Who: Malakai & Erik Northman What: Meeting Where: Club 13, NYC When: Tonight. Warnings: Uh. They're vampires, so if you're squicked by talk of blood? Yeah. Also swearing.
Somehow, this didn't particularly ruffle Erik's feathers, so to speak. He'd seen so much weird shit in his days that this was simply another unscheduled travel plan. A one-way ticket to a land he didn't know. At least he had some position of power, and some particularly interesting company in his first day. His interest in the changes, the differences of the world -- No Queen, no Sheriffs. He didn't know what to think of that. So he immediately began planning. This Malakai person, he had a synthetic blood subsitute - one that if it was any good, he'd be able to market exclusively in his club - and thus gain an upper hand to any other vampire in the city. From there, he could simply make a network of other vampires that were trustworthy and levelheaded, and they could keep peace within their own.
He was taking in the fresh air, so to speak, up on the rooftop lounge of the club, taking tallies of what kind of people were drawn into this club. He wanted to keep the general spirit of the place but start to twist and mold it to his liking. It was going to be a vampire club by the end of August, and he could make it happen. However, in his planning, he was also waiting for Malakai. He kept an eye on the entrance downstairs as he perched on the ledge of the building, waiting for the other vampire.