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"Where to?" asked the Taxi driver.
"Apolyton University Campus, please." responded the man in the back seat.
The driver eased the car out of the airport and hit the gas accelerating smoothly onto the highway.
"Coming back from the Christmas break, huh?"
"Yes, sir."
"You a student at 'Poly then?"
"That's right."
The passenger did not seem very talkative, and it was not really the driver's custom to force a conversation upon an unwilling person, for such exchanges never proved entertaining. So, the man at the steering wheel sighed, took out a cell phone from his pocket, dialed a number, and a moment later was chatting away in a strange language with the person on the other end of the line.
The man in the back looked at the black bushy hair of the driver, and then turned away, his mind drifting away in a world of his own. He was GeneralTacticus, a medical student at the Apolyton University, and he was pondering the study he had agreed to become a part of. Vovan, the professor of psychology, and his collegues from the physics department were investigating human biorhythms and had come to the conclusion that a person's occupation affects his pattern of sleep, and, furthermore, that one person's sleep patterns can actually, through some unexplained mechanism, affect the resting habits of those around him. The former had been corroborated by numerous statistical studies, but the latter could only be proven ...
"We taking the tenth street exit?"
"Huh?"
"I said, which exit are we taking?"
"Oh, yes, that's right. Tenth street would be good."
The latter could only be proven through experiments on real, live people, of various backgrounds. Therefore, Dr. Vovan had gathered a group of volunteers from around the campus, and got their promise that they would every night come to the central facility and sleep there, the idea being that their sleep patterns (which had already been observed for some weeks when the people were not in contact in order to establish the "normal" patterns) would be altered, and in fact, that there would be a certain correlation, which would be determined through analysis of results later.
"Now what?"
"Go straight two lights, then make a left. Then, go till the firtst stop sign, and make a right. You can let me out there."
The prospect of sleeping in a strange place for several weeks, with a plethor of wires attached to his body to take vital statistics, did not seem all that pleasurable to GeneralTacticus now, and he was even considering calling Dr. Vovan to ask him to count him out.
Presently, the taxi came to a stop, and the driver stepped out of the car to fetch the student's baggage from the trunk. GeneralTacticus parted with some cash and, as the taxi rolled off, was standing all alone on the sidewalk. It was dark.
Then he thought of the advancement of the science, and of the knowledge of the mechanics of the human body and resolved to go to the lab this one night, and if it was so bad, he would quit the next day.
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Even as the first ray of the sun entered the windows of the "Sleep Lab", so did a loud, almost hysterical, scream roll along the corridors and enter the rooms of the experiment's subjects. The voice died out with something of a sniff, and was followed by hurried running footsteps. DrSpike, the economics professor, woke up to that rather unpleasant distraction, ripped off the wires of the instruments measuring his pulse, breathing rate, brain waves, and what-not, and with a swift jump out of the bed found himself peering through the open door of his room out into the corridor.
"What in the bloody hell is going on here?", inquired DrSpike of noone in particular.
Almost invisible in his grey uniform against the grey walls was GameCube, the janitor. He was already busy sweeping the floors at this early hour, and, without lifting his head, responded:
"I am sure it is nothing, sir. A nurse must have seen a mouse. If it is anything more serious than that, and if it is of any consequence for you, I am sure Dr. Vovan will inform everybody at the regular morning discussion meeting, which starts in some 30 minutes, I hope you remember."
"Remember indeed." said DrSpike, shutting the door with a bang.
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Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome. I hope you have slept well. My name is doctor Smith, and I will be in charge of this project for now. I was Dr. Vovan's chief assistant, but I am afraid he has sustained some thing of an injury last night, and will be unable to conduct the experiment further, therefore, I will be here with you, guiding you, if need be, through our procedures, and giving updates on our scientific progress.
Everybody arrived late last night, and you, people, did not get a chance to meet each other. So, let me introduce everybody.
On the first row of seats here, we have Reverend Nikolai. You know there is a pleasant little church right on campus, and Father Nikolai has been there for quite a long time, offering spiritual guidance to students and faculty alike, in hard times.
Next to him is Dr Spike. He is a brilliant economist, and has contributed many a theory of economic development to science.
Next, we have Dr. Kassiopeia, who heads the International Studies department and specializes in Finnish culture, language, literature, and traditions.
Finally, on the front row, we have here Dr. Ljube Ljcvetko, an endocrinologist. He has recently published a paper on hormonal imbalances in women of menopausal age that was quite well accepted in the scientific circles, and one might even say, stirred up some controversy.
Moving on, we have with us the local attorney, Lord Nuclear, Esq, and the cook from one of our dining halls, Hercules. In the back there are some students, self biased, an undergradute Archaeology student, Snowflake, a Master student of Finnish, and GeneralTacticus, a graduate medical student.
Finally, out in the corner there is Dr. TheBen, a history professor, chatting with our janitor, GameCube. Hello? ... Yes, Professor, did you have a question? ... Well, I am not exactly qualified to elaborate on Dr. Vovan's state of health, but preliminary analysis shows that he had a fatal heart attack. ... What? ... Oh.... Yes, I may not have said it explicitly... Yes, Dr. Vovan is dead, regrettably.
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After the meeting, the people filed out of the room, chatting about the experiment, and the fate of the poor Doctor. The incident didn't dampen anyone's spirits too much, however, as they figured a heart attack was the kind of thing that could strike any one, and was not caused by anything in particular, so as soon as the polite period of sorriness passed, people returned to rather jolly moods, especially since none of them even knew Vovan personally.
A few minutes later, the laboratory building stood deserted, as everyone had left for their daily duties.
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The rules:
1. With the exception that in the first night the head vampire produces one dead (the GM) and one vampire, each vampire will have one victim each night, with the head vampire's victim becoming vampires and the other victims dead. (In other words it is more important to find the head vampire, so that the producing of new vampires would be stopped).
2. People choose how many and who should be excuted the next day. The number of people who are determined to be vampires can be more than one, and will be decided by half of the votes. Say over half people voted to excute over 3 people, then 3 people will be excuted.
3. A vampire cannot kill his victim or make him a new vampire if the intended victim is staying with another person. The person who decided to stay with somebody else must PM the GM of such intention. If there are two people who wants to stay with the same person, the person who arrived late will be denied. If the person who is going to be visited happen to choose to visit other people, then the visitor will also be denied. If a person decides to visit somebody who is an unidentified vampire, the vampire will be notified and he can then choose whether he will or will not kill the visitor. If the vampire find the same couple of people on a second night he will be able to kill his victim.
4. A head vampire would die if he couldn't drink blood for 3 nights. A regular vampire would die if he couldn't drink blood for one night.
5. More rules will be added if and when needed.
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The head vampire has been notified, and so has his first victim.
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"Ah, isn't it a lovely morning, miss?"
Father Nikolai gently opens the door and let the young woman through.
"Snowfalke, was it?"
"Snowflake" she smiles, before a shadow flies over her face.
"Sad with the good professor, isn't it?" she says, looking right at the priest.
"Sad indeed" he replies. "I didn't get to know him well, unfortunately, but I did have the pleasure of meeting him from time to time in town. A wise man indeed, I only hope he got prepared before he died..."
A thoughtful expresion flew over the father, before he saw up.
"But here I talk and talk of things I'm sure you have no special interest in! I'm sure you can tell me lots of more thrilling things from your studies of Finnish." he blinked and chuckled.
"By the way, it's a rare and unusual cross you have there, where have you got that one from?"
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Yggdrasil.
Nov 1999
time: 00:31
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the young man standing aloof in the back of the room shook his head, and quickly exited the lab. being a piss poor undergrad student, he was always signing up for some ludicrous experiment or another. the last one was a sociolgical study defining how a a bronze age style legion of spearmen could defeat a battleship. they all provided a little extra beer money, but this was the first that someone actually died on, let alone the lead researcher.
as he walked out into the morning air he lit a khamel menthol and decided what to do with his day. he did have a test in his anthropology course, but he wasn't worried. he didn't really need the class, but took it because it was an easy course for him, fuffilled some strange requirement, and annoyed his ex, Katie Wingate. he wasn't really in any dire situation involving his grades, so he wandered.
he walked out into the pseudo-town of Apolyton, with the sun warming his face, the air smelling of mud and springtime. as he finished his cigarette, he realized he was standing in front of "Sylvia's Syllabus" a combination coffe house and book store. flicking his butt into the road, he peered into the shop, only to find a pair of hazel eyes and maroon bangs peering back.
"well well well..." said an acrid voice as he entered the establishment. "been a while since you've step foot in here, Mister Biased," she said as she wiped down a table.
Self winced. that was Katie. the maroon haired girl was Lola, and she winked at him from behind the counter. the two worked together at Sylvia's, but self avoided the place for three reasons: the first and foremost was that Sylvia's generally hosted a late night LARP and attracted a crowd that was odd by even his standards. there was Lola, who was Katie's boss. she'd would flirt mercilessly with him, even when Katie and he were together, and while he dug the whole tattooed-and-pierced look, she was intimidating as all hell, and Self didn't like the confrontation.
then lastly, there was Katie. while their breakup hadn't been amicable, it wasn't overwhelmingly bitter, either. the two split because she had started hanging out with some mook who called himself Lazarus, whom Self knew to be a notorious lover of other people's girlfriends and wives. while he did trust Katie, he trusted Lazarus as far as he could throw manhattan. he'd seen it done before, otherwise perfectly faithful girls be savaged and left for dust.
Self had given an ultimatum: "either me," he said, "or him." she resented this and left him. he was later vindicated later that night at a frat party when Lazarus swooped in for the kill. she'd refused, making Self happy in some way, but the rift never really was mended between them.
"uh... gimmie a poison on ice," he said. 'poison' was a dozen shots of espresso generally topped off with coffee in a 32 oz mug. "oh, and to go. i need to study for my anthropology test."
"no you don't," piped katie. "you've already thrown the curve for that class so far out of whack that everyone else is failing!" she threw her hands into the air, exasperated. Self laid his debit card on the counter as Lola made his drink, swiped it, and returned with the slip to sign. "it's like that's the only reason you took the course!"
Self picked up his receipt and drink, and stuffed the slip of paper into his pocket. "that is the only reason i took that course," he remarked slyly, and exited sipping his cup of poison.
Last edited by self biased on 13-01-2005 at 00:19
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OOC: Just a reminder that you can express your suspicions now if you wish, as well as PM me your sleeping arrangements if you chose to visit someone. This round will be over within 48 hours of the original post, so about 11 hours from now.
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Yggdrasil.
Nov 1999
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after wandering in the morning, Self went to the computer labs in the early afternoon. Percy Wiggins sidled up to him as he walked through the doorway. Percy was tall, thin, and so english it hurt. he pulled off his hat revealing a mop of curly red hair, and walked into the staff lounge at the lab. at least it was nominally a staff lounge. it'd become more of a common room of computer geeks who were taking a break from computer geeks than anything else.
"scuttlebutt is that the lead researcher of that sleep program croaked last night," Percy said.
"prolly died of an heart attack. you got the stones?"
"yeah. and the board. didja get a good look at him?" Percy set the board down on an end table, and the two began to play a game of Go.
"dude. dead bodies creep me out."
"yeah, but the intresting part of rumor is that he had a bite mark on his neck."
Self laughed. "so he likes it kinky? your point?"
"he was completely drained of blood, and there was a gouge taken out."
"no way."
"i swear, guv'nor. i buy some recreational pharmaceuticals from one of the interns that was there during the night. the cameras all went weird, like someone smudged a person out using photoshop, badly."
"and so you're saying?"
"strange things happen, youknow? i'd hate to see something happen to you."
"so you're telling me not to go back because i'll be attacked by a vampire?"
"not in so many words. it could be one of those weirdo LARP people over at Sylvia's who's gone all pancake shaped. but i'm saying whatever it is, be careful."
Percy placed a stone, and decisively cordoned off that corner of the board, giving him the game. sure, self could sneak out a stone here or a stone there, but it wouldn't ultimately give him the win.
"i'm gonna go back to the Apartment and grab some nosh. see you tomorrow? same bat time, same bat station?"
"twat. yeah, no problem. you're going back tonight?"
"the study pays five hundred dollars. i need the cash." he said as he left the lounge.
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OOC: Well, the way I envisioned it was more like people would sort of post how they don't like this professor or that student, and then the suspect's execution would be staged more like a sort of an accident, however, I guess I should have given more indication of that idea somewhere, as if you only look at the story, and forget you are playing Vampire, then you are right, there is really nothing much to suggest there was any foul play. Any way, I shall elaborate on the death, and for that reason shall extend the deadline by another 24 hours, so everybody gets a chance to catch this and voice their suspicions. :)
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The room was well lit. It had a rather artificial feel to it. Unnatural fluorescent lights; grey walls; silvery metallic tables; blue plastic body bags. Thirty students stood, in groups of two or three, each in front of their own table, eyeing the bags wearily. The instructor was speaking in a confident, soothing voice:
Today, boys and girls, is the day when you become real medical students. You walked into this room as mere outsiders, who may have sat through a lecture or two, or read a couple books; you will walk out transformed. After the lab today, you will have made your first step as a member of a vital part of our society - the medical specialist.
In front of you, you will find a plastic bag containing a human body. This is the cadaver that you, and your lab partners, will be working for the next few weeks, delving into the depths of the knowledge that will one day help you save lives.
Before we begin please note that for the duration of the lab, everyone must be wearing proper attire. You will find aprons in the closet in the corner, and there is a box of gloves next to the sink. It would probably be a good idea to put those on now.
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Next, please acquaint yourselves with the contents of the drawers of your lab tables. These are the tools you will be using in the dissection of your cadavers. When you leave the lab, the contents of the drawers must be exactly as they were when you entered, that is: the tools should be cleaned, and put neatly into their proper places.
Everybody should have two bone saws, a chisel and a mallet, as well as assorted scalpels and clamps. Please check that everything is in place now. If something is not there, tell me, and I will supply the missing tool.
Now you can start. Please follow the lab instruction colsely, which you can see on the projector.
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The instructor finished his speach and was walking around the lab, as the students slowly unzipped the body bags and extracted the cadavers for further inspection. He helped one group unzip the bad and turn the body on its back, as they seemed to be struggling, and moved on to the next table, where the students had trouble figuring out just which scalpel should be used to cut the body open.
Then, the man turned around and saw one of the students with has right hand drawn high above his head. In the fist, he was clenching a scalpel with the thumb on the end of the handle, and the balde pointing down, as if he was just going to deal the final deadly blow in the deadly struggle with the body.
- No, no, no - cried the instructor - That is no way to fool around with the dead body.
- We are sorry, sir, we didn't quite know how to cut this body open.
- Now look here - said the man almost pushing the student away and forcing the scalpel out of his hand - You must first make an incision like ...
- ... Like what, Doctor?
The scalpel fell out of the man's hand and hit the floor with a clink. Before him lay the body of none other than Dr. Vovan, one of the more prominent faculty of Apolyton Universty's Medical School. His body was the sort of grayish color that the cadavers get when they have been dead for a while, and his skin was bloated and dribbling as if the body had been soaking in the preservative alcohols. Any way, it couldn't be him. The instructor could swear he had talked to the Doctor just yesterday, and plus, how could a man be so drained of blood? Preposterous. The instructor, however decided to check something out. He peered over the cadaver at his side.
When the bodies are prepared for the students, among other things, colored liquid is injected into the largest blood vessels of the heart - red into the aorta and other arteries, and blue into the venae cavae. The liquid later silodofies into rubbery mass, and so the students can more easily identify the blood vessels of the heart. The injection leaves a characteristic mark on the skin. The mark was conspicuosly missing from the body in question. The instructor did discover, however, two marks on the neck of the cadaver, and thought that they must have been a consequence of some new, probably experimental, body preparation procedure he was not aware of, and thus, having instructed the students on how to make proper incisions, the man departed to help other groups.
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Later that day, all of the participants of the experiment received an email from Dr. Smith, which told them that the body of Dr. Vovan had gone missing, and thus he was unable to provide further information as to the precise cause of his death, but that there was nothing to suggest violent death despite the misterious disappearance.
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OOC: As I was writing this, I realized why I didn't give any indications of anything suspicious in Dr. Vovan's death. And that is because I want to delay the arrival of the police as much as I can, for once they come onto the scene, it seems that the experiment cannot last much longer, especially as new bodies turn up, as they are bound to. Hence, in the spirit of role-playing, I would suggest that maybe people become suspicious of the disappearance of the body, and start gossiping that maybe such-and-such was responsible, as he kinda look all suspicious and gloomy, or maybe such-and-such could be at fault, as he never liked Dr. Vovan, etc. Be creative. :) Then, I can arrange the death of the suspect as something more of an accident, than conscious attempt for vigilante justice. At least for now, when there is really not so much reason for that. :)
Edit: Eeek. That's what I get for writing the story half-way, then leaving for several hours, then coming back, finishing it, and hitting submit post without ever looking at the replies the thread might have got by now. Well, fortunately, the story doesn't really contradict self biased's, as now you have even more to go on: somebody smelled something fishy in Dr. Vovan's death, and somebody stole the body. Suspicious?
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"DrSpike?"
The man turned around.
"Yes, Father? May I be of any help?"
Father Nikolai looked at the doctor a second, as if not sure on whether it would be safe or not to tell what he was to say. Then he sighed, and slowly told the doctor about what he had experienced earlier that day. When finished, DrSpike looked thoughtful on Nikolai.
"This surely sounds weird." he said.
"But I have experienced a lot of weird things in my life. Do you know anything more specific on who it could have been?"
Nikolai looked right into him.
"I don't know. It might have been anyone. Infact, for all I know it might be you..."
The doctor looked shocked.
At the same time, before Father Nikolai could say anything more, self biased came by. He snapped up some of the conversation, and came by and told them of what roumours he had heard.
"The last roumour I heard, was that right after they found these marks, he disappeared!"
"Disappeared!?" Nikolai and Spike said amazed.
"This reminds me of something my brother wrote to me about a few years ago, when he was in Romania. He was an occultist." he added with a thoughtful expression.
"I never thought it was anything into those monster stories about werewolves and vampires and such. Well, at lleast not before..."
He stopped. A moment it looked like he was about to cry, before he breathed heavily and looked away.
"Wha......What happened?" the others said.
"H...he.....was never found."
A tear slid down on the Father's cheek.
"He went to a castle to check out some rumours, and was never seen again. Not he, nor his colleague was ever found. The only thing is... I got a letter a month later, and..... No, it's too fantastic. It can't be true..."
For a moment, the priest looked like he was far, far away.
"What can't be true?" self said carefully.
Nikolai looked right at him.
"That my brother has become a vampire." he said.
"I got a letter from a friend I have, who workes down there. He claimed that he had seen my brother two weeks after he disappeared. He claimed he had become a vampire..."
Slowly Nikolai looked at each of the persons who had come to him and the other two, it seemed like everyone was there.
"We must get rid of these beasts." he said silently.
"We must find out who can be the Vampire. If there is not more of them, that is..."
He moved unpleasantly.
"Well, somebody must start I'm afraid... Noone? Oh, how I hate this...! Well, I..."
The Father took out a piece of paper.
"I suggest we write down who we think it is on some post-its or something like that."
Carefully he began to write, halting a little bit, before he wrote down "GeneralTacticus".
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Dance Dance for the Revolution!
Jan 1970
time: 00:31
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OOC: No, it's best for the police to stay out of this as long as possible. Confining the participants will limit storytelling. Once the killing gets in full swing it might be necessary for the cops to show. Best to rely on the players to supply their own reasons to stick around.
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Theben sighed.
It had already been a long day, and it was only 2 pm. He had prepared another pot of coffee. He took a swig of the foul brew, which warmed his aging bones. "Definitely an acquired taste. God knows how I grew to love this stuff."
"Yes, but it's the only way to stay awake when reading some of those god-awful papers the students turn in," chuckled Ljube-ljcvetko.
Theben smiled back. "At least your students are following a hard science. Some of the interpretations of history I get are real winners."
"Reconsidering your career path at your age? Don't you think it's a little late for that?" Ljube grinned. He had that devilish look on his face again, the one that meant he was in a sardonic mood. Theben had learned long ago to watch out for that telltale sign.
"And give up tenure? Nah." Theben stretched, and ran his fingers thru his greying hairs. At least he still had most of them on his head. The experiment was only in it's 1st few days and the time scheduling was putting great strain on him. Having to be at a certain location and being asleep for a prescribed length of time was never easy for him; he usually just caught a few hours a sleep here and there. The doctors told him that was why he was aging so quickly, and that he might have narcolepsy. At least, that's what they did tell him, since he had not been to a doctor in years, not since that incident occurred.
"I don't know how you talked me into this experiment, old friend."
"You tell me," Ljube replied.
Both knew that Theben was lying; of course he knew why he was in the experiment. And now with the death of poor Dr. Vovan, it was likely to ground to a halt. Dr. Smith seemed like a capable fellow, but Theben felt as though he didn't know everything Dr. Vovan had in mind.
"Have you heard the rumors passing around campus, regarding the late Dr.Vovan's passing?" asked Ljube, changing the subject.
"Rumor mill running already? We were told he had a heart attack. What's so conspicuous about that?"
"Apparently his body was completely drained of blood. Some students are saying he was killed by a vampire. Even some of the leveler heads in the faculty are shaken by the news. DrSpike approached me earlier, saying father Nikolai had even suggested the possibility."
Theben's eyes rolled back into his head. "A... vampire? Don't tell me they're serious. Some of the students, I can understand, but DrSpike?"
"He didn't say he believed him, only that Nikolai and a young student named self-biased had approached them with the possibility. One of them went so far as to suspect another student was responsible!"
"Absolute rubbish. Nikolai should know better than that, than to give into such nonsense."
"Father Nikolai has always been very superstitious, but he works well with the students and the surrounding community. He is held in quite high regard."
"All the more reason to shut up and just listen then. This is why religion has always bothered me, Ljube; even the monotheists are no more than simple mystics. Thruout history, religion has been used in the most irrational manners."
"And how about those experiments of yours, Ljube?" cried Dr.Kassiopeia, as he wandered into the lounge. "How 'rational' are they?"
"My experiments are being done in the name of science." He responded curtly. "And they have shown promise."
"I doubt some of the relatives of the deceased would have approved of how you use their loved ones bodies," Kassi replied.
"They signed the waiver. Everything he does is perfectly legal. Some may question the morality, but some people might like the idea of talking to a loved one one last time. If there's anything in history that's a constant, it's that morality is subjective. Who are you to decide for them!?"
Both Ljube and Kassiopeia were taken aback by Theben's sudden outburst. "Sorry, I meant no disrespect." muttered Kassi.
"No... no, I'm sorry. It's been a long day, and Dr.Vovan's death and the gossip going around has only made it worse. I am the one who should apologize."
"Well, all right then! Pour me a cup of coffee and we'll all be good friends again, eh?" Kassiopeia's face had broken out with a wide grin; he was one of those annoying people who were almost constantly cheerful. But both Theben and Ljube enjoyed his company for that reason, as he had a knack for cheering up gloomy gusses such as themselves.
"By the way, have you met my student?" remarked Kassi as Theben handed him a cup. "Snowflake, come on in. I introduce you to Doctors Theben and Ljube-ljcvetko."
A small, shy-looking girl poked her head into the room. "Hello." She said quietly.
"A pleasure to meet you." Remarked Ljube. Theben said nothing.
"Snowflake is one of my best students. She'll be helping me with my research in Finnish culture." she looked positively embarassed now, her face was flushed. Nonetheless, she was able to summon up a reply.
"Kass- Dr. Kassiopeia has spoken highly of both of your researches." This comment drew a raised eyebrow from both parties.
"Did he really now?" commented Ljube. "What's the occassion, Dr. Kassiopeia? Not feeling well?"
"I just felt she should have an idea what she was getting into, meeting you two sourpusses," smirked Kassi. "Well, I'm off to show her around the rest of the facility. Talk to you later!"
Ljube watched them depart. "You didn't say anything. Was it that girl?"
Theben held a look of surprise for a moment, then nodded. "You saw that too?"
"Yes, she does look remarkably a lot like your ex-wife. I saw it in your face when you saw her.
"Well, I figure I'd best be on my way as well. See you later tonight."
"Later tonight then." Theben picked himself up, drained the last of the coffee from the mug and set it in the sink. He then wandered back to his office, thinking the while. The body was drained of blood. One of Dr. Ljube-ljcvetko's requirements is that his experiments are drained of fluids. Could it...?
He shook himself out of thought as he sat down in his chair. "Theben, you old fool, still wrapping yourself up in 'what-ifs' and 'could-have-beens'. What ridiculous notions your idle mind comes up with."
He picked up a photo that was sitting on desk. He stared at it for long moments, it's image conjuring up memories long past.
Nena...
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OOC: Omg we are on a roll of creative writings. That was great writing Theben!  I wish I have more time at this. Darn this GMAT thing.
Snowflake slowly walked back to the sleep lab. Everything happened during the day tangled together in her mind. She didn't expect college life to be of this much excitement ... First the death of a prominent professor, then the rumors of vampires ... She reflected on her meeting with the two professors. That history professor seemed so gloomy. I wonder if he has too much pressure from his work ... Can't blame him though. Who wouldn't be depressed dealing with dead people in the past everyday. She chuckled to herself. The other one, on the other hand, seemed a bit strange. Sharp, but strange. Studies hormone disorders and the likes, she believed. "Bring the deceased people back to life," indeed. She wondered if her greataunt could be brought back to life and tell them what had happened, if and when they finally found her. Her thought drifted to Father Nikolai and his interest in her greataunt. She couldn't help feeling that the good father was hidding something.
Sighed quietly, snowflake walked into the building. It was getting dark now. Out of the blue a sudden quiver of fear slid through her mind. She suddenly didn't want to enter the lab now. Snowflake knew that her senses sometimes were too sensible for her own good. She shruged off the feeling, and pushed the door open.
Last edited by Snowflake on 15-01-2005 at 21:46
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Nikolai
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Bergen, Norway
Oct 2000
time: 06:31
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Father Nikolai looked surprised at Snowflake. For some reason he got the impression she was afraid of him. No, he must have misunderstood, she was probably just tired. After all he felt they had got good contact earlier the day. He looked down at the paper piece he had in his hand, a piece of paper that could prove fatal to a innocent man if he was wrong.
"God never meant us to kill..." he mumbled.
He looked up. Snowflake had finished writing, and looked at him. Why did he get the feeling she didn't like him? It was a rare feeling, most people liked him very well, probably he had some kind of natural charm.
Suddenly he felt cold. What if she voted on him? Then there would be a tie, if noone else voted! He hadn'ęt thought of the possiblility of a tie. No, she couldn't have voted on him. Why should she think he was a vampire? Because he had a vampire brother? No, that was too far off... He forced himself to smile.
"Anyone else who want to vote?"
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11-01-2005 09:10
People were sent clues last time? You mean like by PM or something?
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