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[niceguyferatu]

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W0, SUNDAY

[niceguyferatu]

[ Ah, well. What's this now? This is Vlad sourly sipping at a glass of gin at the bar. He's hunched over and silent and staring straight ahead like the bar itself has wronged him deeply. ]

[housewolf]

[Omi will be walking in from the kitchen.]

Did the alcohol slight you or something?

[niceguyferatu]

[ oh, christ. someone actually spotted him. he drags a hand down his face and directs the sour look at Omi before simply shaking his head. ]

[housewolf]

Not feeling great?

[He's still going to come over and pour himself a small amount of sake.]

[niceguyferatu]

[ the answer to that is really not something that can be communicated through gesture, so Vlad's first instinct is to speak. And what comes out is: ]

Magabunta lawa.





[ ...oh jesus.

He immediately grabs the bottle of gin and tops off his glass before starting to chug. This is BULLSHIT. ]

[housewolf]

L...lawa...?

[He doesn't know Vlad's cursed. RIP.]

[niceguyferatu]

[ Just. Draaaaags a hand down his face. Fuck this, talking obviously isn't going to work. He holds up a finger before wandering off in search of a pen. I'll be nice and say there's one just elsewhere in the common room, and when he returns to the bar he grabs a napkin and begins to write. ]

Taragulg bluyvhng imbultwine

[ then he slides that over, as if it's all the explanation in the world. ]

[housewolf]

[He looks down at the three words, and then slides it back over. Incomprehensible.]

Is this some sort of code?

[niceguyferatu]

[ Vlad raises an incredulous eyebrow, but when he looks back at the napkin, he realizes what he's written. His eyes go wide in horror and he just barely keeps from dropping his head flat against the bar surface. He crumples it and throws it. Fuck throwing it in the garbage properly, it just lands wherever.

Then he decides to grab another napkin and try again. This time, he goes for drawing: two rectangles crossing over each other that he then holds up over his mouth as if it's tape sealing his lips shut. ]

W0, post trial

[niceguyferatu]

[ This is Vlad in the kitchen, surrounded by an array of baking ingredients: flour, cocoa powder, butter, eggs, so on and so forth.

He's reaching for the baking powder that he's laid out on the counter, which, due to his singleminded BAKING BRAIN he's not realizing is encroaching on Omi's space. ]

[housewolf]

[Omi's here with so many different batters because he cannot deal with thinking right now. If he's thinking about cooking, if he's doing anything else, then he can't think about how bad that trial went.]

Hey.

[niceguyferatu]

[ Well, Vlad can't match Omi's calmness, so. Sorry. ]

Do you need the baking powder or not?

[housewolf]

[He did almost get voted for, so valid.]

I'll use it after you.

[niceguyferatu]

[ He'll measure the right amount out carefully, gently....and then DUMP IT VICIOUSLY into the bowl and start whisking it vigorously.

He slams the can of baking powder down on the counter and it sends a tuft of powder up into the air. ]

[housewolf]

[Meanwhile Omi is very carefully measuring his out, gently putting it down.

And then very aggressively mixing his batter.]

[niceguyferatu]

[ ...huh. another angry baker. unexpected--especially from this very chill-ass dude. ]

Hmm. You too, then?

[housewolf]

You have more of a right to it at the moment.

[Considering he almost died today.]

w2, monday

[niceguyferatu]

[ Here's Vlad, rummaging around in the kitchen like the little rat that he is. He doesn't think anyone can see him scrounging for snacks, but, well. Here's this very prim and proper sophisticated man who is almost always wearing a suit, hunched over the open fridge door like a gremlin, holding a block of cheese. ]

[housewolf]

[ You idiot man, what are you doing over there. Omi lets him get away with rummaging for a while before he speaks up. ]

Did you want some crackers to with the cheese?

[niceguyferatu]

[ He straightens up immediately, shutting the fridge door behind him and fixing his posture to look like the prim and proper man that he is. ]

Yes, actually, crackers would be quite--

[ oh. oh no. Apparently that eye contact was just a bit too much, because all of a sudden Omi will see--

an expansive basement laboratory, opening up to a variety of tools and weapons...and a pair of siblings that leads to a football field cage match. (16:40 - 19:15)

It hurts to do, really--seeing Jazz snooping around his lap, Skulker dropping Danny into his lap and realizing that Jazz does indeed know about half-ghosts, and, therefore, is likely to have ulterior motives. He really had thought she'd come to her senses, seen that he really was the better father, and it stings to think that it might not be the case.

Having her fight Danny is the only way to find the truth. How else can he possibly prove that she isn't just lying to him, trying to fool him? And that, if successful, he'd also have a weakened Danny he could keep for himself as well, well...that's just a bonus. ]

[housewolf]

[It's only a few minutes, but it's a packed couple of minutes.

Vlad is a very strange man. What was with the robot coming out of the portal? There are so many questions. And normally he would be polite about asking after it, but-]

Why do you have a secret lair?

[niceguyferatu]

[ He stiffens, ever so slightly. Who are you to judge him, Omi? ]

I'm still a scientist at heart. I prefer to have a place where I can engage in my own work from the comfort of my home.

[housewolf]

Behind a secret lever of a gold football trophy?

[Don't think he didn't notice what was going on with Jazz. She was suspicious, and she had a reason to be.

Outwardly though, he's relaxed, going back to his cooking.]

[niceguyferatu]

[ well, if Omi's going back to cooking, Vlad is going to relax a little and grab some crackers out of the pantry as Omi suggested. He's in the clear now, right? ]

The castle came with such clandestine passageways when I bought it.

[ is this true? fuck if i know! maybe the dairy king was eccentric enough to put them there before vlad. ]

[housewolf]

Weird castle.

[He is not in the clear, Omi just knows when to keep his thoughts to himself. At least neither of the siblings are around here.]

And the portal thing?