GREYBURN - THE NEW ABBEY

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

(( Trinity DKender - )) By and by, Leo and Babette were returned to the new abbey and their ramshackle makeshift bedroom with Ellen. Theo and Scar didn't have any words for Leo, but appreciated her presence and food. As of yet, they were still spending all their time in the swanky tank - exploring in this poorly heated antique would be a death sentence for the dim beasties.

Ellen-
"... I don't even know what to say. Hopefully every night won't end up as tricky as that. Well, you have phones now, so maybe you can chat with your friends for a bit before dawn. Myself, I'm ready for bed."

       
                             Ladeez-
                              "..."

((So, here's the haps! I want your guys to do one of two things - spend some time doing internet stuff & give some internal thoughts about the temptation to look into what old friends and family are doing, maybe succumb to the temptation to reveal their secrets somewhere, whatever they'd do of that sort.

OR, have them call up one of the other kids and start a conversation! Off limits because we've already RP'd the end of their nights sans phone calls: Eli, Jason, and Trevor... and Sophie because Danielle isn't around. So think of a reason why ur guy would not have called one of them, or go with option one.

What would you do, getting back on the internet for the first time after almost a week of madness? Depending on the option you go with, we'll create a new thread for the conversation, or something...))

[Trinity]

Leo kept Theo and Scare on her left forearm, using that warming trick she learned awhile back. With her free hand, she was fiddling about with her phone, downloading music and taking a couple pictures of her snake - Flash off of course.
The thought of her death eventually occurred to her, and she wondered how her father was handling it. She stood in silence, staring at the screen as she went to Lookit and punched in the key words 'Trileon Muningham, Lychgate, Death.'
Her dad was sort of a well known guy, there has to be some information somewhere about him regarding her death. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wasn't sure if she wanted to see the results.

   
".."

[DKender]

Oh, the limitless possibilities that unfurled at Babette's fingertips! Internet, internet, internet! She considered visiting social websites and reading the lamentations of her friends and family, but that would be too dreary, even for her!

Maybe she could learn more about vampires.

She entered private browse mode and typed, "Real Vampires in Harlan Conspiracy" into Lookit.

Then, her phone beeped. What's this, now? She checked the message ...

It was August with a gun. Of course.



"LEO! Have you seen August's sexy new girlfriend? They make the cutest couple!"

Babette fired off this message to August:

Very nice. Wish we had that when the crowboys attacked!!! XOXO <3 Babette <3 XOXO

PS <3 <3

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Leo found this article on the Harlan Observator's website:

BUS CRASH KILLS INDIE FILM CREW

HARLAN, HPN- Many families and community members are in shock and mourning after a bus accident claimed the lives of a dozen  young independent filmmakers, celebrating their first release, a vampire film named "Lychgate." Details are unclear as there were no survivors and no witnesses, but the rented bus apparently lost control on Harlan Rt-09 near the 321st street ramp, smashing through the guard rail and being completely destroyed as it crashed into a condemned building below, setting it ablaze. No one else was killed in the incident.

The names of the following victims have been released to the press, the last victim remains unidentified: the director August Hayes, cast members Chloë Blue, Babette Delaurier (screen name Valentine), and Ru Knight, promoter Courtney Humberbee, editor Jun Kato, art and design crew Elias Rojo, S'fiso "Sophie" Xhu, and Trileon Muningham, composer Quinn McCreedy, and technical hand Cameron Bogart. Hayes and Kato were international students from Antearctos and Kohon respectively. The families of all victims are planning separate funerals.

The police say the unidentified victim is likely a tall, fair-skinned man with light blue dyed hair named Jason.  Police are open to receive any additional information from the public, as of press time.

No mention of Leo's dad, but then, no mention of Quinn's parents and they were even more wealthy, from what she gathered. Not as newsworthy as the tragic event itself, though the article did seem kind of short for such dramatic doings.






Bopping back over to the secret browser window, Babette saw a number of results.

BLOOD QUEEN's GARDEN - "...are Real Vampires...in Harlan the lords of the night walk among...a conspiracy is absurd. To claim otherwise..."

TRUTHNET - "...the real vampires are sucking the money from...try to dismiss us as conspiracy nuts, but...Bankers, reptilians, they drink the blood of goddite babes..."

HORRORBOYS - "...a conspiracy to cover the existence of real vampires...What do you know? Your in Harlan with all..."

and many more, with decreasing amounts of relevance to the search criteria.

[Trinity]

   
"..."

Leo briefly scanned the article. They couldn't even identify Jason? Weird.

"Hwhat? Yeah that's cool. Hey, have you seen this?"
She offered Babette her phone.
"Makes you wonder how they pulled that shit off."

[DKender]

Babette held the phone up and skimmed through the news story. She considered the many possibilities: did the vampires kill their doppelgangers? Maybe it was all an illusion?

"I'm sure that our new families have police contacts. They just lit a bus on fire and ensured that we were listed as casualties. That seems reasonable, doesn't it?"

She adopted a concerned expression.



"You aren't planning to attend your own funeral, are you?"

[Trinity]

She shrugged and took a moment to set the snake down carefully in their tank.

"I dunno.. Maybe. Just to see my old man."

She rubbed her forehead, presumably in thought. She was never very fond of her father but she wanted to see his face again, just to make sure he wasn't taking things too hard. There was no telling what he would do if left by himself. He could barely function when she was there.

   
"I can.. I can disguise myself. I'm good with makeup. That could work, right?"

[DKender]

"You could do some creative contouring, wear a wig. But I warn you ..."



"The funeral will haunt you."



"Or maybe it won't. You seem tough. Speaking of tough, some crow-boys beat me up earlier. It was frightful, just like elementary school, when the angry bully girls pulled my hair. How's your training coming?"

[Trinity]

"Woah, crowboys? You actually got to fight them? Lucky."

   
"My training? I don't want to brag, but.."

Leo pulled out the gun from the back of her pants.

"August wouldn't stand a chance against me."
She held the weapon carefully, pointed away from Babette.
"Oh man, you should have seen it! There was like, these two guys, right? One of them shot Sophie and she went all monster-mode, then I totally snatched the gun and pick pocketed the other guy! And shot him in the knees, but, whatever."

She did a couple action poses with the gun and pretended to fire, making 'pew pew' noises with her mouth. Suddenly, she looked star-struck and took a step back to spin with her arms outstretched. Was she giggling?

       
"And don't even get me started on Fran! She's something else, Babs, I'm tellin' you."

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Ellen briefly poked her head out of the covers to the talk of violence...

Ellen-
"..."

...then disappeared again.

[DKender]

Waaaait a second. Leo seemed awfully giggly. Was she infatuated with an ancient, undead martial artist?

"Fran is trouble, Darling. That's not a bad thing, if you like trouble. But ..."



"Hold on ... somebody shot Sophie?! With a GUN? Is she quite all right? Are you?"

[Trinity]

   
"Trust me, I like trouble."

   
"Sophie's fine, Fran took care of her. She didn't talk much afterwards, though. Me? I couldn't be better."

She carefully set the gun down on her bed and went to lean against the wall next to the snake-tank. In her hand was an old leather wallet.

"The guy didn't have much on'im. Couple Glenmarks, some old receipts.. I'm a regular undead superhero, eh?"

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

(( DKender Trinity - methinks you guys can find a good wrap-up spot for this convo without me & then I'll move ye on to the morrow.))

[DKender]

"Oh, quite. Or an undead anti-hero. Either way, you're my hero, Darling."

She hopped next to Ellen, reclined on the bed, and crossed her arms over her chest like a corpse in a coffin.

"The morning is nigh. O! We slip into black unconsciousness. Yet there is no mercy in sleep, because the dead can dream, and our dreams are nightmares."

Babette considered that.

"Actually, last morning, I dreamed about a long red carpet covered with flower petals ... it was fairly pleasant."

[Thy Dungyeon Maestyr]

Glancing over, she could see about a fourth of Ellen's face poking out from beneath a duvet. Either she slept like a dead person with her eyes open, or she was looking at Babette without the slightest emotional affect. Disturbing. The green eye was still.