We'll just see about this...

[homeless_pard]

Who: Requiem and Jason
When: A day after the shopping trip? (long enough to set lights and get planters planted)
What: Trying to piece together just what the hell is going on here.

He was still braiding his hair when he stepped into the donor quarters. Sure, it was easier to just go to the club, but he wasn't always in the mood for the lights and noise, hence seeing if any of the donors were still available and willing...

...the donor quarters were always slightly brighter than other areas because the most common occupants were not vampires (not that the Circus was ill lit by any means) but it seemed even brighter than normal. Perhaps one of his meals yesterday had been high? It would explain the mild headache and sensitivity to light today? And would explain why he was loathe to go to the club. He was never at his best when post-drugging.

He tied off his braid with a leather thong then nodded, pulling his hood up. It was a 'necessary part of his character' the cape, and comforting besides, fewer people dicked around when it came to donating when he was caped. Something about the mystery and darkness inherent made them bend their necks to him easier.

Appearances. Feh.

He finally glanced around then blinked, those were...grow lights? Not sun lights, they didn't hurt, they were just bright. And plant troughs had been added, he could smell the damp earth and the tease of herbal scents just under the smell of bee balm blossoms. Well, that was new, he wasn't certain who had decided the donors needed such but he certainly wasn't going to complain?

He was half way to the planters, curious about what had been seeded, before he spotted the man on the couch. What was Jean Claude's pomme doing here? Their Master would have said if the man had fallen out of favor, and yet these were the general quarters. "...Jason?" Perhaps he'd brought a lover and fallen asleep waiting while said lover recovered in a room?

It seemed the most plausible answer honestly.

Comments

[homeless_pard]

"...touch, Jason. They are physically vibrating slightly, like a few minutes after a tuning fork was struck."

[jasonpschuyler]

Jason frowned and rolled his eyes again, slapping his hand on a nearby stone.

Holding it there for a few moments, he could feel the faint vibration.

"Motherfucker!"

[homeless_pard]

"I have no reason to lie to you, Jason." It wasn't worth the effort really. "So I"ll be researching what can cause that effect in stone as well."

[jasonpschuyler]

Jason threw himself down on the ground with a groan. "Ok, Sherlock. Just...tell me when you need me."

He was going to stare at the sky and not stress out about vibrating rocks. Maybe Requiem would fall through the gate and he could have all the answers he wanted.

[homeless_pard]

"I do not understand your disinterest," he admitted. "Especially given your drive to look after the lady."

[jasonpschuyler]

Jason sighed, still staring at the sky.

"Because I don't know what I'm looking for. Until a couple days ago, I thought it was science fiction to have people traveling between worlds. Something you see in the movies. I'm a lycanthrope, but I can't explain how the moon calls or how my body has to change when I hear it. So the stones vibrate. So something magical passed through here. I don't know how to figure out how a vibrating stone relates to that. Maybe you've seen more in your existence that it makes sense to you, but it doesn't to me."

He sighed. "I met a girl in the woods. I could taste her terror, Requiem. I could smell the blood from her hands and feet and the pure terror pulsing from her. Maybe the terror was hiding the scent of a lie, but I've never met anyone that good of an actor."

[homeless_pard]

"Everything, Jason. The key is to look for everything and to sort out what it could mean. That's how you research anything, honestly. From crime scenes to scientific discoveries." It was just common sense.

"Vibration means, for now, something is abnormal. I work from there, and that is why plants were often hunted. Terror covers a myriad sins, and they may not even know they are a traitor or plant."

[jasonpschuyler]

"I never liked science," he grumbled.

He pushed himself back up. "I know what I smelled. I know you're all paranoid from centuries of bullshit, but I believe her. Tell me what you want me to look for, but just stop going on about her being a traitor or a plant."

[homeless_pard]

"Your very existence is science, how can you not?" he blinked. Just...what? HE HAD TRULY STUMPED REQUIEM FOR A MOMENT THERE!

"I'm saying it was a common tactic among those older than current norms. Pan further, in a wide arc, any trace of a vampire or unknown shifter."

[jasonpschuyler]

"Because I don't need to know 'why'. I just 'do'."

Another sigh, sounding more at home coming from a teenage girl than a seemingly grown adult male, he turned and started to trudge away, scanning his surroundings and checking scents.

Requiem had better not expect him to shift for this...

[homeless_pard]

"Some days you sound incredibly young, Jason. As in twelve." For that comment AND the sigh honestly. He was jumping to a different outcropping yes, again measuring distances.

Not easy for an injured cat, thankfully for Jason's peace of mind.

[jasonpschuyler]

"Compared to you, I am."

Jason heard him landing on the rocks and glanced over his shoulder. "Hey Requiem! Maybe hack at your feet with silver for a bit and try that jump again, maybe you'll be closer to scientific accuracy."

[homeless_pard]

"And seem to enjoy acting it." How did Jean Claude and Asher bed this boy?

"I'm aware of the physical differences, Jason. More of that science you detest. I need distance, not to recreate her physical ability."

[jasonpschuyler]

Enthusiastically, if it weren't for Anita.

"Yeah," came his voice from the trees, "science must work great when you're not looking for accuracy." He could hear small animals fleeing in the distance and thought how much more fun it would be to chase them than to be looking for humming rocks...

[homeless_pard]

Likely they didn't talk to their breakfast lay.

"Information is about measurements, Jason," he sighed. "I needed distance and force. Her physical ability was already noted watching her shake in the curtsy." That was come with more sounds of jumping and climbing.

"You must have made your school teachers weep."

[jasonpschuyler]

Jason was making faces in darkness. Most of his teachers barely registered him as a student, but then he cut class as much as he could. There were a few who tried.
Anyway.

"Well if you haven't found more blood, then she likely wasn't up there to be jumping around. Unless she fell from the sky and not through a stone."

[homeless_pard]

"Also checking for that," he admitted. "And evidence the top was struck by lightning at any point." After all, why not rule it out?

"Can you end your circuit at the tree you found her in?"

[jasonpschuyler]

"Yeah."

Honestly, he could sense nothing out here. Like the day she arrived, no one else had wandered through this particular area in quite some time. But even after a few days, he could smell her blood staining the rocks, ground, and tree.

He ended his circuit, leaning against the tree, feeling where her claws had made purchase in the bark and tracing the faint blood streaks she'd left as she climbed.

[homeless_pard]

"Thank you," he was eyeballing from various ledges to that tree after he finished, checking, then coming down to finger the same marks, bemused, "And no attacks on you at the time you found her," he was musing to himself more than Jason.

"Or since we've come tonight." Hmmmm.

"...we may need a psychic."

[jasonpschuyler]

Jason shook his head. "Nothing at all."

He closed his eyes, trying to bite back the sarcastic comment. "Do you even have a point where you admit that maybe you just can't explain something, Requiem?"

[homeless_pard]

"...we live in a world full of magic, shape shifters, and insane governments, Jason. It isn't SAFE not to try to figure things out. And better some kind of confirmation that the rocks here could have served as a gate than wondering, forever, if she'll randomly disappear."

[jasonpschuyler]

Well that got him thinking. "What, like gates just randomly appearing anywhere?"

He made a face. "So how do we find a psychic that isn't some batshit con artist?"

[homeless_pard]

"...I talk to some witches," he sighed. No, he didn't want to. At all. "I think they will adore Khemrys though."

[jasonpschuyler]

He frowned. "Are there still witches around here after that mess with the skinnings?"

He'd heard that Anita had killed a bunch of them, but not all. He hoped those weren't the types of witches Requiem meant to contact.

[homeless_pard]

"I'm not talking to Winter Witches," he admitted. "But summer, or spring. Gentler coves, not blood covens. There as many flavors of witch as there are, well, people trying to define God honestly."