Sherlock looked at Victor for a moment. "I have heard of him before, but I cannot… remember where." They frowned faintly, knowing that they must have heard the name while under a haze of drugs. Knowing that they must have been so out of it that they couldn't even hear it. They cleared their throat faintly, looking around.
Stairs led up to a hallway, off of which were all their rooms. Each room was labeled with the name they had given at their first meeting. Inside, each room was nearly identical. For Mina and Johnathan, the bed was larger to accommodate two of them. To three rooms was a bathroom, since there just wasn't enough room for each person to have their own bathroom. On the main level, there were boxes on the table, each box neatly labeled with a name. These boxes contained most of the things each person had asked for; larger items were in their bedrooms. In the basement was a well-equipped laboratory, with anything that those of the more science inclined could want or need.
Alek, for his part, remained silent as he slipped into the dining room, scanning over the boxes with his eyes, before looking around again.
After making a quick, but effective round of the house, Lo returned to where the boxes sat. She set her bag on the floor, sliding it under the table with her foot as she opened up the box. He really did get everything. The punching bag in the bedroom was surprising, though. I almost expected to have to take mine from home. She hadn't requested much, just med kits, certain hygienic items specific to her skin and hair type, and a few other, fairly inconsequential things. With that out of the way, she left the box on the table and headed for the kitchen.
Though it was lacking in some areas, the whole thing was stocked, and she made note of the requested food items that had been on her list. Things for cooking, baking, and even tools she herself didn't own, but only got to borrow from the hotel's kitchen. "It looks like we're expected to stay here a while. I wonder if we'll be doing our own grocery shopping?" She said out loud, to anyone nearby who cared to comment. "Oh, I haven't used cream this expensive since Loise had that one duke, or whatever he was, over to stay."
“Quite mysterious, that man,” Jonathan responded to Victor’s question. He and Mina walked around the main floor first. They knew they wouldn’t have a box, but they looked around anyway. Then they brought their things and went upstairs. Appreciative of the larger bed, the set down their things.
They each had a suitcase and a bag. The suitcase carried everyday necessities, like clothing and toiletries. The bag held other things, like the book Van Helsing wrote on vampires that he gave for free to Mina, and Jonathan’s favorite hand-held camera that could take pictures both underwater and in space (though he hasn’t tried that out for himself.)
They unpacked the suitcases, then went back downstairs. Mina overheard Lo. “Well, I should think so,” she replied.
Victor quickly unpacked in his room, arranging his things haphazardly around the area before shuffling down to the laboratory, where he planned to stay the rest of the day. He made his way down, easily prepared to do science as he’d so been itching to.
Eden stayed upstairs, taking off their large coat and hood to reveal yellowy eyes that almost seemed to glow, skin sewn on on odd places, skin that didn’t fit quite right. Their features could have been beautiful, handsome even had it not been for the clear image of malformity before your eyes. Eden was, simply put, very far into the uncanny valley. But Eden didn’t care, they rarely did. Let them stare. It would be uncomfortable as hell, but they’d pull through.
They unpacked their things, then rearranged Victor’s to be more neat while still in view of the man. They headed back down to the main floor to meet the others, fiddling with their humongous cable-knit sweater they’d made themselves.
(hnnggg I'll get a response up tonight, I promise)
(Take your time my dude!)
(I hate to boop this again but it seems dead and I’d very much like it to like, not die.)
(ahahhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm so sorry!)
Sherlock headed to grab ther box, taking it to their room. They looked around the room silently, setting the box and their bag on their bed. They pursed their lips faintly, taking off their coat and hanging it on a hook on the wall. This was not a bad set-up, but they couldn't help but wonder what came next for all of this. They headed back downstairs; perhaps they should talk with the others?
Alek, for his part, went into his room and opened his box. He didn't get anything out jsut yet, simply studying the contents. Indeed, it was what he had asked for. Anti-depressants and anti-psychopathy drugs. Stuff to, supposedly, help his mental state. He didn't want to be a psychopath, but after what he had done to his uncle…to Laertes…he couldn't bring himself to regret it and he knew that that couldn't be a good sign. He knew that.
The creature made a move to be “friendly”, or at least try and make some approach at a peaceful relationship with the others. “Hello. You’re quite inquisitive, right? What do you make of our situation.” Eden said to Sherlock. Their presence was still strangely calming. Grounding, even, everyone’s was. Their hearts were mostly untouched by the ice of pain and suffering that Eden’s was, and maybe that was a good thing. Well, except the heart of the Alek, that one Eden wasn’t so sure about.
(I’ve decided that Victor has some sort of chronic pain, probably sickle cell anemia, that explains part of his poor health. I’ll be updating his bio accordingly, and this might factor into any major action the RP has.)
(alright!)
(Also Alek isn't actually a psychopath, he's just severely traumatized and probably suffers from anger issues, along with depression)
Sherlock blinked, looking at Eden. "Oh– yes. I'm not quite sure what to make of it, though. I fear that I am as blindly groping for answers as the rest of you. I do know that we seem to all represent a rather wide skillset, which may mean that Moriarty doesn't quite know what exactly we will be facing, and wanted to plan for all likelihoods."
(That’s fair)
“That seems likely. The Clay Man is tricky, and his people are violent. I… worked with a few of them, unknowingly, during my… you would call them formative years. Whoever they are, they seek to sow seeds of chaos and destruction in order to gain more power over people. They’d be a person of influence, and of great interest to certain circles like Moriarty’s if I’m not mistaken.” they said. Sherlock had a nice voice, they thought, something they wouldn’t mind listening to ramble on for hours.
Lo, who was now sitting on the counter, watched the interaction with interest as she munched on what appeared to be a cookie. Her legs were crossed, bare feet angled to stay off of the counter. "Speaking of our skillsets, if you don't mind me interrupting…what are everyone's particular skills? Anything you think would have garnered interest, made Moriarty put you on this case. Like Eden said, the Clay Man isn't just a normal, run of the mill criminal. I did some asking, and reading, and he seems to be entirely too good at avoiding police to even be considered on the same level as a long running serial killer."
“Victor’s is science. He’s… a bit eccentric, but he knows his way around a textbook. I don’t know what Moriarty wanted me around for, I’m fairly useless unless it’s for bashing someone’s head in.” Eden said sadly. They were a pathetic lump of stolen flesh that didn’t deserve their life, but they continued on anyways.
Mina took to listening to them silently, content with getting to know the people she’d be staying with indefinitely. A cold feeling settled in her chest when the tall person mentioned the Clay Man’s “people.” She was curious about Eden’s story with them, but she knew it would be a little nosy of her.
She went to sit down next to Lo, Jonathan joining her with a cookie for each of them. Taking hers, she shrugged at the question, a little unsure.
“I have a good friend who taught me everything I know about vampires, which I know the Clay Man regularly works with. That’s all I can think of off the top of my head. Oh, Eden,” her eyes flicked to them. “Don’t worry, I have a feeling we might need to bash some people’s heads in.”
“It is decidedly not reassuring to hear that. I abhor violence.” Eden sighed. “Nonetheless, if it is necessary, I will do what needs to be done.” they sat down on the couch in the living room, their huge frame taking up most of the space on it. “Our homme d'argile will not get away with their crimes so easily.”
"If you don't want to, I don't mind doing it." Lo said, with all the casual tone in her voice of someone discussing dinner. She flashed a smile over at Mina, eyes sparkling curiously. "I've always wanted to learn more about them, but it seems to be a very highly guarded topic whenever anyone does know something. Anything you'd like to share might be useful if we end up having to interact with any." She pointed out, taking another bite of her cookie and checking her nails. Lo didn't fit the bill of someone who would be hired on for something like this. The only even slightly notable thing–until she opened her mouth, of course–would have been the confidence she carried herself with. Not the normal kind, that you could attribute to a simply confident person. More like she knew she was one of the scariest things around her.
“Thank goodness, as do I,” she replied, her voice level. “Apologies, I had assumed that you wanted to feel useful in that way.”
She quirked a smile. Eden was a gentle giant. How endearing.
She glanced at Lo. “Well, it’s not a topic that comes up in normal conversation, now does it? But I’m glad you’re curious. Truthfully, I know more about what it’s like to be bitten than how to recognize a vampire, but they have dry, papery skin, and pretty nocturnal. It would be wise to keep the doors and windows shut during the night, just in case. They can’t enter a space without ‘being invited,’ as my friend says.”
Beside her, Jonathan shuddered a little, and Mina put a hand on his shoulder in reassurance.
(Mina’s assessment of Eden=sweetheart cracks me up because of the whole, like, murder thing.)
Sherlock had been silent, listening to the others, but finally spoke up. "I have worked with the police on several occasions in order to apprehend criminals. I…am slightly unsure how to describe what I can do, but I have a photographic memory and excel at making deductions." They decided not to mention that they did occasionally use drugs, as that didn't seem to be necessary information.
Alek spoke up from where he had been listening on the stairs. "And I'm…guess I'm just batshit insane, huh? But I can do the head-bashing for Eden, if they don't want to." He slipped down onto the main level, eyes flashing around the group.
“As I said, I will do what needs done. I have a past that makes it all the more difficult to do so, but I will do these things.” they said, cringing at the use of their name. Their name was special to them, privy only to those they trusted and cared about, for most of the people here they felt neither of those things.
(oh wait shit had they not said their name? I can edit my response if need be)
(No, Eden’s been introduced, you’re all good! They’re just weird about names.)
