If you'd taken a pirate or selected blood as your first priority, you would have spent your first night in a bar. There might have been sea shanties.
If you'd asked Henderson to bring you live animals to eat, I would have rolled for animal rarity. I was really hoping you'd end up with something bizarre like peacocks.
[X] Don't correct him. Change the subject.
-[X] What's fun around here?
-[X] So, what are you studying?
-[X] Could you not call me a girl, please.
Eh, this works for me. Iffy on the correction, given that they bemoaned not having the energy to explain it (and we can't try to play it off by virtue of being a vampire like we tried with Lisa), but it makes sense to try anyway.
[X]Don't correct him. Change the subject.
-[x]What's fun around here?
-[x]So, what are you studying?
-[x]Could you not call me a girl, please.
Better not make this any more awkward than it already is.
"I'll try to stay out of your hair," you promise. "Though I can't promise not to have questions. I want to get to know the area."
Kathy seems to pull herself together, pinning on a smile.
"No, I'm sorry. Can I get you something? There's just pizza…."
It's pepperoni flavored, dripping with orange grease, and you are deeply uninterested.
You glance at Henderson.
"A glass of wine, if you have some?" You tell Kathy, "I ate earlier. I'm more wired than tired, to be honest."
"One second," he says, getting up and heading into the kitchen.
"So, stuff to do," Kathy says, "What are you into? The colleges have a ton of events, and there's hiking and museums if you're into old man fun."
"You know… if you have call me a guy or a girl, old man would be a little better."
She wrinkles her nose at you.
"If I have to?"
"Gender roles are bull-" how old is she? And a gentlewoman- "Frustrating."
That gets a laugh, and she relaxes.
"They're total BS, yeah. I mean, I like flowery stuff, but that's just me, right? People would get totally weird if my brother wore a pink dress to work."
She is currently wearing blue jeans and a white blouse with little tulips on it.
"Just call me Morgan."
You do not reinforce this with a telepathic command, because you are polite.
"So, how long was your flight?"
"Felt like a hundred years or so."
You accept a glass of wine from Henderson, who goes back to his pizza like a starving wolf.
"I know Henderson's an economics professor. I'm a professional rich layabout. What about you, Kathy?"
"She's applying to colleges this year. Nursing."
"Noble profession." You consider. "Not a doctor?"
"I don't want to deal with medical school, I just want to help people," says Kathy.
You remember to sip your wine. Red, liquid, and nearly a good placebo. You find yourself with a half-empty glass.
"Do you know what movies are playing this week?" Henderson asks his daughter.
The conversation devolves into an intense discussion of which film you should go see, if you were going to go see a film, and who would go with you, if you were going to go see it. Kathy is happy to accompany you, Henderson is happy to go in her place. They each have very different movie preferences, you might want to just go alone. You say you'll think about it.
Both of the humans have had a late night. Kathy goes up to bed with a wave and a smile and a 'Nice to meet you,' and you accompany Henderson into the kitchen.
You refill your wine glass, which is mysteriously empty.
"I'm going to impose a little on your time, tonight. Could you find someplace in town that sells animal blood in, hm, quantity? I have some catching up to do."
Henderson is sorting dishes into his dishwasher.
"Is this a hundred years of catching up?"
"It doesn't quite work like that. I ended up not in a place to eat, and a while I fell into… stasis. You don't get hungrier in stasis. But I was very hungry when I fell asleep."
"Fine."
That's all? Just 'fine'? You peek at his surface thoughts. If he has to share a house with a vampire, he wants the vampire to be well fed. He's also feeling very betrayed that vampires are real. What's next, Santa?
He finishes with the dishes and grabs his keys.
Fine, then.
You're in a better mood as you head back upstairs to find your many, many folders. You're going to look through them, see if your new house keys include a key to your library case, and Henderson may not be comfortable, but he's agreeable, at least. You have a lot of prep work to do before you can get into any real magic, but there's time. Maybe you'll take a walk later.
Best of all, Henderson not believing in vampires suggests he's not in touch with vampire hunters, which is wonderful.
You kick off your shoes and settle down in your armchair to flip through folders. You are the proud owner of a three-story townhouse on one acre of land, with modern amenities installed in the 80s. You do a little math and conclude they are not that modern anymore. You also have the newest, fastest internet connection, an expensive desktop computer, and a cell phone. That's nice.
Your new identification shimmers with magic. You read the instructions.
"Morgan Williams, twenty-six."
The writing on the various little plastic cards twists disconcertingly, and settles into new patterns. You are now also the proud owner of a driving license, passport, and other documents attesting to you being Morgan Williams, twenty-six. You also have a bank card.
You drink more wine, and go through the next folder.
You're spending how much on dependent expenses?
It takes you a minute to figure out how to work the phone, but you have your accountant's number right there, so you call him.
"These are not normal business hours," says a dry, cool voice from the machine in your hand. Handy, but weird.
You have another gulp of wine. It's moderately soothing.
"We have an agreement," you remind him. "You wanted me to call."
"Yes. You are correct," he says tonelessly. "How was Europe, Williams?"
"It's Morgan. I wanted to double check the numbers on the dependent expenses."
He tells you a number that makes you wince. "They're high this year because seven of the children are in university."
Seven. Well, if Wyatt had children, and those children had children, and those children had children…. You didn't leave explicit instructions against it, you agreed to pay for schooling for future children, but….
You're preoccupied with the new shape that is becoming clear to you. Yes, it would be very convenient, wouldn't it, to have all the benefits of employment without the trouble of an employer. You are not going to rush to judgement yet, it will certainly depend on how well you like the current generation of caretakers, but you will have to decide how you feel about this. In the meantime, you need to decide how open to be with your accountant about your recent misadventures. You trust him with your money, and he keeps his word, but it's showing weakness to an old predator. He doesn't like liars.
[]Lie. Europe was very nice.
[]Tell the truth. You've been locked in a stone box for a hundred years and they had zero permission to spend your money that freely.
[]Obfuscate. You've been preoccupied, and you weren't expecting the details, but you're happy he brought it to your attention.
[]Write-in
Adhoc vote count started by Wysteria on Apr 23, 2019 at 1:18 PM, finished with 13 posts and 6 votes.
[X]Obfuscate. You've been preoccupied, and you weren't expecting the details, but you're happy he brought it to your attention.
-[X]IF he presses, tell the truth.
He is definitely immortal - he's been Morgan's accountant for 200 years or so.
He might be a dragon. Last time Morgan thought about asking he gave you look and you decided to never think about it again. Terrifying!
Morgan doesn't know how old he is. He doesn't know how old Morgan is. Morgan prefers to be at least 1 city away from him at all times. Phones: best invention.
He is definitely immortal - he's been Morgan's accountant like 200 years or so.
He might be a dragon. Last time Morgan thought about asking he gave you look and you decided to never think about it again. Terrifying!
Morgan doesn't know how old he is. He doesn't know how old Morgan is. Morgan prefers to be at least 1 city away from him at all times. Phones: best invention.
In terms of an ecosystem, vampires are ambush predators and parasites, anyway. No matter how powerful a vampire you might be, your first instinct will be to seek advantage, strike from darkness, etc.
Morgan is definitely an apex predator. Just not the only one in the world.
[X]Obfuscate. You've been preoccupied, and you weren't expecting the details, but you're happy he brought it to your attention.
-[X]IF he presses, tell the truth.
By the sounds of it we have the legal advantage, but this guy is probably stronger in a fight.
[X]Obfuscate. You've been preoccupied, and you weren't expecting the details, but you're happy he brought it to your attention.
-[X]IF he presses, tell the truth.
By the sounds of it we have the legal advantage, but this guy is probably stronger in a fight.
Morgan is not sure who would win in a fight and does not want to find out. Even if they win they're down an accountant! Do you know how hard it is to find a good immortal accountant? Very hard.
[X] Obfuscate. You've been preoccupied, and you weren't expecting the details, but you're happy he brought it to your attention.
-[x] If he presses, tell the truth.
I like this combination the best. We are polite but not necessarily giving lots of info away for free, but if he asks...sure why not.
[X] Obfuscate. You've been preoccupied, and you weren't expecting the details, but you're happy he brought it to your attention.
-[x] If he presses, tell the truth.
I also like this one best. It isn't volunteering unnecessary information, but it also isn't lying, and it also puts us in a position to correct if the lack of disclosure is taken in offense.
I think we also kinda chose lesser specialization in terms of personal combat, didn't we? So we're definitely weaker in a fight than an average combat specialist of our age.
I think we also kinda chose lesser specialisation in terms of personal combat, didn't we? So we're definitely weaker in a fight than an average combat specialist of our age.
Morgan has minimal combat experience and zero experience as a soldier or officer. Their best combat skill is unarmed, though they have used swords and axes before. They throw an excellent punch, but generally their solution to someone wanting to fight them is either talking, mental arts, or magical. Morgan does have excellent reflexes and physical strength - about average for a vampire their age.
Morgan has minimal combat experience and zero experience as a soldier or officer. Their best combat skill is unarmed, though they have used swords and axes before. They throw an excellent punch, but generally their solution to someone wanting to fight them is either talking, mental arts, or magical. Morgan does have excellent reflexes and physical strength - about average for a vampire their age.
[X] Obfuscate. You've been preoccupied, and you weren't expecting the details, but you're happy he brought it to your attention.
-[X] If he presses, tell the truth.
[X] Obfuscate. You've been preoccupied, and you weren't expecting the details, but you're happy he brought it to your attention.
-[x] If he presses, tell the truth.
--[X] But don't throw any of our minions under the bus. We agreed to pay schooling for future children, and even if this isn't precisely what we expected neither has it truly left the bounds of what we approved. Besides, educated potential minions are more useful potential minions.
