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

[weighted_reality]

"Like limbo," Arthur suggests, curious to see Nick's reaction to the word.

"Can't say this is my first trip, but it's definitely up there on the list for strangest."

[malachai]

"I grew up calling it Purgatory," Nick grinned, still loving the irony that a demon of his ilk was raised Catholic, "but it amounts to the same. And if that's where I was, I'd still be there. It would've taken a fuckload of prayers to get me out of there."

He regarded the other guy. "Your first trip to limbo?"

[weighted_reality]

"I think so." He hopes so.

It seems that he's the only one here who knows anything about dream sharing, which has him very concerned. It's as if they're all projections of a dreamer, strange and obtuse.

[malachai]

There was a sense to the guy that had Nick wondering enough to try looking further into the guy's head. He was surprised, visibly, at the mental equivalent of shark-filled moats and iron bars on the windows.

He was human, but his mind was well protected and you didn't come by that by accident.

"Lot of strange shit in the world," Nick said blandly.

[weighted_reality]

Even awake, Arthur has several years' worth of training to fall back on for mental defenses and when the alarm bells go off, his brain gets the armor on.

"Indeed," he replies. Arthur keeps his tone bland, but his eyes are piercing.

[malachai]

Nick did nothing but laugh when he felt the iron bars intensify. Whoever this guy was, he had some impressive mental skills for a human. "Ease the throttle back, man. I'm not going to go poking around in there uninvited. No matter what the evil part of me wants, the other part was raised by a God-fearing Catholic woman with a low rudeness tolerance."

[weighted_reality]

"And here I thought vampires needed to be invited in first," Arthur quips.

[malachai]

Nick was still grinning. "Sorry. That only works on houses, and only in the movies."

[weighted_reality]

"I'll have to see what I can do about crosses and garlic without looking too garish." What will the point be if it will get in the way of a good suit?

[malachai]

Nick thought about the other vampires he'd met on the island and considered. "Take my advice? We're not all of us from the same universe here, so I'd check around before you start tossing garlic and holy water on someone with fangs. It might help, but it also might just give you a wet, overly spiced and pissed off vampire."

[weighted_reality]

Arthur gives Nick his usual thin smile, appreciating the humor of the situation.

"I'd hate to offend someone."

[malachai]

"You remind me of one of my trainers," Nick said, utterly unable to stop matching the other guy's smile. "One of the few I've met that can say something that appears to be an answer, but really isn't. It sounds good when you hear it, but the more you think about it, the more you realize it didn't actually answer the question."

[weighted_reality]

"I can't say I do it on purpose," Arthur lies.

"I suppose I resist the straightforward in favor of the elegant."

[malachai]

"What I wouldn't give to put you in a room with Savitar, just to see if you could out-enigma each other," Nick laughed. "Probably cause one hell of a whirlpool, though, talking circles around each other. Still, be amusing as hell to watch."