1. San Francisco 2022, October 7th(RP)

October 7th, 9pm
The sun set about 2 hours ago. A light rain blows into the city, from the bay. The city's alive with the sound of traffic; people heading to bars, and clubs; locals and tourists.



In the alleys, dark penthouses, and shadowy corners of seemingly mortal establishments is a world that not all are privy to...

Giulia had been for her customary run. The night was the best time as the many colored street lights and signs served as beacons for her, guiding the way and telling her how long she had left. As her feet hit the ground, she varied her pace. Crossing her legs, wider strides, occasionally skipping for periods, she was determined to make the most of it even if it meant looking foolish. To hell with them.

Nearing a park with stone benches and wooden planks, she stopped to tie her laces. The air was clear and the night’s indigo washed over her giving her confidence. The benches would provide excellent vaults and it would be a great opportunity for her to practice her leaps and arm work.

She never knew, there might even be a quiet friend somewhere nearby. I post workout snack.

Erik stands in the alley, feeling the rain hit him. Standing there as he takes in the sights and sounds of the nighttime traffic, Erik smiles a quick predatory smile as he steps out of the alley and onto the sidewalk.

Walking along with the flow of traffic, Erik moves with a purpose...even if he doesn't have a destination. Looking around at the humans that are moving around him, Erik wonders what they would do if they knew the truth. The truth of what really walks in the night. Allowing himself another quick smile, Erik continues down the sidewalk.

Feeling boredom begin to settle in, Erik makes his way over to where the high-priced bars and nightclubs are located. While he doesn't feel to hungry, Erik does feel like seeing what's on the menu.

October 7th, 9 o'clock Hour | Giulia

From the edge of the park, under a stand of trees, the strong scent of cigarette smoke wafts toward you. The cigarette's cherry blooms red as its smoker draws upon it. A young mans features are illuminated for a brief moment...

...A "young" thin-blood. He leans against one of the trees watching you.

October 7th, 9 o'clock Hour | Erik
Mortals scurry across streets, car horns blare. On these higher-end streets, people wait in lines hours to get in to the cramp, ear-numbing clubs.



I'd imagine you'd see one such club, that you frequent--mortals waiting in the cold and damp, dressed both elegant and provocative.

Erik heads towards the one club he knows will be packed. The Olympus...the supposed home of the Greek gods. Yet now it's the name of a popular night club.

As he walks towards the door, Erik smiles as he sees the doorman. With Marko on duty it'll be simple to get inside.

As Erik continues towards the door, Marko catches sight of him and removes the rope from the stanchions and nods his head in respect as Erik continues through.

Returning the nod with one of his own, Erik opens the door and walks inside the club.

October 7th, 9 o'clock Hour | Giulia
He takes one last, long draw from his cigarette thing flicks it toward the nearby glow of the damp street.

Looks like he's building courage.

"Help?" He looks around nervous, then focuses his gave on you, Giulia. "I mean, uh, maybe." It's more a question than a statement.

"I've--we've--seen you round here." He motions across the street. You'd be able to just make out a couple shapes huddled between two run-down Queen Anne style homes.

He holds his hands at his sides, non-threateningly. "We don't know--God, this sounds stupid--we don't know what to do. You know? We're... new. You know?"

"We've seen others, like us. But you seem... approachable?"

It's clear he's trying to get a gauge of your attitude toward him, Giulia. It's also clear that he's in some form of distress and not sure how much he can say yet, or if approaching you was even a good call...

October 7th, 9 o'clock Hour | ErikOlympus is as crowded as always. Music with heavy bass; dance floor shoulder to shoulder; lights colored and strobbing; servers and staff in provocative takes on ancient Greek tunics.



Staff who know you, Erik, would be happy to take you to one of the bottle service tables.

A dapper dressed promoter, known to you, sees you walking through the crowded room and heads in your direction.

Giulia quickly becomes impatient with the man’s saying nothing but always talking. Irritated beyond belief that her exercise regimen has been interrupted by this odd being’s quiet muttering, Giulia is perhaps more blunt than should would normally be.

You don’t look like you’ve come for a run, but it’s not a bad cover. Come with me a couple of times round the park. Maybe you can start with who you are, why you’ve been ‘noticing’ me, and what the problem is.

Erik watches as the Promoter moves to intercept him. Since He was in a decent mood, Erik waves him forward so they can speak over the music. Erik watches the man approach...He must be one of the newer employees.

As the man approaches, Erik's hearing picks up the man's voice. Mr.Larson...it's a pleasure to see you hear tonight. Is there anything that I can do for you tonight?

A private VIP booth upstairs. Something with a view of the bar and dance floor. Erik follows the new guy as he keeps the way upstairs.

October 7th, 10 o'clock Hour, a San Fran Park | Giulia
Dawing comes to Patrick's face and he nods in understanding and agreement. He joins you for a run.










Patrick seems to still be unused to his new existence and body, and his gait is rather awkward. He elaborates as he keeps pace with you.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm--we're all--still having trouble with all this. Up until two months ago I was still...human. And now, I don't know, I guess I'm," he half laugh half sobs as he says, "a vampire. It sounds so stupid! I mean, not for you. For me."

He seems lost in thought for a few paces. "So this guy...he did this to me in some seedy loft in Haight Ashbury after a party and just left me like this. I didn't know what to do...waking up like this. I don't know, the body just kinda took over though. Anyway I found others like me--you saw them back there. And we've been kinda looking out for each other--some of us still work even."

"But a couple weeks ago this woman...another vampire," he chuckles at the absurdity of it all, "she breaks into our apartment and," pause, "killed Heather."

"She came after the rest of us but we got out of there quick. But she's killed two more of us since then. She calls us "thin-bloods" or "abominations", and that we shouldn't exist."

He stops now counting on Guilia to stop with him. "But we DO exist and we didn't ask for this. But we don't want to die now. Die, die. We've been looking for others--other vampires--to help us. Or at least to tell us what to do! Well?! What do we do?"

October 7th, 10 o'clock Hour, Club Olympus | Erik
The second floor of the club is scattered with private booths, far enough apart from each other to offer privacy to the VIPs who occupy them. Bottle service and food is provided here, and nowhere else in the club. The throbbing bass of the music is lessened up here.

You're led to a spacious, dark both that overlooks the dance floor.

The promoter introduces himself as you go. Once your situated he says. "Mr. Larson, I was told to tell you, if you came in, that a Mr. Halvor Akre would be expecting your call, if you'd like to use our private line."

Craig has already flagged down a devastatingly attractive server to bring you a bottle of CLIX Vodka.

"Just let me know if you need the private line sir. Or anything else I can get you."

Erik found himself intrigued as he heard Craig speak. I'm unaware of this...Mr. Halvor Akre and of what he could possibly want. I'll use the private line to contact him. I'll ring if I need anything else.

October 7th, 10 o'clock Hour, Club Olympus | Erik
He nods, looks around inconspicuously, produces a small key and unlocks a case attached to wall of your VIP booth. He pulls a phone from the case--a landline--and leaves it on the table. Then he nods at you, turns and leaves.






One of the buttons on the phone blinks in a slow, consistent pattern, asking to be pushed.

Watching the crowded dancefloor, you'd be drawn to one of the club goers...they fit your profile exactly. When Erik picks up the receiver and presses the button, he'd hear a faint click then a few rings before hearing a voice on the other line.

The voice is thick with a Norwegian accent. You'd swear you'd heard it before... but can't quite place the face. But Kindred, you know.

"Mr. Larson? It's been awhile since you have been to Elysium. I'm extending an invitation for tomorrow night. For you and your coterie."

You'd describe the voice as smiling.

Elysium... Erik thinks to himself It's been a solid couple of months since I've been there. Why would they be extending a personal invitation to come back?

Erik takes a moment and thinks the offer over. I'll admit Mr....Akre I'm abilities intrigued by the personal invitation to the club. Those are not exactly handed out every night. I graciously accept your offer and will see you tomorrow night at the club.

As Erik talks on the phone he finds his attention on the blonde woman moving about on the dance floor. An obvious beauty she had a grace about her that kept Erik's attention on her and no one else's.

October 7th, 10 o'clock Hour, Club Olympus | ErikYou hear the smile in his voice widen, lips against fang clear in the pronunciation of his words. "Not just you, Mr. Larson. Do not forgot your Coterie"

"Ha det." You hear a click as he hangs up.

You'd know Elysium in San Fran is a magnificent penthouse, high above the city at an exclusive address.

The mortal you've tracked with your eyes has headed to the bar.

You'd notice a rough looking mortal is also following her with his eyes, trying to be furtive. He happens to be in your line of sight as well.






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