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[unfazeable]

Well, we haven't got vampires, far as I know. And one's brain doesn't usually collapse into agony after you walk past a certain boundary line from a very fancy house. We've definitely have got aliens and interdimensional travel back home, though, and those things seem related. So, honestly, it's that the rich white people in charge don't usually let you come to dinner with them.

You know what I mean, right? You look posh, but you're not a Balfour, back home. It's the weirdest bit. They give us clothes, let us drink their wine. Don't even try to have sex with us, even if everything else is about that. Isn't that odd?

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it is odd.
maybe it's because they're from here? they were here before any of us arrived, as far as i know.

[unfazeable]

Like wealth just works differently here? Maybe they haven't got a labor class like we know it, that sort of thing?

[begot]

no, i mean, maybe the rules don't apply to them in the same way because they have some affinity for this place.

[unfazeable]

Oh. Well that, sure. They do seem to come and go as they please and probably do other things I'm not aware of. On account I've been here for five minutes. You'd know better. Hopefully it's not always sadistic vampire men.

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this is the first time for sadistic vampires, as far as i'm aware. i have a very charming and polite vampire for a roommate, though, so don't let him color your opinion.

[unfazeable]

Oh, that's quite good as attitudes go. We had a bit of a metahuman prejudice problem back home. Actually sort of all started with someone here, but everyone seems to be getting on now.

Mind me asking who your roommate is? Be nice not to get to know how they normally are.

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i'm sorry to hear that. i can't imagine, when it's not even something you chose. am i allowed to ask who it was?

lestat, if you've seen him? he plays at the piano bar sometimes, he's quite good.

[unfazeable]

Think I shouldn't say.

[it takes ava a long moment to type as much. is it fair? is it not? poor woman just survived a weird immortal monster attack but doesn't seem to hold it against the rest of the kind. but wanda maximoff got bob's sign-off, and while ava honestly has no idea how much credibility to assign that, it'd be a shame to start a fuss over nothing.]

But if I hear of any trouble, I'll reach out. Promise. We're all in this together, or so I'm told.

I don't think I have seen him. I'll have to look in on the piano bar.

[begot]

we're all in this together.

[ Affirmation, offered easily. ]

i try to go once a week. you can come with me next time, if you want.

[unfazeable]

[dot dot dot, vanish. ('when?')

dot dot dot, vanish. ('yes i'm excited.')

dot dot dot, vanish. ('what should i know about piano bars?')]

Sure. Sounds great. Glad I've met someone who knows their way around.

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[ Without hesitation, by contrast: ]

okay, yay! 🙂 tomorrow night work for you?

[unfazeable]

[does it? does it not? what is the standard reconnaissance time on a piano bar. ava cannot remember whether or not she's ever murdered someone in one, but if she did, it certainly wasn't located inside a billionaire's mc escheresque british mansion with its sundry vampires and seven sentient libraries.]

Yeah. Cool. What time?

[hopefully, somebody's in the piano bar tonight. a minimum sample of fifteen women with a pattern of dress recognizable to the uninitiated? it can't be that hard. if only lestat liked to play piano in a dive bar. or an urban battlefield.]

[begot]

[ For Amy's part, even beyond the more surface-level performance of gratitude (genuine gratitude, to be fair), it's— nice. Normal, in comparison to most of what she's experienced in the past week or so. (Even a dive bar would suffice, though a battlefield — not so much.) ]

let's say eight? lestat saves a table for me, so we don't have to worry about getting there early.

[unfazeable]

8 works for me. Looking forward to meeting your vampire. And you, outside of the shit.

[even if an urban battlefield would be a lot more straightforward. hopefully some things are transferable. like courage, research skills, a mild weakness for apparently sincere blond women who happen to be nearby at a time of disaster.]