Hit the lights!

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Who: Nicki and Sherlock! Or anyone else that comes by.
What: Play time 8D
Where: 2nd floor common area
When: Day two, night
Status: In Progress
Warnings: Nope!

Both Eric and that odd man in the journal had told him that there were more people in the house. More people, and blood, more actors. Once Nikki had decided it was safe, he poked his head out of his door, and looked into the quiet common room in awe. It was bright, and happy. Huge and warm. Other doors along the hall were marked like his was, and he took a mental note of his door number. This would be perfect. Exactly what he needed.

Cut to a hour later, and he was almost done a very crude, small stage in the room. The curtains were made out of bedsheets (As was his cape), string and other things held the stage together, which was made out of random things. Mostly wood from his fireplace, and a big pile of books laid strewn next to it. 200 years worth of playwrights he’d sucked in. He would stop to play his violin here and there, loud and crazy enough to wake the dead. Or a very moody detective.

He was still in the same clothes. Messy white frilly shirt, leggings and boots to his knees. His hair looking as crazy as he was, half tied in a black ribbon that was loosing the battle. A crown made out of tinfoil, which he thought was an amazing substance.  His cheeks, though, were flush. He’d tracked down blood from the Medical Ward (And stolen a few rolls of gauze to put parts of his stage together)

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Victoria had seen the stage over the journal.

She had seen it, and she had to admit that she was equal parts concerned and worried, but she was interested as well. And really, when did common sense and cautiousness ever win out when Victoria got curious? The answer is never. There was a slight nervousness, though, given that the person who built it insisted that he was a vampire, but Victoria figured that, should she need to call for help, someone would hopefully be close by.

Everyone knew vampires weren't real, anyway.

Victoria walked down to the second floor from her room and into that floor's common room, trying to be as quiet as possible. It was quite a sight, and she paused momentarily just to take that in. And that was when she noticed the pile of books. She walked over to one and picked it up, starting to flip through it.

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Ahhh! The theater was coming together. He was far too excited to meet people, and he was hoping for more that didn’t yell. He was next to her in a blur, moving faster then people could see “You’re the lady from my journal!” he said happily, he was obviously from the 1700s, his clothes said it all. He put his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her cheeks “Bonjour! Welcome! I’m Nicki” he dramatic little bow, and let out a giggle. He’s totally nuts “Forgive me, my last stage was much bigger” he motioned to the...thing..he'd made "I had a whole theater, in Paris. Very popular, terrible company though"

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Victoria jolted and nearly dropped the book; instead, it slammed shut as she scrambled to catch it.

"Yes. Yes, I am. I'm Victoria Winters." she said, trying not to look too wary. She might have winced as he unexpectedly kissed her on both cheeks, though. But only slightly. Oddly enough, she seemed completely unfazed by his clothing. If anything, it reminded her of someone she knew back

Victoria tilted her head a bit to the side as she listened to him talk, but then she managed a smile. "If it was as terrible as you say, though, then why was it so popular?"

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"Oh we were fantastic, I wrote all the plays, the audience adored us. Theatre of the Vampires, I called it” he said proudly, spinning alittle where he stood, and hopping up on the makeshift stage “But they were insufferable to live with. They’d crawled out of the catacombs, all of them, from some satanic coven. Crazies, the lot of them. Made wonderful actors, terrible housemates” He swung around on the stage, he always moved when he was happy, complete opposite to the catatonic way he went when he was upset

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She held the book of plays closer to her as she talks, almost defensively, as if the book would somehow protect her in case she needed it to. She averted her eyes away from the man and then back to him as she shook her head.

"Vampires. That was only a stage name, right? For show?" Victoria asked. "I know you mentioned something about it before in your journal, but..."

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“Oh no, that was the beatify of it. Vampires pretending to be humans, pretending to be vampires” he laughed out loud “A complete circus and travesty of what we were” as if to prove something, he moved off the stage and behind her before she could blink, and tapped her shoulder playfully

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Victoria tried not to look too unsettled, but, to be honest, she was probably doing a terrible job of it.

"I'm sorry," she said, shaking her head. "I think you might still be pretending," she said. She gave a hesitant smile before he was gone, and then reappeared right behind her. She jumped and spun around at the touch and took a step back from him. "How did you do that?!"

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Another loud, happy laugh “I move faster then you. I’m stronger, more flammable, and I’m utterly dead” he held out his hand, he was deathly cold, and his fingernails had a glass quality to them “I’m the undead. Child of the Night, whatever you will. Im hardly a threat, I need all the actors I can afford"

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"Hardly a threat?!" Victoria asked, her eyes widening. She stood her ground, though, despite the fact that her instincts told her to take another step away from him, and she shook her head again. "If the - if you are what you say you are, and the stories are true, you could kill me in an instant!"

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"Well of course I could, but so could a well aimed arrow, but you don’t need to be undead to do that” he shrugged alittle “Have you ever acted? I mostly play the violin, but I’ll act when I have to. I made makeup too, out of the white stuff that comes out of the walls when I kick them” he pointed toward his room “Im not as strong here, either. I fell out of my window the other night and it hurt quite a bit”

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Victoria bit her lip, her eyes darting toward the door, but she decided to humor him. He didn't seem to be terribly threatening at the moment. And besides, what she thought before still stood: there were others in the house should she need to call for help.

"Only a little," she replied to his question about acting. "When I was little, the foundling home I grew up in would put on plays, and I was in a few of those.

"You play the violin? That must be lovely," she said, and she smiled. And then, her concern started to kick in when he mentioned falling out of the window. "Oh no! Are you alright?"

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"Im quite fine now. I was fighting what I believe were invisible midgets, when I tripped and rolled out the window” he made a face, like he was going to get upset, but it snapped to happy again “But! I found a garden outside. And another vampire” Nicki was happy to see at least one person like him, and he did like the tall ones “I haven’t met very many people, I’ve been taking things up and down the stairs all day, they change, you know” That was how he was teaching himself what things were. Running up and down the stairs

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Victoria mouthed, Invisible midgets? silently, but snapped back to the conversation with a little jolt of her head. The man wasn't making much sense, but enough that she was able to follow.

At the mention of the other vampire, she paled and felt her stomach drop. "There's another?!" She couldn't hide the expression of shock on her face. How had that one slipped by her? Victoria realized that she hadn't been paying very close attention. "Of course, I haven't met very many people myself."

"Yes. Every level is a different time period," Victoria said with a nod.

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"Yes!" he held her arm when he said it, very excited "I watch things evolve, hundreds of years right in a second. It’s a utter marvel!” Of course, he was just dragged out the 1700s, everything was amazing for him “And there’s these lovely ladies outside, they wash their bloody clothes, they just let me talk for hours” Poor, poor spirit omens

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Her eyes drifted to his hand on her arm and she tried not to tense up, either from the cold or the surprise. "Yes, it is. I couldn't believe it when I first saw it," Victoria said honestly. She had been nearly obsessed with historical things for a few months now, and this whole situation was like a dream to her.

"Bloody clothes?" she asked with a tilt of her head. "What happened to them?"

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“I have no idea” he stood back up straight, and blinked “They didn’t talk, just washed the clothes. I assumed they were just shy. I also found a dog I think I’m going to keep, if he’ll stop disappearing” he randomly picked up a book “And the library! All my friends wrote books, you know? Half of them are utter lies, and Im fairly sure my Violin instructor stole some of my music” that didn’t bode well for him "But he isnt here now, hes gone and dead. We're still here"

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She frowned. "They didn't say a word? They didn't even react to what you were saying?" This time, Victoria did actually feel chilled; it was an odd sort of feeling. She looked around to make sure no one was was watching her before turning back to him.

"I'm sorry your dog keeps running off," she said. "What kind of dog is it? I'll be sure to keep a lookout for him.

And - aren't you technically dead and gone?" The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself, and Victoria bit her lip and tensed. She hoped she hadn't struck a nerve or anything of the sort.

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“Ah, I’m dead but still here” he held a finger up, as if to make his point “He’s dead and bones now. Might as well, he was overrated” he grabbed her hand and pulled her over to a couch, he was tired of standing, it was boring now. His mind flipped stations pretty quick, and he hopped up on the couch and crossed his legs “I named him Fredrick, the dog. He’s huge, and black, with big red eyes. Seems sort of temperamental. I tried to explain that he could stay with me, but poof, right into nowhere again! Things here seem so skiddish, have you noticed?”

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"You do have a point there," Victoria conceded with a slight laugh, but then she was being pulled over to the couch. She sat down, as she was clearly being told to, and once she was released, Sat with her hands folded in her lap, listening to his description of the dog. She drew her eyebrows together; it sounded like something out of a horror story.

"Red eyes?" she asked somewhat warily. "I'm afraid I don't know of a breed like that. And - skittish? I suppose so. I'm afraid I haven't been out very often, though."

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"I just discovered there was an out. When I fell out of the window. I assumed if there was an outside, there had to be an inside" his logic was..well insane "And I met Eric, hes very nice. Very formal. I don’t mind that sometimes, and Monsieur Holmes from across theh all is just splendid. Who else do you know?”

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Victoria continued to follow him with a slightly puzzled expression, and then she chose not to comment, only nod to signal that she was still listening.

"Not very many people at all, I'm afraid," she answered, looking down at her hands. "I've met my roommate, Amy, and a nice southern woman named Sookie. And of course, now, you, Mister..." she trailed off and looked back at him. "I don't think I've gotten your name."

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"Nicolas de Lenfent" he said quickly, and almost ptoudly. But he shrugged "But everyone calls me Nicki, I preffer it, really. Whats your name? I should just pick it out, but everything so loud in this house"

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"A pleasure, Mister de Lenfent - er, Nicki," Victoria said with a quiet laugh. She tilted her head to the side. "My name is Victoria Winters, but what did you mean by 'picking it out?'"