middaeg | open-ish

Who: Trevor Belmont and others
When: first half of the month prior to the event
Where: various places
What: mostly planned things with cr but also an open prompt concerning the doll quest
Warnings: Trevor being Trevor, blood drinking, monster fighting, other things tbd

dolly mine quest

[ Early in the evening on this particular night, if you happen to be taking a stroll nearby a certain toy store, you might happen to spot a little set-up that's been done some ways from the store on the cobblestone path. There's a table, four chairs, small little cups with saucers, and a teapot placed in the center of the table. All miniatures. If you're thinking tea party? You'd be thinking right. And who loves tea parties? Dolls love tea parties. It's a cute little set-up. How could any doll resist coming over to have some tea?

But near that little set-up is also a box. Yeah. A really BIG BOX that's tilted on an angle with a stick propping it up... angled to drop down over the little tea party and catch some dolls. How? With the near invisible string that's tied around the stick propping the up the box and runs up up up all the way to the building beside the toy store with a head peeking over the side. No, not a doll head. A vampire's head. Who, just so happens to spot someone strolling by his trap. ]

Psst! Get away from that! You'll scare the dolls off!

[ That sure is Trevor now-a-vampire-but-still-a Belmont shouting in a whisper at you. ]

other things?
(( if you'd like to do something specific with Trevor, feel free to shoot me a PM or a PP at escaflownes on plurk and we can work something out! o/ ))

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[ Iramaat is leaning on the table, a half-empty mug in front of her, eyes drifting over the wall behind the bar. She's not paying much attention to anything else - just the pattern on planks, maybe. Her lips are turned down slightly, cheeks flushed a little from drink. She's so distracted she doesn't actually notice him until he sits. She blinks at him for a long moment and tries for one of her usual smiles, but doesn't really manage it. ]

Every time I meet you, there's alcohol involved. Not that I'm complaining.

[ There's a bit of a loose quality to her words. She's drunk. ]

You can complain about seeing me, but never about the drinks. That's where I draw the line.

[ He offers her a bit of a smile before he takes a swig of his drink and he notices the way she doesn't seem to really be her... usual self? Well, she wasn't entirely the last time either. Shit's been a little difficult the past couple of months so yeah, he gets it. He was just, you know, sort of hoping she'd be seeming a bit better the next time he saw her. ]

So how many have you had so far? Need to know how much I need to catch up.

Oh...

[ She hums and looks into her mug. ]

Maybe three. Or four? I haven't been counting.

[ She's just been drinking. ]

So you're going to have to speed up, I think.

Well, shit. Sounds like it.

[ He offers her a soft chuckle as he looks down to his drink before his attention falls back onto her. ]

Been doing ok?

I thought I was.

[ She takes a long pull from her mug. ]

But now she's gone, too. So maybe it's something about me.

[ She sounds incredibly self-pitying. ]

[ He's about to take another swig of his drink when Iramaat speaks and he comes to pause, tankard dropping away from his lips as he looks to her and... wonders if that's what all this drinking is about. If he had to guess? Probably. ]

She?

She was going to bond with me. And more than that, she was - I was fond of her. Genuinely.

[ Iramaat puts her head on her hands and turns it so she can look at Trevor. ]

Just like my bonded before. Gone.

[ That's... unexpected?? To hear that she had lost another bond. It's exactly what they had been talking about the last time they had run into one another. Bonds. Trusting people. Wanting to bond with someone you trust and maybe even like a whole lot. So to hear that she had found someone for that, only for them to disappear... shit.

He's quiet for a moment, gaze dropping down to his drink before he sets it down on the table and he looks to her a little more softly. ]

I'm sorry. That's... fucking shitty.

It's my lot in life. Divine punishment for all of my sins or... something.

[ Another drink. She's being mopey and full of self-pity and she knows it, but she's marinating herself in it anyway. At least for a night. ]

That's how it is now. The universe has it out for me.

I know how that is. God has it out for me. Or at least likes to shit in my dinner for fun.

[ And yet he can so easily gulp down a mouthful of beer without being grossed out at the thought. ]

Do you... know what happens when a person leaves here? They just... go back to wherever?

Well, we can at least share in that together...

[ She lifts a hand in a flicking, dismissive gesture. ]

No idea. Probably they go home. Or maybe they get snatched to another, different place. I cna't follow them, though, so what does it matter?

[ He hums, feeling a little guilty now for not knowing anything about the worlds any of his friends and all come from here. Andersen and Asahi... he had no idea if they were going back to something good or terrible but maybe it's best he doesn't know, because if it was the latter, it'd make him feel even worse for them. ]

Guess it doesn't.

[ To which he takes another swig of his drink. ]

You want another one?

Please. I am not drunk enough.

[ She probably is, but she can hold her liquor. Maybe. ]

I hope you're managing better than I am, at least. Feeling sorry for myself in a... tavern. Never done that before. First time for everything, right?

[ With a signal for another round of whatever it is Iramaat is having for herself, he finishes off his own drink and lets an arm swing over the back of the chair he's taken for himself. ]

One day at a time.

[ Lips lift up into just the hint of a smile before he puffs out a sigh. ]

This place reminds me why I don't usually do friends. People just up and disappearing. Who needs that in their life?

I thought I didn't. But I can't help... wanting to meet people. Wanting them. And I keep finding them and losing them and maybe that's just my lot, now.

[ She is definitely feeling sorry for herself. She accepts the new drink and starts in on it. ]

Besides, cutting myself off would be even more miserable, I think. I'd rather have people than not.

You sound like you depend on people.

[ That... sounds a bit harsh but. To clarify: ]

Not that there's anything really wrong with that. Just, you know, shit happens and they can't always be there for you. No sense in getting down about it, right?

I didn't use to!

[ That sounds a bit more like a whine than anything else. ]

Which is why this feels so off now. When did I care about loss before? Never. That's when.

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