Eleanor's Office

[chemicalromance]

You step into the designated office of your host. It's an executive suite, quite like all of yours, save for the fact that it's meant for one person... and it's safe to say that this room has probably seen better days. The room is lit, but the light tends to flicker. The tiling on the floor is cracked, water running through the rifts from a waterfall originating out of a hole in the ceiling in the right corner. Don't worry. It's fine. Eleanor doesn't pay it mind. She's got a desk set up in the middle of it all, with her bed pushed off to the side. She's minding to her own business.

To your left, the wall immediately gives way to long glass windows reinforced with steel to withstand the ocean's crushing depths. Through coral and bio-luminescence, Rapture squats in the distance, like crumbling, electric obelisks.

Make yourself comfortable.

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[fuckingguy]

[ While the general "you" might step into the designated office of their host, Nandor does not! He comes right up to the threshold of Eleanor's office, raps on the door, and just awkwardly stands around for a few seconds, looking slightly pained. ]

Would you invite me in now, please?

[chemicalromance]

... Oh. Yes, of course.

[A flash of understanding crosses her face, right before it settles again.]

Please, mister... 'The Relentless'. Come in.

[fuckingguy]

[ The tension drops out, or at least is replaced by different, non-vampiric tension. ]

Thank you.

[ And he strides into the room! He closes the door behind him, then... just pushes it again? Like he can somehow close it more, and that's going to make it more secure. ]

Very good. [ He walks forward, coming to a stop nowhere particularly close to Eleanor, before getting down to it. ] So. It has become clear to me that your anonymous master knows my dark secret.

[ wow buddy what was your first clue ]

... Which, fair enough, I suppose. But it does beg the question of how the fuck I am walking around in daylight and not turning into a big barbeque.

[chemicalromance]

[She watches him. The door assuredly cannot close anymore than it already has. Unless, of course, someone brings in the sliding doors.]

Oh, yes. Your... secret.

[That honestly?? Doesn't sound like a secret??]

I... can't really say that I'm an expert in these sorts of things. I suppose being several hundred miles beneath the ocean's surface may have something to do with it?

[fuckingguy]

[ There is a substantial pause as Nandor looks at the waterfall in the room and does that fiddling-with-his-hands thing. ]

... That may be.

[ And he does have more to say, he's just kind of kicking it over in his mind at the moment! Just pretend the Jeopardy music is playing or something as he stands in an uncomfortable silence. ]

[chemicalromance]

[Ah, yes. The fiddle thing.]

Indeed.

[Whether it's intentional on her part, or she's simply unaccustomed to this whole 'being social' thing, Eleanor stews in the silence with him. Until she has to break it.]

If... you'll pardon me saying, you being a vampire... It's very interesting.

[fuckingguy]

No, it is not. [ Even Nandor, in a stunning and uncharacteristic display of reading the room, is capable of realizing that this comes out quite harsh! She is simply trying to make conversation. He dials it back and removes one hand from the Fiddle Configuration to gesture. ] ... That is, kind of you to say, but being a vampire is not all it's cracked up to be. It is an eternal, boring curse, and now it has put all of you guys in imminent danger.

Which, uh, brings us to the most important matter at hand. How am I gonna feed down here?

[chemicalromance]

[She responds, almost distantly:] I think there are some here who would have disagreed with that.

[Then, more astutely:] You don't have any options to feed? Really?

[fuckingguy]

[ He opens his mouth indignantly, shuts it, then opens it again. ]

Are you suggesting I just start eating these guys?

[chemicalromance]

...I meant to ask, do you not have any sources to feed from? I would have assumed something would have been supplied for you beforehand.

[fuckingguy]

Well, it was not! You guys just dropped me in here like, "oh, welcome to the city! By the way, if you don't kill someone you're gonna starve to death slowly over a period of months."