been taken care of, he will be fine.

Though he also catches the way Lestat ogles Lark's neck, which earns the vampire another glare as Jon plants his hands on his own hips. "Jesus Christ. She's offering to help. Can you not act like a fucking creep about it?"

His expression turns concerned when he shifts it over to Lark. He has at least an idea of what she intents to do. "Are you sure about that?"

Tony was totally fine. After he managed to get up off of the ground, he might even remember what he came in here for. It probably had not been to calm this dog down, that wasn't usually what anyone expected of him, but someone had to kneel down and wrap their arms around the surprisingly formidable beast do get it to stop whining, and that it let Tony rest his head on its furry, warm shoulder was just a temporary bonus while Tony's vision cleared. He couldn't be actively napping while he muttered, "Good boy, nothing to worry about, good boy..."

Yes, he is being rather creepy, isn't he? Lark sighs and looks to Jon because his question is more pressing.

"I am. I am of the Living Circle, and I believe all things must be in balance. Including this. What I might give willingly will spare it being taken from others. I no more judge a wolf for its hunting than I would this man. Though I suppose with higher reasoning such as he has, he should be held to a higher standard. Which is, of course, why I sent Tony for the glass."

Because she is going to do this like someone civilized. Which means the man was going to have to deal with a water glass of donated blood.

"Speaking, of, he should be back by now."

Little Bear, of course, disagrees with Lark. There is a man here who is cuddling him while he's very distressed. This is so much better. He's even being called a good boy. His whimpering diminishes a little, his tail wags freely, and yes, unless blocked very effectively, Tony was going to get some doggy kisses.

"She asked a question. I answered. How am I being a creep?" Lestat asked, arching a brow. "You're the ones who have me trussed up like a Christmas goose."

As for the glass, Lestat had indulged that way before, though he preferred the theatrics that came with it- of slowly draining the victim through the night, having them watch as their essence was sipped at like a fine wine...

Jon lets out a sigh at Lestat's comment, shaking his head. This one will be a treat to have around for sure.

"I will go check on Tony. He may have run into some... Interferences." He informs Lark. She obviously is very capable of keeping the vampire restrained, especially with how the man complains about his current situation.

He walks over the the door Tony has passed through not long ago only to have that very door bump into a blockade made of dog and man as Jon tries to open it. Looks like a certain someone that has been out of town for too long needs some rest.

"I hate to interrupt." Jon announces himself and waits.

Doggy kisses were practically impossible to block on a good day, everyone knew that so no one could judge Tony's largely ineffective attempt to dodge them while moving as little as possible, his reassurances now interspersed with complaints like, "I don't think we're there yet, pump the breaks." The minimal movement mandate was interrupted by the thump of the door into his flank, knocking him out of his kneel and onto his hip as this also dragged the support of the dog away, sending him back to sniffing at the opening in the door and this new person.

"Liar," Tony accused, knocked also into the reality that someone else might see him so he had to get moving again, and he had a job to prove that he could do. He went crawling away, grabbing at the nearest furniture to help drag himself up before the crawling got too pathetic, bringing him luckily level with the glass that he was meant to be getting. "Lark wanted this, come on, you're wasting time," he said, holding it out to be taken with a very cool lean on the bed.

"Correction," Lark says pleasantly to the bound man, "I am the one keeping you bound. Jon is just being Jon, and he is protective of those clearly."

As is she. But she did other things too, but for now she was just doing her best.

"For tonight I shall do my best to assist you, but I will require a promise from you. You will not harm another to sustain yourself. I will do my best to assist you until we find some suitable means to support you without that."

He stared at her with narrowed eyes. He would have refused out right if not for whatever force- the man or otherwise- that had thrown him into the fountain. Of course Lestat couldn't be sure if biting someone else would have the same effect without a larger sample size.

His features shifted into a stiff smile. "...of course," he swore. It was anyone's guess how genuine he was in that overly sanguine response.

With Tony moving away from dog and door it's Jon's turn to keep Little Bear inside while squeezing his way into the room. By the time he has closed the door behind himself, one hand carefully keeping the large dog's curious nose at bay. He's not as used at dealing with dogs as he is with cats and it shows.

"Glad to see you back in one piece." He says and moves forward to accept the glass, the frown on his face not ceasing to exist. "You look horrendous. And you owe me an opology for leaving without a word. But that can wait. For now-" He points a finger at the bed Tony is using for support. "Get some rest. Your body needs to recover."

And he has a glass to hand over to Lark.

It wasn't his best look, but Tony still frowned back at the observation, already irritable in time to argue, "There were words--" then track Jon's pointing with a tortured sigh, like he was being put in time out. Maybe he wouldn't get in Lark's bed, but it was very inviting to sink down to his knees again where he could rest against it, blowing another irritable sigh as the stinging in his cheek reminded him that he was definitely ruining her sheets, and muttering to himself, "You can ignore them, though, you're right, doesn't matter." Should he still be worried about the vampire?

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Perhaps at this point we split to two threads? Boys cuddle and lark feeds?

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Jon still has a glass to deliver I guess

sorry i got lost