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Backlog - Where is everyone?
Aug. 5th, 2012 01:16 am7:53am.
The meeting room where Mycroft and Lady G have somewhat successful dinner parties, now creepy and empty. Awesome.
Caroline's pacing back and forth, flexing her hands together, the click-click-click of her heels (yes, heels, because the wardrobe room's locked, and apparently nobody's freaking out about this except her, and well maybe Mycroft is, but Mycroft's also pretty sure that she made him a snack, and it wasn't like she'd meant it--
And besides, Klaus should have handled it. She'd not told him about her little 'conversation' at the party, but he said it was alright, and she'd told Mycroft to forget it and he'd seemed too, and besides the whole you're a vampire thing and the impending pitchforks, a dozen people were missing and parts of the station would apparently lock themselves and not open and what did that mean? Could some of the people be inside?
"Being a vampire turns you into a hyperactive freak," she mumbled to herself, forcing herself to take a deep breath, in and out. "Just be normal." She had to remember not to let herself be carried away - crazy neurotic Type-A personalities that were just heightened even more with the whole new-diet-of-O-positive thing wasn't exactly helpful, right now.
She was still pacing, when the first person showed up. "Oh! Hi. Okay. Okay, thanks for coming."
The meeting room where Mycroft and Lady G have somewhat successful dinner parties, now creepy and empty. Awesome.
Caroline's pacing back and forth, flexing her hands together, the click-click-click of her heels (yes, heels, because the wardrobe room's locked, and apparently nobody's freaking out about this except her, and well maybe Mycroft is, but Mycroft's also pretty sure that she made him a snack, and it wasn't like she'd meant it--
And besides, Klaus should have handled it. She'd not told him about her little 'conversation' at the party, but he said it was alright, and she'd told Mycroft to forget it and he'd seemed too, and besides the whole you're a vampire thing and the impending pitchforks, a dozen people were missing and parts of the station would apparently lock themselves and not open and what did that mean? Could some of the people be inside?
"Being a vampire turns you into a hyperactive freak," she mumbled to herself, forcing herself to take a deep breath, in and out. "Just be normal." She had to remember not to let herself be carried away - crazy neurotic Type-A personalities that were just heightened even more with the whole new-diet-of-O-positive thing wasn't exactly helpful, right now.
She was still pacing, when the first person showed up. "Oh! Hi. Okay. Okay, thanks for coming."
