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[greydawn]

Who: Nuray and OPEN
What: Nuray is the worst vampire.
Where: Anywhere in the city; Mafaton, Mog Hill and the Vault are specifically mentioned
When: Late Ceidary through early Shadri, any time between sunset and sunrise
Notes: If you want a specific threadstarter shout at me and I will make one! Also here are some outfits.
Warnings: Whampires are involved, so gore is likely.

The first thing Nuray does is take the cash and leave the Inn. She won't live anywhere that exposed, somewhere she doesn't trust, when she is more vulnerable than most while she sleeps. It's easy enough to find somewhere else to stay — it's not her preference, but beauty is a kind of tool. She needs more clothes, also.

The idea of getting a job is novel enough to be interesting, so she takes it seriously. She considers the options given to her during her consultation, but ultimately deigns to wander the city and see if anything catches her fancy. She talks to everyone she can on these little rambles of hers, asking many questions. Who they are, what their lives are like. What do they do, do they like it, how did they get started in it. She learns a lot of things this way, people tend to reveal more than they intend in the face of such good-natured curiosity — and her slightly alien nature which makes her feel a bit like every day is her first day among people. It's not, but neither is that entirely inaccurate.

Mafaton fascinates her. She does not for a second believe anyone here is naive enough to think the majority of the 'cruorvores' — a clumsy name, but less pretentious than 'kindred', really — get their sustenance from synthetics and volunteers. She also is not naive enough, herself, to assume she is the only one to have reached this conclusion. The fact that people are willing to overlook the monstrous nature of their citizens, knowing what they are doing and largely ignoring it, is — interesting. Hilarious, although she's not capable of that depth of amusement. The Camarilla were wrong, apparently. How precious they seem, in retrospect, to underestimate the depth of human apathy.

She spends a lot of time in Mafaton, accordingly, they do all seem to drift here whether intentionally or not, and her presence is noted. Nuray lets people come to certain conclusions about her species, because to hide such a thing is pointless. She does not deny it if asked, but neither does she announce it; she does not tell anyone what kind, or how old. She does not go to bars like Gutters. She does go to Bloody Sunday, which she is instantly charmed by; several nights a week she can be found there, trying different things she never had even while alive. She likes the "milkshakes".

In Mog Hill, she wanders into a store she knows nothing about and where she can't buy anything, chats with the owner for two hours, and somehow ends up coming behind the counter to try her hand at working there. She comes back the next night, as requested, and somehow this turns into a job. It pleases her. She gets to wear an apron — hers is shaped like a heart — and talk to all kinds of interesting people who are awake so late at night. A donut shop isn't a place she would dream of setting foot into back home, but here, she can and does.

Other times, she can be found often on the arm of a wealthy older socialite, an established and respected Baedalite citizen with a known thing for vampires. Sometimes, they go to the Vault.

Comments

[rhinemaid]

Ilde scrutinizes both Nuray - a vampire? she thinks? in a donut shop, that feels a lot like the sort of surreal this morning has been already - and the selection on the trays, hesitating more over the important process of choosing donut than anything else. She points at some cinnamon-and-sugar covered donut holes, finally, “I'd like four of those little ones, and...a large orange juice.” A beat, because manners know no '4AM', “Please.”

Just because you don't have to say please for something you're paying for doesn't mean it isn't polite to do so anyway, or so she was told. Little things. People like it when you're polite to them.

[greydawn]

All tzimisce appreciate manners, it's one of their little quirks — or rather, all the ones who count, in Nuray's opinion. She smiles. "Of course." She busies herself fetching that, wondering idly, as she does, what it all tastes like — she'll never know, not really — and glancing curiously at Ilde on occasion. Her scent is — off. Not a bad off, just different. Hm.

"You're up early. Or is it late?" It's that hour where it could be either, although people who wake up at 4 AM don't tend to be so well-dressed.

[rhinemaid]

“Um-- early, for me,” she says, and speaking of being well-dressed the wallet that she digs out of her purse to pay for this is a little out of sync, being a Hello Kitty novelty she got for Catenrat. (Reactions to it: hilariously mixed.) “I came out for breakfast.”

It sounds slightly rehearsed, because it is, but she's pleasantly earnest, otherwise.

[greydawn]

Nuray looks obviously at what Ilde is wearing, then at her face, and then slowly raises her eyebrows. It's not judging, it's just sort of yes, I see.

To be fair, even in Baedal, a lot of places aren't open at this hour. And the donuts are pretty good. She's heard, anyway. And also to be fair, Nuray is dressed similarly incongruously, in a way that indicates either she's from a non-standard time period or she likes playing dress-up.

"Well, you picked an excellent establishment. Was that a good sales pitch? I'm new to this." She is maybe a little too into this role, it's kind of weird. "Three shekels."

[rhinemaid]

Ilde's own glance down at her outfit is slightly self-conscious, anyway, but that seems more like a response her own temperament is responsible for than Nuray. Whatever, she wears what she likes at more or less any hour, there's no reason to abruptly have a fit about it, except that she's more anxious generally than she'd like to appear, right now, and everything makes her curl her hands together and try not to act like a chihuahua.

“I think it was good,” she says, anyway, smiling - a bit tentatively - as she sorts out her money situation to pay. “I'm not usually in Mog Hill at this hour, so I was just sort of...well, whatever's open.”