Gathering: New Guest Reception

[concierge]

The black sign positioned in front of the Dining Hall's main entrance reads:

New Guest Reception
TODAY
6 PM - 8 PM

All guests welcome

In the Dining Hall itself, the chairs have been pushed up against the walls and the long dining table turned into a buffet stocked with finger foods. At the far end of the room is a small bar serving beer, standard cocktails and non-alcoholic drinks.

Comments

[onamissiontocivilize]

Will's still pretty firmly on the side of the argument that's going with this is a fucking hallucination, but since he's not really in the mood to get bitten or killed or whatever vampires do, even in a hallucination, he's just going to go with the plan of pretending to take the guy seriously and not piss him off. "Yeah, no," Will says. "I have a staffer who's into the fringe stories--Bigfoot, aliens, Occupy Wall Street--so if there was even a hint of vampires on the radar, he'd have tried to pitch it to me already."

[vikingvamp]

"Clever staffer. He's probably going to be eaten alive someday," Eric mused. "But clever right now, certainly. Where do you come from, then?"

Eric wanted as clear a picture of the humans in this place as he could get so he knew exactly who could be exploited and who was best left alone.

[onamissiontocivilize]

"New York City," Will answers. "2011." Normally he wouldn't add a year, but since this place seems to run on its own schedule, it can't hurt. "You?"

[vikingvamp]

"Louisiana. 2013," Eric offered in kind. "I think I prefer your version. Your year is a much better one for me."

He wasn't entirely sure how someone traveled through time but then again, he wasn't discounting it. He'd seen weirder shit.

"This place is a whole other level of fucked up, though."