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[marquisdemort]

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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[in_extremis]

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.

[stitch_witch]

"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."

[marquisdemort]

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.

[beholding_archivist]

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.

[in_extremis]

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?

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

[stitch_witch]

Little Bear most definitely doesn't want held at bay. There are people here. Why are they not petting him? Oh, are they on the bed now? Little Bear hops into it, his muzzle sinking into Tony's hair to sniff at it.

Meanwhile Lark's nodding at Lestat, content with his decision.

"Then once I have the glass I'll see to it that you get something to help tie you over. I will not bleed myself dry for you."

But she does go to collect her bandages again and a pair of scissors. A cut will of course have to be made.

[marquisdemort]

"Yes, well, I didn't imagine you would volunteer your life," he acknowledged dryly, trying to shake his hair from his face.

"And are you going to leave me like this?" he asked, twisting pointedly.

Jon still has a glass to deliver I guess

[beholding_archivist]

Jon raises a brow at Tony's response and moves to the door, mindful of Little Bear while opening it just enough to peek out and offer the glass to Lark. "I hope you don't mind if we stay until Tony has recovered."

He tries not to show how anxious he feels not only about the state that Tony is in when he finally gets to see the man again, but also the response he has received from him. "Please call for me if you need anything. I would rather not leave him by himself."

sorry i got lost

[stitch_witch]

"Please do," she says as she takes the glass. "My space is yours, dear. Just let Little Bear stay with you, because I fear he will be... aggressive with our guest."

Once she's got the glass she turns her attention to Lestat. Time to deal with this. She pulls scissors out of her pouch.

"You'll be able to drink from the glass with your hands bound, yes?"