From Trashman to Trash

Alucard, I want you in Coffin right now. It won't do you any good sitting up with Arthur. And put on a sweater and get him an extra blanket.

I've a pot of chicken soup on the stove for him for when he wakes.

As for the rest of you, keep the noise down and I don't want to hear a peep out of you bothering either Alucard or Arthur today. Do you hear me?

( Cut not IC, but a bit of OOC care for flists )

I didn't choose to fill that out, and now it won't delete.

Reeve, please do not come in to work today.

[ooc: And that's all he's going to say about this and that for the moment.]

We have had so many opportunities to play of late.

[ooc: Too much killing does a body good if you're a vampire? What it does for one's mental state is another matter. He'll be fine in a few days if he can actually have some calm.]

My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date;
( But when in thee time's furrows I behold, )

For the record, I am not the Angel of Death killing anyone with a gun. I make guns; I have no need to use them.

[ooc: He didn't see Seras' post, obviously, but it's a clarification he'd make anyway. He misses the old days when all he had to do was hate on Mengele for also using the name. Not when every Tom, Dick, and Harry seemed to be an Angel of Death or shinigami. ETA: I'll get back to pinging with Metatron after work. He's a lot harder to write than Walter.]

[See that shadow? Now you don't.]

There is no such thing as vampires. That is a craze among the mad, the wishful, and the disaffected. We are in a modern era where superstition should not hold such sway.

[ooc: Disinformation go?]

Hn. I did not sign on for this cruise. There's nothing like being suspended over what is effectively a seething pit of acid to ruin a vampire's night.

Still, there's no way home at the moment, I suppose I will avail myself of the entertainments. Pup, you will stay inside or below decks at all times. I don't need you sliding off into the water because you didn't judge a headlong dash properly.

Private to Henry
I must apologize for the attack. I was not... myself at the time.

[ooc: Hellsing canon has the ocean as a bad, bad place for vampires.]

Creature drawer. Creature drawer.

[the sound of a drawer sliding open, the barest beginning of a squeaky voice saying Cth- and a wet squish]

No.

[hums softly while the sound of water and scrubbing might be discerned in the background]

I don't know why sometimes. I just don't. It simply mystifies me.

[ooc: I long ago made up my own bit of fanon that Walter likes Cole Porter. He's a contemporary of Walter's youth when he'd have been forming musical tastes, and a semi-out public figure in a time when open homosexuality was a no-no. The song that he's humming not terribly well is You Do Something to Me. YouTube here.]

I have not yet discerned a pattern in these occasional attacks of protracted, random curses. I suppose that, after a fashion, that is part of their pattern.

Let us remember that the curses are not who we are.

Reeve, when you are ready to begin, I will be pleased to have your assistance.

Rae, I assume the handcuffs are gone. Are you planning to keep the chain permanently?

Arthur?

Pup, you're lucky you were cursed.

( Private//Personal//Unhackable )

[muttered]

Huh. What the Hell am I doing in a coffin? Did I miss my own hanging? Count on them to bollocks something as simple as getting someone to dance at the end of the rope.

[the sound of a lid thumping to the floor]

Huh. Posh. Suppose it won't hurt to take a few things on my way out the door.

( ooc )

I expected to have some problems from the time I woke up speech. I am, trying to translate my computer, but it is interference.

This is exactly what I do not need a puppy to full-grown as a vampire Arthur as a hellhound.

[ooc: Lost in Translation curse. I'm just going to put everything through google trans from English to Japanese and then back to English again for all of his responses.]

Really, an interesting twist to the usual gender change, what with all aspects of sexuality touched upon.

I do hope that even in your cursed states, you remembered those little precautions that make the day after just a bit less stressful.

Private to Alucard, no special encryption
Alucard, we will be having a guest this afternoon. I expect that you will be interested in meeting him, as he is a prospect for my new assistant and I am attempting to include you in the final decision.

[ooc: Comment log for Reeve and Girlycard (and Pup and Rae, since they're in the apartment), journal comments for everyone else unless you're planning to drop by his apartment.]

No, Pup, I did not have you castrated.

No, I do not feel the wanton urge to spend the day in meaningless sex with acquaintances.

Yes, I am again female.

No, I am not troubled by it. In fact, I have a certain fondness for these curses, providing me with my final freedom from Millennium as the last one did.

I think I may be able to control this gender matter on non-curse days now. Only time will tell.

Rae, I hope you aren't overly bothered or affected. If there is anything I can do to help you, you have but to ask.

I am seeking a new assistant.
I should have done so some time ago, but I did not. If you are capable of following instructions, preferably with some skill with tools, or even better with actual experience in weaponsmithing, please inquire here. I can be flexible regarding many thing, including hours, and of course, curses.

I hope that Tony has found his way home safely. I looked in the fountain, but it showed nothing to tell me if he did.

( Private//Personal )

Dust. He was full of dust.

Can you imagine anything more disappointing after a hunt than to find your prey filled with dust?

I don't even want to talk about it.

I don't really want to talk about anything. I especially don't want to talk about my frustration with being in a relationship with someone who can only look like an adult when another deigns to share the form.

I am an adult man with no pedophilic tendencies. I want another adult all the time. I want--

I want these damned curses to stop. No one wants to hear about my relationship woes, wants, or regrets.

Let me instead think on my workshop. Tools all in order. My domain as it should be. I want order and control except in situations where I can let go and let--

Damn.

I think I've lost track of how many times this event has come around. We will be mobbed for a day and then the horde will likely disappear to wherever they come from.

Where did that frog go? I was just playing with my golden ball and a frog stole it away!

Alright, so I lost it in a well first, but really, it's my ball!

Do you think, ladies and gentlemen, that somewhere Enrico Maxwell is answering for all his sins compounded by the sin of performing a marriage for two male vampires?

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