Who: Eric, OT Laura, Santana, Adrian and Dawn
Where: His yet unnamed club ("Death & Taxes" is okay, but Eric and I both think that there's something better out there), Main Road
What: Meeting his new potential new hires, and Dawn
When: Sunday, March 8th (after
this post) - Evening
Status: Log, incomplete
Note: This can be multiple threads, or they can all come in at the same time. I'm not too fussy.
After privately exchanging messages on the network with Laura, Santana, Adrian and Dawn, Eric had sent them the location of his new (yet unopened) club, as well as a time and a place to meet. Like Fangtasia, it had a basement. Although unlike Fangtasia, it wasn't a pit for people to die in. It had been modeled into a modern-looking Speakeasy, which was part of the allure of the place for Eric. He liked the idea that there could be a bar above ground, and something a little more private underneath.
Anyway. Right now he was standing outside the establishment, looking pale, even for a vampire. After hearing of his dilemma, the good Dr. Lewis had offered to donate blood on his behalf (and donate the old fashioned way as well, as she wouldn't let him bite her no matter how much he protested). He was sure that he could have glamoured her or just about anyone to get what he wanted, but he'd play the good little vampire for now. At any rate, while she tried to sustain him until he found willing people to feed from, or the scientists created a
decent synthetic blood, it just wasn't enough. It never seemed to be enough.
But enough about that. The tall vampire straightened his posture when he saw a figure approaching, glad to take his mind off of his hunger, even if only for a little while. "Hello there," he rumbled.
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