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Tweak says, "SOPA sucks!"

Ethan Chandler (somenightwork) wrote in valarlogs,
@ 2015-05-15 02:19:00

Entry tags:

!open, ethan chandler, jonathan harker, vanessa ives, victor frankenstein

Who: Ethan and OTA
What: Hootenanny
When: Thursday 5/14
Where: Ethan's homestead
Rating: Keep it PG-13, folks
Status: Open

Honestly, he's not really sure if anyone will show up. Which would be pretty damn depressing, considering the point of having this damn party is to cheer himself up, but what can you do.

Guests or not, everything's all set up on the vast lawn Ethan calls his yard. The music is loud and classic rock flavoured, since he figures no one can argue with that (and if they can, they can keep their mouths shut). Tables are set with meats and cheeses, veggies and dip, and some premade sandwiches, with desserts and sweet treats on their own table. Since he didn't want to bother with trying to set up a full bar, he's got coolers full of beer, individual servings of wine (what a nifty invention), and those bottled ready-to-drink cocktail things. No straight hard liquor in sight, just in case.

He'd chucked a couple of beach balls into the pool to make it look festive and strung up some lights in the trees, for after the sun sets. Hopefully, it should be a good time.

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businesslike
2015-05-15 09:20 pm UTC (link)

The rest of the juicebox went down Jonathan's throat in one smooth gulp, head tipped back, he finished it. Now would be about the time when he went for something stronger, but it didn't seem like that was an option. If he drank enough peel-back wine glasses, maybe that would take the edge off.

"Mina Murray, yes," he coughed again, and he felt a pang of something strike him like a lance, right through him. "We're engaged. In my dreams, I mean." And he loved her - that was just it, they were in love because they were in love, not really any complications about it all. They worked on the household budget together and laughed at each other's stupid jokes. It wasn't really the stuff people would be sobbing dramatically over.

He knocked more ashes off his cigarette, absently. "But what happened, then? In yours, she got involved with vampire hunting somehow?"

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anewprometheus
2015-05-15 09:29 pm UTC (link)

In contrast, Victor's peel-back-shiraz was all but forgotten. The dreams were already strange. This was an entirely new, entirely unexpected, and entirely delightful twist.

"Mina Murray," he repeated. What were the odds? "I don't recall you being there. I think I'd have remembered that." Though Victor had a lot going on with his own issues beyond the vampires.

"Oh, yes. She's being used as bait, we think. To lure in her friend Vanessa. All I know is that she got taken by some vampire some night. Her father seems convinced she'll be one of them by the time she's found. Hence myself and Van Helsing looking for a cure."

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businesslike
2015-05-15 09:53 pm UTC (link)

Jonathan practically sucked back the rest of that cigarette - no short puffs, or dragon-breathing out clouds of smoke in sleek circles, but instead it was a race to the finish line and a hazy cloud he breathed out before using the empty wine cup as a place to stub out the embers. Wouldn't do it on the ground, as he was far too polite to litter Ethan's property with cigarette butts.

"Bait," he snorted with disdain. "That's...that's pretty terrible, I'd say. I can't fathom her turning into - " No, that wouldn't happen either. At least not where he was, in his nightmare world, right? Mina was far away from Transylvania, and he was grateful for that. "Well, let me know if you ever discover that cure. I don't think we're on the verge of anything like that where I am."

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	anewprometheus 2015-05-15 10:02 pm UTC (link)
	"Jonathan." Victor finished off his own cigarette, using his friend's empty cup as an ashtray as well. "I dream about reanimating corpses. Everything involved in my dreams is pretty terrible." He didn't sound too torn up about it. Victor was disturbed by the subject matter, yes, but his fascination was stronger. "And what, exactly, is happening in your dreams?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

businesslike
2015-05-15 10:28 pm UTC (link)

"Point taken. But do you ever think that's going to really sort of...come back to haunt you? Doesn't it always?" Had it ever been successful, anywhere? The dead were supposed to stay dead. That was the only sure thing in life, death. Well, that and taxes, as the saying went.

The talk of his dreams meant Jonathan was lighting up another cigarette, offering one of his own - they had a different sort of taste to them, kind of a smooth smoke. Some brands were like sticking your head into a chimney. But regardless, he and Victor would be chainsmoking in the corner like the classy fellows they were, until either the party ended or they both decided that enough social interaction was enough.

"So, what's happening is that I'm playing house with a vampire only I don't actually know that yet, and I just had another where I cut myself shaving and he nearly pounced, but surely you're asking, why is this guy watching you shave? I'm also pretty sure he watches me sleep, which is either flattering or creepy, probably the second." Inhale. Thank god for cancer sticks.

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anewprometheus
2015-05-15 10:36 pm UTC (link)

"It has, in a way. I abandoned my first creation and made a second, better one. But the first came back and killed him. It's a mess. I'm remarkably desensitized to it, somehow."

Victor happily accepted the cigarette. It was a fair trade off. Though he preferred the punch of his own, if he was honest.

"I am asking why." Victor stuck his free hand into his pocket, effectively closing himself to everyone but Jonathan. "I assume he's not going to kill you. Or he would have, right? -- Actually my experience with vampires tells me they're assholes, so he may be biding his time. That probably wasn't too comforting, I'm sorry. Maybe you look nice when you sleep."

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businesslike
2015-05-16 12:01 am UTC (link)

God, Jonathan really hoped that he wasn't going to just dream up that point and then simply...die. At the hands? Fangs? Something like that, of a vampire. It seemed far too pointless - shouldn't he have his boundaries pushed, and be slowly nudged to the brink of something first, some sort of precipice, before finding his way back? Wasn't that how these things worked?

"Maybe I do," he laughed roughly, tapping his cigarette to knock the ashes off with his thumb. "Better than drooling, or snoring." Mr. Harker had apparently missed the memo about how you shouldn't cut yourself shaving in Transylvania, it was against the law (well, next time don't skulk around like a creeper if a man has a razor in his hand). Then the pompous ass threw that travel mirror out a window, rude.

If anything, it had just shown dream Jonathan that it'd been a good idea to wear that crucifix after all, even if at first he thought it was nonsense.

"But really, to watch someone sleep? He should have just invited me for popcorn and movies on Netflix."

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	anewprometheus 2015-05-16 03:58 am UTC (link)
	"Well, then." Victor took in a large breath and downed a good portion of his 'wine.' "Cheers to our fucked up dream alter egos. And what have you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	businesslike 2015-05-16 04:20 am UTC (link)
	That was as good of a toast as any to make. "Cheers to that indeed," Jonathan snickered, and blew out a stream of grey from his mouth, a thin stream of it, and stubbed out the second cigarette. It wouldn't be the last. And see, Victor, that wine wasn't too bad, was it? Okay, just kidding. It really was. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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