OPEN :: I won't put white into your hair I won't make noises in your stairs

[bonhomme7h.livejournal.com]

Who: Réjean Sept-Heure and YOU
What: Business as usual.
Where: Stairway to Heaven
When: Newdi night.
Warnings: Réjean. Expect language, ill-manners, and intolerance of self-importance or aggrandizement.

With the last of the bad blood flushes from the system and a steady supply of new, clean cruor coming in, Réjean worked quickly to return Mafaton back to normal. With the heart of the crisis having passed, the Council returned to sleep leaving him free to run the city in his usual laissez faire manner. One of his prerogatives was to artificially reduce the rate of feeding by keeping a portion of the vampire population in torpor.

Should anyone wish to come talk to the man that passes for proxy of the Council of Princes, he can be found during his usual hours at the Stairway to Heaven.

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[bonhomme7h.livejournal.com]

Réjean doesn't understand sign, but he's relatively adept at understanding human(ish) body language and nods in agreement. "You're a strapping young woman, but I don't think either of us can throw him far enough to trust him, hein?"

Sooner or later, Frost is going to make a mistake or be a necessary sacrifice and scapegoat, then he'll end up on a stake.

[rhinemaid]

"I don't have the upper body strength for that," she says, very seriously, popping a cherry into her mouth. "Gutters is interesting, though." Frost is interesting, too, in a potentially useful kind of a way that's driving her inquiries here.