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Who: Alexander, Anthony, Bakura, Banagher, Hajime, John, Lyall, Ravindra, Reilanin & Vanessa
Where: Alex & Ravi's apartment
When: Friday, Sept. 13th (ooooh)
What: Movie night!
Warnings: --

[ and so it happened that tonight was a movie night slightly different from the one alex, anthony, john (and ravindra, when he wanted to be included) had grown accustomed to -- namely, the volume of bodies had doubled, plus two. the cats were split in opinion; adhirat sought shelter in ravi's room, while olivia got cozy with anyone who'd give her the time of day and gomez poked around and occasionally darted off.

the more the merrier -- for anthony's sake, partially, as holing up in an apartment couldn't have been very fun (thought alex) while his peers enjoyed (or enjoyed to hate) school. bakura was a friend of his, so alex was more than happy to have him over. lyall could always use a break. hajime had been an invaluable asset at the water bust and seemed like a swell guy. john was an 'of course'; a founding member of movie night and someone alex got along with splendidly. vanessa, well.

vanessa could do with the company of good people. she seemed to get along with banagher fine, too, and alex was fond of both of them.

as for reilanin, he was basically continuing to offer the branch of friendship, or something like it. he'd actually been surprised when she accepted the invitation. as a librarian, she was probably familiar with the movie they'd be watching tonight.

twilight (or the save the earth equivalent of). ]

[ ooc: more or less a mingle log! throw up your own threads, go hog wild, yeah!
here's the apartment layout for reference. they're on the second floor! ]

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[ he snorts faintly. 'special dishes.' ]

No, I haven't. There's some Filipino dish, though, blood stew or something. That's how I got the idea for the jello-- except reversed.

[ no, he's never had black pudding before. ]

[Maybe it's because he doesn't want blood just yet, but none of these foods really sound all that appealing. Blood stew. Blood jello. Blood pudding. John wrinkles his nose a little and runs a hand through his hair.]

Do you think I should look into recipes like that?

[Cookies are definitely better and more normal, but blood dishes might prove to be more useful soon...]

[ none of them sound appealing to alex at all, either. they're just less unappealing than drinking blood as is.

he catches the motion and takes it for disgust. something like a smile lifts the corner of his lips, but it's brief and halfhearted. ]

'Should'? Man, if you want to. Hopefully it'll be for nothing.

[ unless he wants to cook for alex, ofc. hah!

he knocks john's arm lightly with his knuckles, lowers his voice a little more. ]

But you tell me, all right? If something else changes.

[John shrugs his shoulders in this, "I hope you're right," sort of gesture but makes a mental note to google up some recipes all the same. It's with a bit of wistfulness that he makes the decision that this is probably a culinary adventure he's going to have to take on his own.

Either way, he reaches over and rests a hand on Alex's shoulder following the gentle tap and gives the guy a quick squeeze. His smile is tight--worried about what's to come--but he nods.]

Yeah. You'll be the first to know.

[Or so he hopes. The last thing he needs is to kill the first person he sees as a bloodsucking vampire.]

[ THINK POSITIVE, JOHN.

at this very moment, that quick squeeze means way more to him than it's probably meant to. he doesn't return the smile, not even a bleak one, because he doesn't actually feel like smiling at all.

right now, he feels okay not to.

he nods towards the living room, silently asking if john's ready to rejoin the group. ]

[He glances over at the group still seated in front of the television and sighs quietly. He casts one final look at the fridge before squaring his shoulders and forcing a bright smile to his lips. There was no time like the present, right?]

C'mon.

[John starts for the living area again, silently hoping that no one here will ever have to see what he's becoming.]