Intro Logs

[neurotoxicity]

Who; Ivy + Open to anyone
What; Arrival and wandering around. If you'd prefer bracket spam action, feel free to do that rather than prose!
Where; Heading to the buildings + Wandering around at night
When; 5/04 in the morning and night.
Warnings; None at the moment, will update if any come up
A. Arrival at the residential area and the Green building.

Ivy arrived in a bad mood. Due to that sour mood she headed straight to the residential area without even the slightest desire to look around. It was morning, way too early for a vampire, and she'd somehow just been abducted from one alternate dimension into another. What kind of shit luck was that? Her shoulders were hunched forward and her expression was dark as she walked with purpose to the area with the colored urban buildings.

"You have to be kidding me," she muttered as she looked up at each building. They looked like the type of city apartments Rachel had lived in before they'd moved in together. Which meant they were shared apartments. Shared apartments. At least in the last place she'd had her own place where she could try to avoid other people as much as she wanted to. This? This made it seem like avoiding people would be a lot more difficult.

After a few seconds more of just glaring at the building, as if that would somehow change what they looked like, she opened the door to the green building and went inside. She took a look around the common room and adjusted the blood red silk scarf around her neck as she sighed.

"A common room. Quaint..." she said with obvious irritation leaking into her voice. "B-10. Third floor then? These look so...small." Well, this was going to be an adjustment. A decidedly unpleasant adjustment.

B. Night and wandering around.

A little bit of sleep and the familiarity that night brought put Ivy in a slightly better mood. There were positives to this situation. So far from what she'd gathered on this place's network the place didn't seem quite as bleak as the underwater domes she'd just come from. They weren't underwater so it was a lot less claustrophobic. People seemed to know a lot more about who had brought them here and why. It even seemed like it might be possible to speak to some of the people in charge, which could lead to more information. It wasn't all bad. The living quarters were crap but at least she wasn't rooming with anyone. Try to focus on the positives, Ivy. That's what she kept telling herself over and over again. Maybe it'd actually convince her that this wasn't that bad.

The network could only tell her so much though. What she really needed to do was look around. Of course she waited until night to do that. Everything was easier (and more familiar) at night. She started with the market just as the sun was beginning to go down. Periodically as she walked through she stopped to write things down in a small notebook she'd brought with her. If anyone noticed her they might be able to pick up on the fact that she was sketching out a small map as well as taking note of any major businesses. They might also notice she was completely absorbed in her note taking. Which, unfortunately for anyone else walking around, meant she wasn't paying attention to people in the slightest. Maybe she's still a bit more tired and out of it than she thought...

Comments

[neurotoxicity]

"Just the familiar scent of magic having been preformed," she said with a shrug. That was about as specific as she felt like she could get. She did nod at his question though. "Yeah, I think that could be it. Maybe Harry would know more." It vaguely annoyed her to default to that for some reason. Maybe because she liked figuring things out on her own so much, or maybe just because she didn't want to rely on anyone at all. There wasn't much denying that Harry would probably know more though. Or at least he had the potential to know more.

"I see. That must have been confusing and...nice?" A relief at the very least she guessed. It made sense to her that it would take him time to adjust though. It must have been hard to not be paranoid about if and when someone might turn on him for it. A hint of a smile touched her lips at his statement.

"You'd like Rachel then. She's always believed in speaking out against behavior she doesn't agree with. Gets her in trouble every single day. Sometimes twice a day. Then the rest of us get in trouble because of her." Despite the harshness of her words she sounded more amused than annoyed. She'd never been brave enough to stand up to much of anything in her life, let alone Piscary and the order that vampires lived by. In a strange way she admired that Llewellyn did. "It takes a strong person to speak out."

She shrugged and gave a halfhearted nod. "Hopefully this place doesn't decide we should share." That was one thing she was very grateful for. She'd been told about the memory sharing in the last place but somehow had gotten lucky enough that nothing from her life had been shared. The things she'd gone through? There were only a few people she'd wish experiences like that on. Besides that, she didn't want to deal with fake sympathy or people trying to understand.

"Thank you. I don't hear people admitting that often enough."

[gadaboutdetective]

As much as Llewellyn liked to figure out things, he’d learned that there was value in consulting those who knew more than you did on a subject. So while it bothered him to be in another place where magic was going to be an ongoing complication when he knew so little about it? He tried to keep in mind that he had time to learn and they had someone they could theorize with who knew better. “Something to make a note of for next time one of us talks to him.” He responded with a wry smile. It almost felt like they’d have two lists to make. One full of things to address the aspects with, and one full of things they needed to work out themselves.

Humming a little, he nodded. “Confusing certainly described it… The instincts I’d built up tended to be at war with the knowledge that I didn’t need to be on guard on that matter.” He shook his head a little, it had been a bit exhausting at first, but… “But you’re right, it was nice once I adjusted.” It had just taken almost a year and one very patient person to get him to that point.

Ivy’s friend honestly sounded like exactly the kind of person he’d get along with, and he couldn’t help but smile at the amused tone in her voice, conflicting with her choice of words. “I would like to meet her one day, if I ever had the chance.” Although he supposed that meant the potential for twice as much trouble, but sometimes trouble was worth it if someone else benefited from those brave enough to speak out. “Or one who doesn’t think before they speak.” He added, tone almost joking a little. Llewellyn appreciated the compliment, of course, but he wasn’t the best at taking them.

Plus, it would be a lie to that say he always thought before he spoke. Especially if someone said or did something that was both annoying and wrong.

“I’m trying to remain hopeful that it won’t… I’ve asked around and it doesn’t seem as though it’s been a problem here before now. At least not for as long as anyone has been here.” He responded, tucking his hands in his coat pockets with a glance at the dwindling people around the area as the evening started to grow. “It’s definitely a world with its own complications, and we’ll have to be mindful until we figure more out...” For now, anyway. Llewellyn was rather hopeful that it stayed that way, having been through it a few times… It wasn’t fun, especially if it wasn’t something he was ready to talk about. “But it at least feels somewhat better than where we were— but perhaps that’s just the fact that we’re in a world where we can go outdoors again.” He added with a small grin, though wouldn’t exactly rule that out. Llewellyn had never liked feeling contained, and spent most of is time in his own world outside.

“You don’t? Mm… Unfortunate, because you do… Or at least I’ve appreciated the points you’ve made.” Llewellyn could at least relate to the feeling, sometimes it was a bit annoying when you said or suggested something and others ignored or dismissed it in favour of something they came up with themselves only to discover he’d been right all along.