[network] [video] [locked to new hires]

[vampthropologist]

[the man before you is tall, long-haired, quite pale, and wears tinted glasses. He takes them off as he speaks, revealing glowing red eyes; astute viewers may notice that his nails are dark and oddly-shaped, more like claws.]

Good evening. Or morning, or afternoon, as the case may be. My name is Beckett. I'm a recent arrival. I'm making this post by way of introduction and some explanation, since my nature may be, for some of you, cause for concern.

I am what most of you would call a vampire. I am clinically dead, resurrected by supernatural means and sustained by the blood of the living. That being said, I'm also not bad at chess, a decent poker player, and a wonderful dancer.

[He pauses briefly, for laughter. That was An Joke. He is Putting You At Ease.]

I am given to understand that I'm not the first of my kind to arrive here, although the young man who preceded me appears to have vanished. I'm not sure how much of an impression he made. I'd be happy to answer what questions I can, within limits. To start with the obvious one: Jorgmund has seen to my nutritional needs, so I won't be asking for volunteers.

[He means to smile reassuringly, but mostly just bares his teeth.]

Any other questions?

Comments

Re: video

[vampthropologist]

[He gives her a wan smile]

I thought it best to get things over with, as it were. Honesty is generally considered the best policy, though I'll admit I'm rusty in that regard.

[valkywhee]

Kevin already did the "hey guys, I'm a vampire" thing. Like we were just supposed to know what a vampire is.

[She likes Kevin, so that comes out as fondly amused rather than disdainful.]

[vampthropologist]

I'm uncertain what he may have told you, and indeed if he was even precisely what I understand to be Kindred. Jorgmund certainly seemed to think we were different breeds, although - [the smile on his face, this time, is smug and genuine] - they may simply have been confused about our different bloodlines.

At any rate, it's a pleasure to meet you, Ms...?

[valkywhee]

Nora. [Pause. Oh right some people use last names.] Nora Valkyrie.

[vampthropologist]

I take it you were acquainted with Mr. Ingstrom?

[valkywhee]

[Nora might realize Beckett just wants info rather than conversation. Eventually. In a few years.]

Yeah. He was cool.

You should probably ditch the whole "Mr. Whoever" thing. Makes you sound like a headmaster.

[Implication: Beckett is not cool.]

[vampthropologist]

[Beckett has seen cool come and go. He has been both cool and uncool, and will be both again. That he's on something of a downswing twinges his ego, somewhat, but he's made peace with it.

Totally.]

Did he ever mention his clan to you?

[valkywhee]

What, Ingstrom? Kevin's from some planet called Dirt, I don't know anything about their history.

[Honestly, he might have and Nora just forgot. Either way, the result is the same.]

[vampthropologist]

Nevermind, then.