Didn't we just do this last week?

[perpend]

[It's starting to look like this is going to be a weekly occurrence.

Just like last week, Cabanela waits a while before he makes his rounds, writing everyone quick notes and sliding them under each occupied door.]

Stay strong.
If you don't want to be alone tonight, meet in the dining hall.
-Cabanela

[Like last week, Cabanela hasn't bothered to provide anyone with food-- that would just be... rude right now, he thinks. Upon first entering, you'll notice that there are now four lit candles in the center of one of the tables.

Feel free to leave mementos for the dead; it's probably appreciated.]

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[midnightsea]

['You want the truth so badly, when so few will believe it and the rest will condemn me for it?']

[There was hardly any point in pretending anymore, not that he'd been doing so from the start. There had been little doubt in Dio's mind since awakening here that he'd become more than human at some point. He knew how, and he had a reasonable guess as to why.]

[But when? When, between that evening returning to the Joestar mansion and that day on the ship, had he used the mask hidden back in his room? And how long a period of time had passed between those two events to begin with?]

[...He wasn't going to find any answers by associating with the rest of them. Perhaps they would all be terrified he'd kill them...that would actually be worth the trouble this day had ended up being.]

[Take this useless world for all you can get. In times like this, the words of a man he'd detested came to mind. The only person Dio Brando would rely on was himself, and everyone who got in his way would burn--especially the Conductor.]

[Scowling to himself, Dio walked past the dining hall with every intention of bypassing it in favor of the stairs and infirmary. There was no reason to go out of his way to associate with the others anymore. Now that he considered it, there likely never had been in the first place.]

[oftheland]

[...oh wait there's someone there, yeah.

Yeah, he figured this would be where Dio would go. Well, Dio kind of won a bet that they hadn't even agreed on the terms of... but he'd been thinking a lunch, and it was a lunch Dio would get.]

...you know, I've actually always wondered if vampires were supposed to prefer different blood types. AB's a little rarer than usual, isn't it?

[midnightsea]

...'Different types'? Is that what all the meticulous labeling means?

[did you know blood types weren't discovered until the very early 1900s]

[so transfusions until then were pretty much down to 'how lucky are you today']

[oftheland]

...Ah, right, you're from a world that's a little further back on the technology end, right? It's basically to aid in transfusions, though a while back some people were theorizing that they had some sort of effect on your personality, too.

I'm not sure how bunk it is or isn't, but it does keep you from dying if you get a transfusion of the wrong type.

[...he'll toss the blood bag over like it's a goddamn beanbag, because of course]

[midnightsea]

I'm hardly a doctor, but considering what I'm fairly sure is the fatality rate with procedures like that, it makes sense enough.

[He's just gonna catch that, looking from the blood to Giovanni in what may have been mild confusion. What was his angle here?]

...What do you think you're doing, exactly?

[oftheland]

I have to say that I'm glad they found it out long before I was born, at the very least.

[...and he just kind of smirks.]

Well, you were right about different executions. I didn't wager anything, but I figured you may as well have lunch on me because you won there.

[decrees]

Dio.

[Well, guess who's going to try to stop you on your way to the stairs? Yeah. Logan doesn't like Dio at all, but there is something pressing to discuss.]

I have a question for you, if you will allow me a moment of your time.

[midnightsea]

[Judging by the look on his face, Dio's kneejerk response was almost 'oh goddamnit not you'. But he (metaphorically) bit his tongue and stopped walking, turning to face Logan with folded arms.]

And what question is that, Your Majesty?

[...he's a douchebag even when he's not having a bad day, which apparently he is.]

[decrees]

[...well, he did tell you to get your shirt off, so yeah. He's probably not your favorite person right now. #priorities]

I am only familiar with vampires through fiction, they do not exist in Albion. Will you be able to sustain yourself on the blood in the infirmary?

[...ARE YOU GONNA HAVE TO START DRINKING OUR BLOOD, OR]

[midnightsea]

. . .

[are you really serious right now.]

Logan. How many weeks have we been here.

[Delivered in the biggest 'you're an idiot voice Dio can manage, which is saying a lot.]

If I needed to kill someone to survive this long, one of you would be dead as we speak. As it stands, things are exactly as I said earlier: I'm not going to risk execution over that.

[decrees]

[the most put-upon sigh]

I'm not saying you need to kill. My concern is with the supplies in the infirmary. If they are not restocked, how long will you be able to go before you need to take from one of us?

[...you... can do that without killing us, right...?]

[forcegalactic]

There you are. Shoulda known.

[Mordecai arrives on the scene, carrying an unopened bottle of beer and a glass.]

Say, I wanna apologize for askin' you to eat the food I made last week. Lemme me make it up to you. [He holds up the beer.] Think you can drink this if I mix it with blood?

[midnightsea]

I don't often care for alcohol. I never did even when I was still human.

[...But if nothing else, that didn't sound like a thinly veiled 'get away from me'. Seemed like he had some shred of patience left today after all.]

But don't concern yourself with apologizing. There's little point in it.

[forcegalactic]

[Oh, stop being a killjoy, Dio.]

Well, your loss. Thought it's be nice addin' some sorta flavor into the one thing you can actually eat. Never met a vampire before, thought they only existed in stories, but here you are. Explains a lot, don't it? Bein' tired at noon, not eatin', actin' all gloomy, fittin' for a vampire persona...

But I digress! [Punctuated with a finger pointed at the ceiling.] Are you able to eat blood with some flavorin' or does it have to be the all-natural plain kind?

[midnightsea]

Frankly, I'd thought it was plainly obvious from day one. The fact that half of you clearly had no idea is something I find entirely baffling, but it hardly matters now.

['gloomy' excuse you he is dramatic and brooding ok]

...As for your question, I can't remember if I've ever tried. I attempted drinking tea the first week we were here, but it didn't taste like anything at all--I don't expect anything else will be any different.

[forcegalactic]

Only obvious to those that thought vampires are real. Come one, what's more likely: somethin' that don't exist in your universe, or some guy that wants everybody to think he's cool?

[The latter is very common.]

Right, then. Straight up blood it is. [There goes his idea, but one glace at his glass has him curious.] So how does it work? You drink it through your fangs like a straw, or do you gotta put it all in a cup first?

[crimsonchin]

Herr Vampir.

[ Asuka managed to catch him on the way to the infirmary, it'd seem; perhaps the two can be wallflowers together. ]

Are you sure you didn't miss out on your true calling? Someone like you would get standing ovations on the West End.

[midnightsea]

[...asuka please]

You can still just call me Dio, you realize.

[crimsonchin]

I know, but Herr Vampir has a good ring to it.

Still, my point stands. It was a stellar performance.

[midnightsea]

I do prefer to conduct myself in a manner which leaves an impression.

[crimsonchin]

You certainly succeeded at that. What do you intend to do now that the secret's out?

[sunsong]

Hey, you did a good job with the dramatic accusation. Y'ever thought about bein' an actor?

[ Sol apparently has zero intent of stopping talking to Dio, despite the trial... ]

[midnightsea]

Not particularly. I prefer reading plays to performing them.

[sol oh my god]

What do you want?

[sunsong]

What, seriously? What's your favorite one, then?

[ #YOLO ]

Do I have to want somethin'? Chattin's all I was looking for.

[midnightsea]

I quite liked Hamlet, as a matter of fact. Though I'm partial to Marlowe's Faustus and Sophocles' Antigone as well.

[basically anything where someone dies, suffers, or both.]

. . . After that mess, you really want to discuss literature? You and miss Williams both almost had everyone out for my blood, if you'll pardon the ironic phrasing.