[voice & action]

[swooshycape]

voice

[ Sometime Monday afternoon, a voice pops up on the network to ask a single question. The voice is low and gravelly, and it's relatively toneless, though if one listens closely, there's a faint edge. Anyone who knows Vincent well can probably tell he's not happy, but to others, he's more or less monotonous. ]

Who here has a lab... and where... can I find it?

[ There are words he wishes to have with a certain doctor... ]

action

[ Otherwise, Vincent spends a lot of time lurking and simply watching people during the week - sometimes outright avoiding them but others just... observing. He's starting to gain a few familiar haunts, even if he has yet to claim a room as his own.

Most mornings he begins at the beach, sitting on the pier and watching the sunrise while he smokes a cigarette or two. If any early risers happen to comment on his smoking habit, they will be promptly given a flat look and then ignored. His lungs can take it, and it's soothing as much for the ritualistic movements as the nicotine. Old habits die hard.

Later on in the day, he can be found exploring the forest. He doesn't go too far in, having heard the warnings, and he finds it strange that nothing lives there besides the trees, but that doesn't stop him from investigating. He moves very quietly, and if anyone happens to join him in the forest, they're liable to get stalked... Don't be surprised to find him lurking in the trees, sometimes hopping between them. The strange thing, though, is when he leaps, there's something almost smokey about him, with his cape swirling around him. It's almost like he's flying a little... maybe he is.

But much of the time, when he actually is in the mansion, he can usually be found in one of three places:

The library - where he lurks in dark corners, reading assorted books - or Dean's Bar - where he lurks in a dark corner or at the bar and nurses a variety of drinks - or the tea rooms where he.... ignores the tea and drinks coffee instead. But they're normally quiet, secluded rooms, and he likes that.

(But really, feel free to bother him just about anywhere! At least he's not threatening people with his gun anymore...) ]

Comments

Voice

[seekinghome]

I take it you're looking for the bastard that's been running unappreciated experiments on people?

voice

[swooshycape]

Mm. ... he get you? [ There is an unspoken 'too' in there. ]

Re: voice

[seekinghome]

Yeah. ::Ed definitely sounds disgruntled, yes.::

And since he decided that looking at papers was more important than making sure I didn't know how to get to or from the lab, I actually know the way to it. That was not a smart move.

::Vincent's going to be getting directions now.::

voice

[swooshycape]

Is that so? ... who is he?

Re: voice

[seekinghome]

::Ed frowns, although it can't actually be seen.::

I don't actually know his name. Just what he looks like. His name never came up.

voice

[swooshycape]

Hm... what did he look like?

[ He's not certain whether or not there are multiple scientists here, but in any case he wants to find the right one. Or... well, wrong one as the case may be. ]

Re: voice

[seekinghome]

::Ed gives him a description of Whale.:: Sound familiar?

voice

[swooshycape]

[ He sighs slightly, an irritated sort of noise. ] Yes...

I think... I must pay him a visit...

Re: voice

[seekinghome]

Have fun with that. Had to promise to not touch him, pretty much, to get him to let me loose.

[Action - Bar]

[lightgunhustler]

[The bar is actually fairly quiet at this hour, which means Jo has time to get out from behind the counter and check up on the scattered handful of patrons seated throughout. She pauses at the table across from Vincent's to load a number of empty glasses onto the tray she's carrying, then lightly touches the edge of his table with her free hand when she stops beside it.]

Gettin' low over here?

[swooshycape]

[ Vincent glances down at his drink and then up at her hand before finally following her arm up to her face. He shrugs. ]

A little...

[lightgunhustler]

Here, slide your glass on over, I'll get you a refill.

[She smiles brightly, shifting the glasses on her tray to make room.]

You're pretty new, aren't you?

Jo why is your hair always gorgeous

[swooshycape]

Thank you.

[ He does as bid and watches her because, well... there's not much else to do. And then he makes an affirmative grunt in response to her question. ]

Hn. ... you're not?

[ He can guess that because she is running a bar at ease, and he doesn't think someone who was brand new would be quite so relaxed about it. ]

Universal law, also oh my god cat icon.

[lightgunhustler]

[She waits to answer him until she's returned from a quick trip to the bar, leaving the tray behind as she brings him a fresh glass of bourbon, setting down gingerly in front of him.]

Been here about a month and a half. Long enough to settle in.

[Not to mention heal up. She'd had a fair amount of mending to do when she'd first turned up.]

>:3

[swooshycape]

[ He nods and picks up the glass, taking a sip. He sets it down again and clicks his claws against the side. ]

... you like it here?

[lightgunhustler]

[She nods, though there's a brief moment of hesitation beforehand.]

Yeah, I do. Beats home, at least the way I left it.

JUST FOR YOU this icon

[swooshycape]

[ He lifts his eyebrows a bit. ]

... bit of a disaster?

Look, it's Teatime! No, not the one with the knives.

[no_nonsense]

[It was mid afternoon and Susan was on her way to the tea room on the fourth floor. This place was absolutely agog with ridiculous, magical happenings, but she had to admit to a certain fondness for the tea rooms. They were quiet, generally vacant, and (even in Wonder Land) nobody who wanted to cause a commotion ever seemed to enter one.

She knew that, eventually, if she went every day, she would find the room occupied by somebody else and have to share. It was inevitable, really. Yet, for some reason, it was still a bit disappointing when it happened.

Susan took a long look at the cape-shrouded fellow...how he managed to lurk in a cheerfully lit room with tiny sandwiches on the tables, she wasn't sure, but he was doing an admirable job of it. She almost let the illusion of his being utterly incognito continue, but it was a bit too cozy to go on ignoring him altogether. Susan offered a polite smile and a brief incline of her head as she prepared her tea.]

I still read it Te-ah-tim-eh.

[swooshycape]

[ The master at lurking nodded in return, toasting her slightly with his own cup before taking a sip. He watched her for a few moments, taking in the hair and what he could tell thus far of her demeanor before he finally spoke. ]

... good afternoon.

[ A simple greeting in his low, gravely voice and nothing more. He wasn't one to attempt to impose conversation on others, generally speaking. ]

As you should.

[no_nonsense]

[It was fortunate he'd said something, even if it hadn't been particularly expansive, because Susan would have gone on in silence for a considerable amount of time. She finished making her tea as he spoke and turned as she lifted her saucer and cup.]

And to you.

[Ah, but now she had to sit. This was the trouble with intimate tea-rooms when the people inside them didn't actually know one another. She wasn't about to sit next to him, so across would have to do. Unfortunately, this demanded continued conversation.

Well, when in doubt, politesse was a safe fallback.]

I don't think we've met. I'm Susan...and you are?

[swooshycape]

[ He watches her again for a moment before responding with a slight shrug. ]

My name is Vincent Valentine...

[ Politeness is always a safe fallback. But he takes another sip of his coffee before he speaks again. ]

... are you new, as well?

[no_nonsense]

A pleasure, and yes.

[Susan took a sip of her tea to cover her frown. To say that she did not enjoy Wonder Land was to say that water was wet. Technically accurate but simultaneously a gross understatement. Wonderland, like water in regards to the wet, possessed all the qualities that made up the things that Susan didn't like.]

This place is...difficult, but at least it's accommodating.

[And the tea wasn't entirely unfortunate.]

Have you had considerable trouble yet?

[swooshycape]

Mm.

[ Suspiciously accommodating, in fact. But he's not objecting too strenuously to the free coffee. It's pretty good coffee, too. ]

... only with others also trapped here.

[no_nonsense]

Oh? [Susan wasn't exactly the type to pry, not in the traditional sense, but she had absolutely no reason to refrain from it when it was relevant to her interests. In this instance, it was, and so she did.]

I've had a spot of inconvenience here and there, but nothing very troublesome. What happened?

[swooshycape]

Hn... a doctor got a little too experimental, shall we say...

[ And then he drinks some more of his coffee instead of elaborating. ]