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Only So Many Hours in the Day ♍ Semi-Open

Acti♀n; Moving Day (Open to Existing CR)

October is a busy month for Porrim. From part-time clothing boutique clerk to Deputy Guardian of a different city. From a mid-sized apartment to her own two-bedroom house. And with all that moving, she would certain appreciate anyone that would offer to give her a hand. She's got a lot of unusual furniture and a rather eclectic assortment of sculptures and art installations.

There was also her 'play room' which was *mostly* packed, but then some of the items just didn't fit neatly into boxes - like the large wooden suspension frame that would need to be taken apart before it could be moved out.

When everything was done, she'd be treating everyone to lunch at the Bright Sky Diner in Genessia.

Vide♀; Closed to Dracula

I don't suppose you'd make this easy on everyone and turn yourself in, would you?

[ Porrim didn't for a moment believe that the killer was actually Dracula; the shady figure that Ted Satchel seemed to believe to be the cause of every malady known to man besides perhaps Gum Disease was probably a little smarter than to leave his name on a note. If anything, it seemed like someone was trying to frame him. ]

Acti♀n; Exsanguinated (Closed to Ted)

Porrim poked her head into Ted's office. She gave everything a quick once over to make sure Ted wasn't busy pranking a scared newcomer again before getting on with her business.

"I'm heading out for the morgue. Try not to provoke too many panic attacks while I'm gone."

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And why would I need to? I have done nothing to warrant such a request.

Levy had just been moving herself and she knew what sort of trouble it can be. Not only that but she's been working with porrim and any excuse to take a day to lend a hand is a good one. Not that Ted wasn't great to work with but she was sure he'd never heard of days off.

In the spirit of moving Levy also brought Porrim a special book as a moving present. It wasn't with trolls, she was still looking for that, but it was a love-hate story and their might be vampires or other things in it. The truth was she hasn't read it herself yet.

"Porrim?" She poked her head into the woman's apartment looking for her and any way to assist.

You know, the dental situation of Everglade's citizenry wasn't what Ted would call sterling. Dracula, of course! It could only be him. One day, he'll get his, mark Ted's words!

He was listening half-interestedly while a constable gave his reports. "That's one good thing to come of it, at least. Thank you, officer. Good to know Team Rocket seems well and truly gone. For the moment, anyway. Say hello to your wife for me, won't you?"

"Yes sir." He went out, nodding at Porrim along the way.

Ted had wanted to get that bounty himself. He kept tabs on that pretty regularly, mostly for purposes of finding talent. He didn't know whether to be impressed or worried at Porrim beating him to the punch. But then, if anyone was close to a panic attack, it was him. Even he could see something was really fishy.

"Oh, but that's what I'm best at. Guess I'll have to apply my talents elsewhere." All right, mandatory joke done.

"Porrim, you're not the only one that worries, you know. Do you think you can handle this by yourself? I'd be more than happy to go along. Oh, and don't worry. I'm fairly certain it's an imposter, though why anyone would look to Dracula as a role model is more than I can fathom."

Because you didn't commit the murders or because you don't feel murdering people is a crime?

Porrim was dressed rather practically for the purposes of moving furniture and boxes. Or at least, as practical as it got when it came to Porrim. Rare was a situation where a bit of thoughtful stylishness couldn't be worked into an ensemble.

"Hi Levy!" She came to the door and greeted Levy warmly, holding her arms out for a hug.

What on Earth are you going on about?

[He's also looking more than a little annoyed.]

Levy smiled warmly. "You look really great." The young mage liked to wear cute dresses which in hind sight wasn't the best for moving things but that wasn't going to stop her. She held out the book with a smile.

"This is for you. Not exactly what you were looking for but to hold you over until I find the right thing." Her smiled widened. "You're going to have to tell me how it is."

Because she hadn't read it.

Okay, no hug but book. Porrim put her arms down and took it graciously. "I'll be sure to."

She leads Levy into the living room. There are some large boxes scattered around and a few pieces of furniture. "I've captchalogued most of the big pieces of furniture and that's filled up my sylladex already, so just grab what you can carry and we'll drop it off at the house and come back for a second run."

Does the paperboy not make it to Castle Dracula? [ Kind of surprising. ]

I'm talking about this-

[ She uploads a string of photographs to Dracula - crime scene photos of the last murder and a closeup of the note. ]

Yes, he does. He seems to have taken upon himself to wage war against myself and the denizens of my castle. He rarely makes it out. I simply have no interest in the paper.

[He takes a moment to go through the photos.]

"Vlad Dracul"? This is clearly an impostor. I haven't ventured outside of my castle for around a month.

A statement that I'm sure you'd be able to find an alibi for?

"I do, but I suppose I can bear a bit of naive chauvinism if you insist on keeping me company." She actually did like travelling with Ted, but hey she could give it just as good as she got.

"Don't worry, I'm sure that Ted Satchel picks arch nemeses of a much higher caliber than what this degenerate is displaying."

Edited 2015-10-14 05:43 (UTC)

Levy nodded with a wide smile. "Sure!" It looked heavy but there were at least a few boxes that looked like she could carry them. Picking one of medium size she looked over towards Porrim, the box in her arms.

"Lead the way."

She really had no idea where she was going.

I shouldn't need to. I have been here for the better part of a year now, and never once have I tried to hide my vampirism. However, I've never made the news either, because I know how to sate my hunger without causing a scene.

What would I stand to gain from making such idiotic displays? If I wanted t strike fear into the hearts of the populace, I could simply unleash the denizens of my castle. If I wished for notoriety, my recent bid for the seat of Guardian made me a household name. So what reason would I have to start doing this now after nearly a year of not causing such an uproar?

Salient points.

[ She finds it interesting that he freely admits that his castle is full of dangerous monsters. ]

Do you have any idea who would want to pretend to be you?

Porrim kind of stood, a little confused, looking at Levi.

"You're just gonna... carry it? The one box? All the way to Everglade?"

Why wasn't she captchaloguing it?

Levy looked down at the box, her own confusion evident.

"Is there another way? I figured we'd rent a cart." Then fill the cart and move it that way. Of course she didn't really know all that much about Porrim's world. Things weren't so easy where Levy was from which was why her own moving had been tedious.

She owned a lot of books.

"A cart? I guess that could work. Where do we get one?"

He grinned. "Arch nemeses, eh? Well, I was hoping for the devil, but Dracula's close enough. Maybe my evil twin, Det Lechtas. Watch out for him; bald, but with a magnificent beard. Speaks mostly in grunts. Oh, one thing I almost forgot. Since I'm in dire need of evidence, I've set my communicator to 'record' at all times. I highly recommend it if and when you go to you-know-who's castle."

With power and fame, there are always pretenders. There have been for centuries. Many have claimed either my name or my power, but none have been able to keep a hold on such claims for long.

In short, no I do not know, however, I am very curious as to who it is. If you are doing this for any bounty, I will gladly pay you double to deliver him to me that I might mete out a proper punishment.

[Namely, impalement.]

I'll... keep that in mind.

[ She was rather positive that Ted would fire her on the spot if she did that though. Not that it was something she was likely to do in the first place. ]

Levy was a little confused but she supposed it was something specific to Porrim's home. With a smile she set down the box and then walked towards the door.

"I can see if I can find one. I think I saw one of the shops using one on the way here and it wouldn't be to hard to return." Without another word she slips from the room to fetch a cart. She hoped it was big enough for the last few boxes so that they'd only have to take one trip but she didn't mind the work.

After about twenty minute's Levy returned with a cart and a smile. "Got it!"

"Great! A little unorthdox, I suppose, but it should do."

She started to help load the cart up with the remaining boxes.

As they load the cart Levy looked over at Porrim curiously.

"What do you usually do?" It'd be interesting to know if she could do that also, at least with all the book she usually attempted to cart around with her.

With everything loaded Levy begins to guide the cart forward and towards Porrim's new home.

"Captchalogue. I kind of assumed everyone had a sylladex since Ted has one too, but I guess not? In hindsight, I suppose it is a system endemic to SGrub, so it exists only in Paradox Space, perhaps... I hadn't really thought about it before, since we had Sylladexes long before we started to play the game."

It was really impossible to get into anything about where Porrim came from without it becoming a THING, because really there was so many levels of hoofbeast droppings stacked on top of one another.

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