It can't be biological. We've already broken a lot of those conventions. And these other vampires here I can feel them, can feel him in my territory, they don't have the same ... habits.

Damnit, I can't stop thinking about this. If I say 'it's not fair' someone shoot me.

Only gone a few days. But years in my time. Strange how everything about this horrible little place is starting to come back. Damn. I wish Celluci were here. I'd even put up with the smell of his takeout. Don't know how Henry did it all that time.

He needs to loosen up. It's his attitude holding him back. We got along just fine after taking care of those gangsters in Vancouver and fu-

Freaking kidding me. This has to be a curse.

Huh, I don't remember a door being he-

[ooc: Aaand Vicki is out of the City for the time being. She will return at a later date]

[Sound of someone walking]

Twenty five steps from the door to the couch. Ten steps from the couch to the kitchen.

Seven to the microwave.

Knifeblock to the right side.

All right. I think I've got it this tim- [Wooden sounding crash] table. Forgot about the table. Damnit.

From the beginning.

[Sound cuts off]

...oh hell

Private//Unhackable

When did it start getting so bad? I should have paid more attention. What could I have really done.

Nothing.

This can't change anything, it can't carry over. I don't want to think about what would happen if I get dropped back into my world with end game RPS. I'll deal with it while I'm here and when I get back, I swear to whoever is listening, regular doctor visits.

End Private

Lets hope this doesn't carry over to returning home.

Private // Unhackable

With this whole mess of false accusations with Henry, I didn't notice the gradual decline. Jesus Christ, it can't be like this when I get back.

I can't even see the keys on the keyboard.

Foster's dipping back into the drugs. I'm worried about him.

And how are you? Now that these charges aren't hanging over your head. I knew you wouldn't do it.

Bet you're right at home in all this, Henry, it's like something out of one of your novels.

If I see one more heaving bosom or dark emotional prince type, I'm going to need a batting cage.

Starting to feel a half step slow.

Any regular Joe's out there looking for a sparring partner? Times like this I could really use Celluci.

I get it. Naked curse. Cute.

But glasses don't count as clothing.

Too bad you didn't have cuffs, Henry, it would have made your cop routine more interesting.

All right, Foster, I hope you haven't forgotten.

I've got the booze, lets see if you can handle it.

My name is Khatar Al-Jahim and I am a Janissary of the Sultan. My services are open to the noble and wise families of the faith.

Many of the harem and a few wives have been separated from their Masters. As a servant of the sultan, I offer my humble services to reunite the faithful Masters with their property. No fee, of course, and done with all honor and respect.

I misplaced my glasses and I'm in some kind of Aladdin drag. Jesus. I'm going home and pouring shots.

[ooc: That would be Vicki cross dressing in order to serve as a guard of the Sultan.]

No one did the Monster Mash on the apartment building. I'll count that as a win.

[Private // Unhackable]

This is like being a thirsty man in a sea of saltwater. Look, but don't drink.

I hate feeling useless like this. Especially when I've been told- can't even think like that.

[End Private]

Damnit, where's Master Po when you need him.

[ooc: Cookies if you get the last reference <3 ]

It's never a good night when you look out and think buildings are moving.

I'm going to need a bigger bat.

You people are following mysterious music why? I doubt there's a bag of cheese puffs at the end.

I'm going to get to the bottom of this.

Henry, when you wake up, come to the forest, something's going on and that's where I'll be.

Seth, you coming?

All right, acting on the assumption that this isn't a curse, and my gut says that assumption is right, we have to look at the details.

-A whole lot of different symptoms
-Widespread
-No seeming incident for each different illness

I got sick at the Chinese food place. All right. Starting there.

[ooc: Half blind detective that will be puking every few feet or so <3 ]

. . never eat chow mein again.

Oh god. . I can still taste the spring rolls. .

[Sounds of painful retching]

[ooc: Affected by the Cantarella and will be investigating]