[he opens as he usually does as of late, playing something on his guitar. At least in this case he's standing on the roof of the TARDiS somewhere in Fayren by the lack of light pollution against a field of stars. He seems to be playing to an audience but there is no one around. Still, when he finishes he takes a bow and straightens, pointing at the camera]

Music. Makes the people come together.
Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel. [he grins] Sometimes a little of both if you play your cards right.

There must be more musicians out there than just the ones signed on to the agencies. I know. I've played with some of you. But who else is there? Anyone arrived recently who wants to throw their heart on the stage? It's not a bad place to be if you can get it.

Anyway I'm thinking of starting a collective of up and coming musicians. Just because I'm bored. Not much to do when they take the sky from you.

But it would be nice to know who you are at least. Reconnect. See who are together.

[he shrugs. Paces]

Or maybe just to have a cup of coffee.

[he plays a little aimless tune and is about to go before he remembers]

Oh! For all those who follow me in class, look for a tough assignment at the end of the month. Wear parkas and prepare for a little bit of what I'd like to call wilderness survival. [he grins] Like most of your distant ancestors did it. Should be fun. Visitors welcome and lecture to follow.

[Since Enis disappeared, Eliot has been at a loss. For one, he has more time on his hands. Surprising perhaps, when he runs a large business. He had become so accustomed to balancing housework for her with his job that there is now a sizable gap in his daily schedule, filled with nothing but missing his friend. 

Also, with being horrendously hungry. He did her housework in exchange for her blood, but now Eliot is without it. In the middle of winter, when he needs blood the most.

TL;DR later: Eliot is a sad and hungry vampire.]

[VIDEO]

This... This is incredibly difficult for me to phrase. Please consider it c-carefully.

I need human blood... uh. How much would I have to exchange for that...?

Without being hunted down or something.

Asking for a friend. [A pause. Eliot is such a terrible liar. He also doesn't like telling lies this serious, so amends his statement:] That friend is me.

[ACTION]

[Eliot can later be found holed up in one of Genessia City's many cafes. He thought it would be a good idea to do some furniture shopping for the new mansion, but the cold has caught up to him. He's sitting at a table with five steaming hot lattes, lids off, bunched together. And he's warming his hands over them like they're a fireplace.

He's also wearing about three layers of clothing and looks absolutely pathetic.]