[ That is one big pod, for a very big guy inside of it; a very disgruntled Decepticon has found himself far from his cave in Jasper. He already is dealing with being in exile, and a night in shut down mode to conserve energon had him with his guard down.

When he wakes, he snorts, and he cringes at the lack of space in the pod. ] Drats! [ He shouts out, as he reaches his slender fingers up to push the pod up and he sits himself up. ] So, I'm not off line, and that is a very good development. [ He grabs hold of the videophone, waggles his fingers and he goes to announce his presence.

This entire thing might be good; he might be able to rule, whereever this is and without Megatron to screw things up... He smiles at the thought crossing his mind, but the smile fades when he knows that every place has its fair share of heroes. ] Drats... [ But he quickly composes himself, and then goes to announce his arrival. ]

Hello... [ He taps the camera with a finger. ] Can anyone hear me? I believe I have arrived here by mistake.

Who: Vladislaus Dracula, and whoever wants to run into him
What: Getting his bearings, including lots of fun flying over the city and/or cities
Where: the Bay, then Genessia and probably Everglade, including the skies above them
When: After sundown Monday
Warnings: Surprisingly few. (Please see his history or just ask for more details, but this Dracula is nearly as friendly as, say, Drac from Hotel Transylvania--unless you attack him or his friends.) He is a flirt, and will be looking for ladies to nibble on and paid blood donors. (Also potential employees and MAYBE potential childer.) But he actually gives a damn about consent in any case, unless your character is victimizing people. So....swearing in Romanian, retaliatory violence only, possible consensual nibbling, etc., decent chance of silliness, 100% chance of Dracusnark.

As the sun set, a chilly wind set up over the Bay, rippling the water.  A few dead leaves bounced in from nowhere. One of the pods now had fog trickling out of it, pouring down the sides and crawling slowly across the water. Then, slowly, a long white hand clad in a somberly black wool sleeve pushed the lid upward with an audible creak....


"It seems that God is not yet done punishing me," he muttered resignedly. Fine if God wasn't--he expected a very long penance indeed after all he had done. That work was why he had been allowed to keep most of his powers. But he sure wasn't above bitching about it.

Still, he reflected as he opened the box and started reading the note, at least it wasn't a prison.

Once he had put on the necklace (and hidden it under his collar, because what was he, a jewel-wearing Turk?) he gathered up everything else and stepped out of his pod. Instead of stepping down into the water, he floated a bit above the surface, drifting over to one of the entryways and peering out. "Hmmm." he looked down at his communicator, considering making a broadcast. That was what one did, after all. Except....

He sighed and rolled his eyes, rambling quietly to himself. "Bah! What exactly am I going to say, 'hello, this is Dracula. But don't pull out the torches yet, I'm actually not a bad guy. I know you've got no logical reason to believe me, especially in light of the fact that ninety nine percent of my parallel versions are such raging pulas that I murdered the three I met on principle within minutes of meeting them. But here I am, the exception.' ...I do not think so."

Instead he looked to see if anyone was around. It was dark enough for him to exit the building, and he did so, landing to walk a while and check to see if anyone was around. As soon as he though he could get away with it unseen, he started to lift into the air again, this time intending to rise far enough to get a good view of the city.