« « « OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY « Name: Jonathan Reid « Handle: jreid « Picture: Photo ID
Good evening. My name is Dr. Jonathan Reid. I wished to inquire if anyone is aware of a medical treatment facility in the Down that may be in need of a physician. I am unable to locate any map or list of locations with this device I've been given. Thank you for your time.
» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY [Jonathan would like to say he's never felt so mistreated in his life, but the relatively "warm" reception of the natives of this world is in sharp contrast to the murderous intentions of his fellow countrymen the last time he awoke in a place absent the memories of how he arrived. His thirst is ever-present, and he's seated himself as best he can in the shadows while they're being forced into this farce of an orientation. He's kept his ears tuned, though, and his mind sharp on everything. If he's to survive here and make it back to London, to Elisabeth, he'll need to be attentive. And likely obedient.
The doctor sits in the very back, as far from the windows as possible. It would seem the people in charge have some mercy within them. He's a sociable man, though, and while he turns his collar up and sinks into his coat as much as he can, he'll offer a friendly, tight-lipped smile to whomever is seated beside him.]
It is a grand place, is it not? I have never seen trains such as these. Nor a city so vast.
[To most he'll simply appear to be a pale man with a few battle scars. To someone with the ability to see through illusions or those who might have some other supernatural senses, they might see that Jonathan's skin is not just pale, but deathly so. His eyes are dulled with death. When he speaks, the hint of too-sharp canines can be seen below his lip.]
« « « A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS. [Room B is, for the first time since Jonathan has arrived here, somewhere that feels wholly familiar. The luxurious trappings of the room are reminiscent of his family's mansion. He steps out and looks around in confusion. He didn't mean to be here, but he certainly shan't object to it. The doctor is wholly unfamiliar with the concept of escape rooms in his own time. He wanders the room curiously for a minute before deciding to head back to the lift. Before he can get there, there's a ding and someone else is stepping off.
Jonathan's brows rise.]
Would you happen to know where we are? [A 'sir' or 'miss' is appended to that depending on the gender of the person who steps through the doors.]
» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS [Jonathan's grateful for the chance to mingle at a black-tie affair when it seems that 'Submissives' are never intended to have such luxuries unless they're heaped upon them by a 'Dominant.' The structure of this society is anthropologically fascinating. A part of him wonders if there's some connection to blood that may help account for who is assigned to which class. Otherwise, it seems to be entirely random.
Those in attendance may find they're being studied intensely as Jonathan observes, trying to find some pattern to the assignments here. Eventually, that becomes less interesting than taking two glasses of champagne from one of the servers and approaching another person. They might be a Dominant or a fellow Submissive. Either way, he offers a polite smile.]
I wonder if this sort of event is a regular occurrence. I confess, I've not seen any children in attendance if this is meant to be for their benefit. That seems peculiar, does it not?
Dr. Jonathan Reid | Vampyr | Submissive
« Name: Jonathan Reid
« Handle: jreid
« Picture: Photo ID
Good evening. My name is Dr. Jonathan Reid. I wished to inquire if anyone is aware of a medical treatment facility in the Down that may be in need of a physician. I am unable to locate any map or list of locations with this device I've been given. Thank you for your time.
» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY
[Jonathan would like to say he's never felt so mistreated in his life, but the relatively "warm" reception of the natives of this world is in sharp contrast to the murderous intentions of his fellow countrymen the last time he awoke in a place absent the memories of how he arrived. His thirst is ever-present, and he's seated himself as best he can in the shadows while they're being forced into this farce of an orientation. He's kept his ears tuned, though, and his mind sharp on everything. If he's to survive here and make it back to London, to Elisabeth, he'll need to be attentive. And likely obedient.
The doctor sits in the very back, as far from the windows as possible. It would seem the people in charge have some mercy within them. He's a sociable man, though, and while he turns his collar up and sinks into his coat as much as he can, he'll offer a friendly, tight-lipped smile to whomever is seated beside him.]
It is a grand place, is it not? I have never seen trains such as these. Nor a city so vast.
[To most he'll simply appear to be a pale man with a few battle scars. To someone with the ability to see through illusions or those who might have some other supernatural senses, they might see that Jonathan's skin is not just pale, but deathly so. His eyes are dulled with death. When he speaks, the hint of too-sharp canines can be seen below his lip.]
« « « A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS.
[Room B is, for the first time since Jonathan has arrived here, somewhere that feels wholly familiar. The luxurious trappings of the room are reminiscent of his family's mansion. He steps out and looks around in confusion. He didn't mean to be here, but he certainly shan't object to it. The doctor is wholly unfamiliar with the concept of escape rooms in his own time. He wanders the room curiously for a minute before deciding to head back to the lift. Before he can get there, there's a ding and someone else is stepping off.
Jonathan's brows rise.]
Would you happen to know where we are? [A 'sir' or 'miss' is appended to that depending on the gender of the person who steps through the doors.]
» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS
[Jonathan's grateful for the chance to mingle at a black-tie affair when it seems that 'Submissives' are never intended to have such luxuries unless they're heaped upon them by a 'Dominant.' The structure of this society is anthropologically fascinating. A part of him wonders if there's some connection to blood that may help account for who is assigned to which class. Otherwise, it seems to be entirely random.
Those in attendance may find they're being studied intensely as Jonathan observes, trying to find some pattern to the assignments here. Eventually, that becomes less interesting than taking two glasses of champagne from one of the servers and approaching another person. They might be a Dominant or a fellow Submissive. Either way, he offers a polite smile.]
I wonder if this sort of event is a regular occurrence. I confess, I've not seen any children in attendance if this is meant to be for their benefit. That seems peculiar, does it not?