genessia | First Bat-Tea

[action - central library of Genessia]

Draculaura had spent the last few days in the library, reading as much as she could. In her initial panic, she had realized that this wasn't her fault, that the words hadn't collided again and it was another world entirely.

And yet, her promise to Beast hung over her head with worry, as she flipped through another book on temporal mechanics.

"Oh this is hopeless! I can't understand half of this," she moaned, leaning back and listlessly slurping her coffee. "No, I can't give up now. There's got to be something here that I can do."

[action - Fayren, Genessia - Daylight Hours]

Getting a breath of fresh air was something that Draculaura was needing. She had found her temporary home, but her bills were beginning to run out. She needed work.

The problem was, there was all normie work. Nothing that she was experienced with.

Looking around, she was traveling between Genessia to Fayren, and even though some of the people gave her odd looks, none of them shrieked and ran away. A good sign.

Pausing at a restaurant advertising large salads sprinkled with cheese and fake bacon, she paused. "Well... maybe some lunch will help."

That being said, she was in a restaurant, enjoying a milkshake and a salad. Even so, she was picking the fake bacon off her plate.

[action - Everglade - night]

There was a lot of monsters here, as she wandered the streets. She knew it wasn't "safe", not for monsters but most monsters backed off when they caught a glimpse of her teeth which were prominent. Still, she's looking for ingredients for Bat-Tea, and ducking into the late night stores with a pleasant hello and not even being surprised when someone sticks a silver cross into her face.

What is even vampire weakness? What is that? Why are you doing that?

"Excuse me, can I get some of these herbs please?" asked Draculaura as a frightened storekeep started ringing her up with shaky hands.

To be honest, she was kind of disappointed. All these cities and only one acted like the Normies of her world. So much for universal love.

[Videologue - Video]

Um, Mr. Beast sir? I've been looking for a solution but I'd like the general populations help on this. Is there a way home? I feel this is my fault. Let me start at the beginning.

[And here she summarized what happened, how she crossed the margins in her world and everything started unraveling into words.]

And so, I um... might be responsible for the Crossover? I don't know if this is true, but at the same time I'm not taking chances. If any intellectual people can help me with this problem, it'd be appreciated. Thanks.

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[ That shopkeep was having a difficult night, when not one but a second vampire shows up. Remilia, though, was at least friendlier than most. Usually. And had a French accent... ]

Put that away, mortal. You lack the proper faith to use that. [ And yes, Remilia just witnessed that. At least the shopkeep was serving this new vampire...? ]
Don't mind this mortal. They're a little jumpy around vampires.

I expected as such. It's too bad though that there's people in the other cities who aren't so afraid of us.

[Wait, other vampire? She looked over and Draculaura's expression widened to a friendly smile.]

Oh! You're another vampire too! It's very nice to meet you, I'm Draculaura.

Hello, Miss. I think there's a way out--not the same thing--but it's very unpleasant. The world experiences its fair share of churn, and the ones it rejects seem to have something in common. All conjecture, of course.

[So depressing he kinda wonders why he brings it up.]

Well I'm less looking for a way out than I am looking for a way home. I promised someone I would look into it and I'm having less luck figuring out what kind of situation I'm in. As much as I listen to the hologram, I can't really base a idea off of pamphlets right?

Ah, then on that I've no confident information, except to plod faithfully along and see what the spirits can't tell.

As far as I know, the hologram was insistent on the futility of that search thus far. Not to inspire hopelessness, mind.

Sure you can! Could base an idea off anything, really. I know of no glaring inaccuracies in any of them.

Information changes every day! You can't just simply go with the established info without questioning it though.

That's not what Frankie would do, she would find a way to learn about new things while not dismissing the old.

Why ever not? An eternal truth is true always and forever, which is extremely convenient. Otherwise one might question two and two making four, and then where would we be?

[Even he doesn't know where he's going with this.]

Eheh, I applaud the economy of Ms. Frankie. It won't do to dismiss the elderly, lest one spurns hospices.

But if normies and monsters don't question things, old truths don't get debunked and new truths will become real when you learn new things! It's the progression of science, that's what Frankie said. I'm not saying that all old truths are false, but there's always a possibility.

Hey she's not elderly, she's only 116 years old!

If they're susceptible to debunking, do they not lose their exalted status as truths?

Eheh, "only", eh? Goodness, she's got five times the years I have. I'm tempted to covet. What's the average lifespan for her kind? Is it like yours?

It's been true once upon a time, it doesn't mean they're debunked, just outdated.

I'm not too sure about her grandfather and her father but Frankie was constructed like all of her family. I on the other hand am 1600 years old. I do all my chores, I maintain the cobwebs, all of it. I'm pretty responsible.

My, you're quite the cheerful one. I am Remilia Scarlet, one of many vampires here. [ She's also not feeling too chatty. ]

...Hmm. I...suppose that could be, were it a temporal truth. Saying "you are using the phone" would be true for the moment, and not otherwise in a more privated place.

Constructed? Goodness, how morbid. Well, haha, I'm glad you learned such responsibility so soon. A woman of two millennia that can't do chores is a sorry sort.

Well it's hard not to be upbeat when you feel good, right? [She accepted her herbs and giggled.]

Have you been here long? Your accent is French right? How many monsters are there in this place?

Well it depends if you're looking for temporal or honest truths!

She's the granddaughter of Frankenstein, it's not that big a deal. And yeah, it's not like dad let me out of the house that much growing up.

[*Snort]

Oh, I vastly prefer both to the dishonest truths. Those ones are so untrustworthy.

...huh. But if she were his granddaughter, would she not be...organic?

[*puts on nerd glasses* that's the name of the doctor not the monster!]

A protective father ? Well, I must say I understand him. Too many children go unattended for these days. I can't blame a man for having the security concerns of a mother.

Almost two years... and I am from France originally. And there is plenty of monsters around here.

Well yeah, that's the point.

She's constructed from bodyparts! Don't you know about the story of Frankenstein's Monster?

And yeah, Dad can be protective, but he means well. He's really liking the teacher life.

Do they go to school here? Is there a school for monsters other than normies?

How horrific! But yes, I know the tale, which is equally dreadful. Still, if Victor had a daughter, I can't see how he'd have her so artificially. I'd think he'd learned after the falling out he had the first time.

Hey! She's my best friend! Geez, you'd think normies wouldn't be so close minded.

Victor is her grandfather, and she's the daughter of the Bride of Frankstein and Frankenstien.

Oh, I don't gainsay friendliness. It's the genesis that concerns. Well, no use crying over spilled milk.

Oh, so Frankenstein came back? And found a bride, at that? Huh. Last I'd read he'd slain Victor and disappeared on an ice raft into exile. Perhaps you knew a happier lineage...

She's a monster like I am, that's just how it goes.

Not every story you know is the same. People think Dad broods in a castle and wears a cape and drinks blood, but instead he runs a school, teaches Humanology, he's trying to give up red meat since it's healthier for him too! And he wears a sweater vest.

And I think he's really into Clawdeen's mom too.

[He really hopes every monster isn't the cobbled remains of people. That'd be gross.]

Glad to hear it. Haha, but I shall not be glad to let gossip spoil my ears with any more talk of your father's potential aphrodisiacs. Indeed, I shall trust to a happy and constant marriage unperturbed by competing affections.

[If stories can differ, he'll believe in happy matrimony.]

Well, I'm sorry I could not be of much use to Genessia's most evergreen question. Ah! What's your name? I nearly forgot to ask.

[Only a few.]

It'd be neat if Clawdeen became my sister, then I'd have a dozen brothers too.

[She smiled a little.]

Draculaura! Nice to meet you!

Aheh, I'm Ted. And likewise! Well, I'll let you get on with your study. Let me know should you come across anything interesting.

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