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[doesntdohumble]

CHARACTERS: Eric Northman (doesntdohumble) and YOU
LOCATION: Eric's love pad An open, discrete lounge that Eric has commandeered for the purposes of feedings
WARNINGS: Vampires. Will update if/when necessary.
SUMMARY: A vampire's gotta eat, and there are more than a few kind souls out there who've volunteered themselves for the donation.
NOTES: Takes place during the entire month of December. A log for the purposes of feeding and chatting up a viking vampire who has no qualms letting people know exactly who and what he is. Prose or action are both welcome.

If you didn't sign up for feeding in his first post but want to volunteer to feed a vampire, go ahead and tag in! The more the merrier! Also if you just want to stop by to chat instead of feeding him that's okay too. Although Eric likes the feeding part a lot better.


Eric sits lounging on the sofa of the area that he's commandeered for himself, managing to look horribly bored and like he owns the place at the same time. He's waiting for company. He wouldn't be sitting in there if he weren't. He remembers a time when he didn't have to wait to do this on someone else's terms, when he could just take what he wanted when he wanted it and that would be that. But Godric has asked him to play by the rules, and he doesn't mind it too much, as long as he gets to enjoy himself a little in the process.

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[onsilksheets]

Bela was no stranger to vampires on board the ship. Over a period of a few months she was forcibly fed upon by Klaus, who didn't compel her to forget. She was also left with scars on her wrists, but they were faded now. The memories would always be there though and she knew they wouldn't leave her anytime soon.

She had remembered the announcement that was made a few months back in which certain vampires were looking for volunteer donors. Bela hadn't signed herself up for it but she did ask questions and after speaking with Kirk, she felt a little better about the situation.

As it stood, Bela had no idea about the open lounge and wasn't looking for anything like it but she came across the place by accident while she was wandering the ship. Pausing, Bela glanced around to see where she was and that's when she saw Eric.

Interesting.

[doesntdohumble]

Eric doesn't bother glancing up at the motion at the doorway. "Are you going to come in or do you prefer lurking in the doorway?" he asks, before finally swinging his head in her direction, raising his eyes to meet hers.

He recognizes her, of course. They haven't formally introduced each other, but they've seen each other around, and spoken several times. She's curious, he recognizes that. Let her come, let her poke around, let her learn. Maybe he'll get something out of it as well.

[onsilksheets]

"I'm not lurking." Bela replies, sounding a little indignant. She was just deciding whether or not she should go into the room itself. Raising her chin and maintaining his gaze, Bela walks in with confidence and stops a few feet away from Eric.

She wouldn't be surprised that he recognised her despite them only having a few interactions before now. Bela was curious and wanted to know more about him, about his history and how vampires were treated where he was from.

"Intriguing set up you've got here, Mr. Northman."

[doesntdohumble]

He quirks the side of his mouth, sitting back on the couch that he's set up camp on. "I try," he says, infuriatingly nonchalantly. Because all he's really done is just found a lounge and sat down in it and waited for them to come to him, as she has done herself.

[onsilksheets]

Bela sits down on the opposite end of the couch without even asking him, tilting her body in his direction. She settles back until she is comfortable, resting her hands in her lap.

"You had many visitors or am I the first?"

[birdskullwarrior]

7's doing her best to explore every inch of this ship that's available to her, examining every nook and cranny she can fit into. She's got a better understanding of this new body, but the surroundings and the life she keeps encountering is still startling.

So when she walks in on Eric, she freezes for a moment and just stares at him. Se wondered if there would ever be a day that seeing people just existing didn't feel like a weird abnormality to her.

At this point, she's using her 10" spear as a hair stick, pulling the dark strands partially off her face, and her former bird-skull helmet is strung around her neck. "Oh, uh ... hi?"

[doesntdohumble]

Eric raises an eyebrow at the newcomer. She seems...unsure about the situation and her surroundings, to say the least. Not someone that he's seen around before, although he hasn't really made a habit of noting every one of the ship's passengers, as it was.

He raises a hand to greet her, raising an eyebrow as well as he does. "Hi," he responds, echoing her choice of words back at her.

[birdskullwarrior]

She watches him silently for another moment before venturing further in the room and perching herself on the back of a couch.

"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" She hadn't had much time around humans at all in her world before they all died out, and despite her wary nature she found herself curious about them. Any chance to get to know them better couldn't be a chance wasted. Little does she know ...

[doesntdohumble]

Eric shakes his head and motions in front of him, as if to indicate that there isn't really anything going on at that moment in time. "Not as of the moment, no," he says, drawling in his usual, sounding somewhat bored and haughty and slightly foreign way. Perching on the back of the couch is a curious habit, he notes to himself. "What gives you that idea?"

[birdskullwarrior]

7 shrugs. There's something about his demeanor that makes her think of 1, and she tries not to rankle at the connection.

"I don't know ... I haven't had a lot of experience with humans, and they were all at war before they died out." She'd never really seen any just sitting about.

[akidfrombrooklyn]

Vampires, however much he knows of them from myths and legends, are a new concept in reality to him. But he's quick at healing, and although he's not entirely sure if the serum coursing through his veins will make any difference or not to the consumer, if it keeps their hunger at bay and protects others from harm if control is lost later on, well, Steve is willing to throw himself on the sword.

He didn't exactly sign up, but he's come along to check out the lounge, to observe how it works, and he isn't really that hard to pick out of a crowd as he wanders in.

[doesntdohumble]

Eric doesn't recognize the man when he steps into the lounge, but he recognizes that he's strong, healthy, which is good. There's a curiosity about the way he's handling himself that makes it obvious he didn't just stumble on the room. That bodes well. Eric isn't allowed to glamour the passengers into agreeing to donate, that has to be their decision, but that doesn't mean that he can't try and sway them in one direction or the other.

"You're curious," Eric observes, initiating conversation with the newcomer.

[shoyu]

Between his wanderer tendencies and his long shifts doing patrol around the ship, Soysauce has a fairly good grasp on the wheres and whats of the Tranquility by now. And it's right after finishing one of his rounds on security duty that Soysauce decides to drop by the lounge for a quick breather before going to turn his report in at the security office.

As much as the ship's been rather quiet lately, especially with so many people still stuck in those gravity couches, Soysauce still tries to stay upbeat -- head held high and a good-natured bounce to his step as he walks into the lounge. It only takes him a moment to realize that the lounge is already occupied, though, and he's quick to note the way the other seems quite content where he is. As if waiting for someone?

An owlish little blink before Soysauce smiles politely at Eric. "Good afternoon, sir!"

[doesntdohumble]

Eric nods in response to the newcomer's polite smile, a small incline of his head as the man sweeps his way into the lounge.

"Is it?" he asks, cocking his head to the side slightly, moving to lean against the arm of the couch. "Afternoon, that is. Hard to keep track of..." Is he looking to get under the other man's skin? Maybe a little. He gets a little thrill out of being just otherworldly enough to unnerve people. When you've lived for over a thousand years, you have to take your kicks where you can get them, after all.

[shoyu]

"-- eh?" Well, that certainly throws him for a loop. There's practically an audible scratch of a record jumping, and Soysauce just boggles at Eric for a moment. Blinking, confused, before backpedaling in search of an appropriate, polite response. "I, ah. I believe it is. Though one could also call it -- late morning, or early evening in a pinch?"

What a lame attempt. There's a rather uncomfortable sort of pause before Soysauce tries to change the subject. "May I ask if you're waiting for someone to show up? You look like you're expecting a guest of some sort?"

[doesntdohumble]

Eric shakes his head. "No one in particular," he responds. "Though I am waiting for someone. I guess you could say that I need a volunteer." He likes that he's put the other slightly on edge. It's a vampire thing, there's a thrill in being able to sense the other's heartbeat pick up and know that it's his doing. He doesn't mean much by it. Much.

[[ooc: sorry for the pause in tagging ): i was on a brief hiatus while i was out of state with no internet access to speak of. if this tag is too late for you i completely understand but i wanted to get it posted in case it wasn't]]

[shoyu]

Gosh, what an unusual person. Soysauce can't help giving his head a small cock to the side, a bit like a puzzled dog. Blinking owlishly at Eric's words before shyly rubbing a hand against his jaw.

"A volunteer?" He's clearly a do-gooder eager to help, even as he politely waffles over his words, and it must not be too surprising that Soysauce barely hesitates for a moment or two longer before standing up straighter. Smiling politely as he ventures, "-- is there something you needed any help with, sir? I'd be glad to offer my services, if it's anything within my capability!"

[ ooc ; no worries at all, i'd love to keep the thread going if that's alright with you! c: ]

/collects vampires because there should be an "old as hell" club

[elvenking]

Someone is unaware that Eric has laid claim to this lounge. Someone also doesn't really sleep, so in his meanderings, he simply stops inside to sit and read quietly. Really, this pad thingy is very handy, like having a library small enough to fit in your hand.

lmao there totally should be. also apologies for vampire manners |D or lack thereof

[doesntdohumble]

Someone smells really rather very interesting, as they sit across from Eric, reading like that. Not faerie, because Eric would recognize that, but something new, and that's exciting. When you're over a thousand years old, after all, there aren't a lot of things that are new and exciting anymore. Eric sits there for a long moment, trying to parse it together and put memory to scent in his head before he sits forward rather suddenly.

"What are you?" he asks, bluntly. "You smell..." He takes in a deep breath, trying to put a word to it. "...old."

[[ooc: lmao let me know if this isn't okay and i can totally change it!]]

It's okay. T isn't always very polite either.

[elvenking]

Thranduil glances up from his reading. If it were a young, awkward, bashful statement, he would have laughed merrily. Instead, this guy is acting like he's trying to pinpoint an unusual aroma in a glass of wine he's about to sample.

"To a mortal, perhaps." To an elf, Thranduil is fair-to-middling with regards to age. In other words, he's younger than the sun by 410 years, give or take.

lmao oh good, this could go well then |'D

[doesntdohumble]

Eric takes in another breath, another smell, sensing the other across from him. "To the immortal as well," Eric corrects him. He's certainly older than Eric himself. He's trying to put a pin on whether he's older than Godric as well. He repeats his question as he catches the scent of something earthy. "What are you?"

[[ooc: sorry for the pause in tagging ): i was on a brief hiatus while i was out of state with no internet access to speak of. if this tag is too late for you i completely understand but i wanted to get it posted in case it wasn't]]

[parkours]

"So. A vampire, huh?"

It's the first set of words that come out of Peter's mouth as he steps in to the lounge. There had been whisperings around the ship and he remembered the mentions that came here and there when they had functioning communicator devices, but this time around Peter had stumbled upon it after hearing of the room number and his own curiosity taking precedence.

Spider DNA mixed in with human DNA and then combined with vampire blood? Or something. The possibilities were near endless, but being the geek that Peter was, he wasn't inclined to simply pass it up. There was a responsibility he had to uphold, that was helping out anyone that needed it. Technically vampires don't need help, from the whole mythological lore that came with them, but then again, blood wasn't exactly a common food source on board either.

He folds up his sleeves out of nervousness, as if a blatant indicator of him going, "here feed yourself" but Peter doesn't exactly move closer to Eric, simply because, Erik is still intimidating from his perch on the sofa.

short tag is short, sorry >>

[doesntdohumble]

Eric raises an eyebrow at the newcomer and the first words out of his mouth immediately after joining him in the lounge. "Well," he counters, dryly. "Someone's done their homework."

8D

[parkours]

Peter scoffs, because the comment's funny on so many different levels, with him being a student, and then him doing his research on everyone on board, that he can't help but actually laugh out loud over this, easing the concern he has about the entire process.

“Yeah well, I mean what do you expect from me?” He shrugs helplessly and takes another few steps forward, putting him only a few feet away from Eric. “You guys don't exist where I'm from, so you know... it's kinda cool.”

lmao i'm sorry about eric

[doesntdohumble]

The eyebrow pretty much stays raised. It isn't the first time that he's heard vampirism described as being 'kinda cool', though it is the first time on board. All the other times were from the visitors back at Fangtasia that came to gawk at one of the first Vampire bars to open and pretty much put him and his kind on display. Some people made idiots of themselves in front of him. He wonders whether it'll come to that here or not. The kid is practically giddy at the thought of talking to him, after all.

"I can assure you that I'm very much real," he deadpans.