tyler_gone: ([au] louis up close)
The taste of the priest's blood still sang in Louis' mouth as he ran back to the home whose keys had been among the belongings in the apartment where he woke up with that same priest the morning before.

He was the most vile of all sinners, and he knew it, damned even among those doomed to walk as vampires. The fact he knew Lestat would take pride in what he'd done made it sting even more.

He wondered, dimly, where Lestat and Claudia had gotten to; he hadn't seen them since the tavern the night before. With that thought on his mind, he started exploring the house, searching for signs of any residents living, dead, or otherwise.

[OOC: For the other vampeers and the housemates.]
tyler_gone: (listening and impatient)
Moving cross-island via rickshaw, Tyler quickly learned, fucking sucked. His futon barely fit in the back of one and as for the number of trips he had to make ... well. Let's just say he was glad he had a philosophical objection to material possession.

Though, for a guy with a philosophical objection to material possessions, he sure had a bunch of stuff. He filled what he hoped was a last box with kitchen items (pots, pasta, the good coffee) and sat at the table to write a quick note before officially moving out.

If you're nosy... )

Tyler sighed as he added his keys to the stack of papers on the table. He'd make one last check of the bathroom, and then he'd be gone.

[OOC: Open to housemates or anyone who'd have reason to visit him.]
tyler_gone: (self-righteous)
Tyler woke up with the most fantastic crick in his back from being dead sleeping in a closet all night, and crept out as stealthily as he could. He rubbed his neck, half expecting his fingers to come away stained with blood, but found no wound. And, given his distinct lack of a craving to bite anybody's throat and his (pale, but present) reflection in the mirror, he had to assume he was still human.

It had to be a case of the Fandom weirds. There was no other explanation for it, let alone his encounter with Tony or his odd urge to apologize to that chick from radio. Right. Fandom got weird, he slept with Tony. It wasn't him, really.

It was break week; did he need to be in his office? He decided he didn't care and went in anyhow. Who knew, he might even be able to make himself useful.

Which, for much of the day, involved Googling his fingers off about human sacrifice cults and vampire lore.

His readings in the latter made him very hopeful that Eliza just had a case of the weirds; it would be hell getting a vampire out of his basement.

[OOC: Open office.]

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