http://talldarksaviour.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] talldarksaviour.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] lastvoyageslogs2010-10-16 11:40 pm
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WHO: Damon and YOU! (Open for anyone I plotted a meet up with - Ana, Elle, Severen... as well as anyone who wants to run into him for the LULZ)
WHAT: Day in the life style randomness
WHERE: All over port
WHEN: Saturday night
NOTES: SORRY FOR THE NEMO SPAM, this is the last one for today.

Damon's skin felt itchy, he could feel the glitter just sitting there, waiting to catch the light. Okay so it was body glitter, it was made for putting on skin. And yes so his skin was dead. He wasn't exactly going to get a rash. But still, it was irritating. So was the hair gel for that matter. Who in their right mind would wear their hair sticking up so high? Stefan was bad enough, but this? He raised his hand gingerly to his head. Seriously? He'd never had hair as bad as this. And he'd lived through the 80s!

He strode past a group of girls, who tittered behind their hands as they caught sight of him, laughing even louder when he sent a glare their way and... blowing kisses? Seriously? He rolled his eyes, but relaxed a tad. At least kisses were a positive reaction.

He flicked the ends of the bulky grey coat out from between his legs. How anyone managed to move around in this swamping expanse of fabric was beyond him. What was wrong with a simple black jacket?  No one could ever say his sartorial choices were boring every again, Black beats grey, everyone knew that... except perhaps Edward Cullen.

Yes, that was who he was being forced to impersonate. And yes Sveta was going to pay dearly for making him do this. Dearly. All he had to do was think of a punishment terrible enough.
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ext_956330: Omega spotting a Punch and Judy Show (freedom?)

Early evening

[identity profile] rass-bestie.livejournal.com 2010-10-16 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[Omega glared at a passing Dalek as he waited for Adric to reappear. He hated the multiverse. He spotted Damon and his glare turned into bewilderment.] Are you supposed to be a… [this was a Doctor memory but one he didn't take particular note of.] glam rocker?

costumed up or not??

[identity profile] talldarksaviour.livejournal.com 2010-10-16 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
... Yes. [Damon replied. completely deadpan.] That is what I'm supposed to be.

You?
ext_956330: Omega spotting a Punch and Judy Show (Default)

Oh, God, no.

[identity profile] rass-bestie.livejournal.com 2010-10-16 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[He quirked an eyebrow at that, but aside from 'victim of a tragic glitter accident' he really had no idea. Which made him very curious indeed. His response is wry, he managed to convince Adric to let him shop in a place where normal clothes could be found and bought those instead.] Human. Though the local Daleks insist that I'm the Doctor. Just my luck.

LOL

[identity profile] talldarksaviour.livejournal.com 2010-10-16 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Hilarious. [Damon sent a humourless grin his way.] Unfortunately I wasn't able to persuade my warden to let me take the easy way out. [He's not going to go into how this whole thing was sort of his fault. Stupid witches.]

Why are you lurking? [He raised an eyebrow in return.]

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I HAVE A HEADACHE, SO ENJOY A SHITTY TAG

[identity profile] getlostforever.livejournal.com 2010-10-16 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Neil's about to go trolling a bar for johns, because thank god he can get the fuck off the Barge and enjoy a little bit of variety in a place that isn't full of fucked up aliens or ghosts or torch-wielding hicks. Plus? He figures whatever cash he makes, he can get some quality shit to replenish his rapidly dwindling supply of recreational drugs.

His mind's set on this task as he goes scoping out for the right places to be, then he stops in his tracks as a familiar figure from the Barge is coming up the opposite way. He makes a perplexed face, then moves forward to get a better look, finally letting out a joyful laugh as he realizes it's Damon, the vampire dude he used to share a shift with, covered in glitter.

"What're you supposed to be?" he asks, stopping to lean his back against a building as he snickers uncontrollably. "A fuckin' disco ball?"

Yes, Damon, everybody with this face is a prick.

Joy!

[identity profile] talldarksaviour.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
Oh screw this, it's bad enough being Edward Cullen, but when no one you meet even knows Edward Cullen? Seriously, what's the point?

It does take him a second to place the man, not really from confusion, more from Rex having first dibs on that face. And so, it's with Rex in mind that he advances forward, trying for the intimidating look despite looking like a unicorn sicked up glitter all over his face.

"Let's just say this." And he vamps out. "Gets to be part of my costume." And he gives Neil a grin full of fangs.

[identity profile] getlostforever.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a valiant effort, Damon, but the intimidation doesn't really work when you look so fabulous. Neil just holds his ground, smirking in amusement at the advancing vampire.

Still, when the fangs come out, he flinches momentarily, then fixes Damon with a brief, irked look. He doesn't really like being surprised like that. Despite that, he gets over it pretty quickly, since he's somewhat used to vampires now after having spent two days stuck with that creepy European one who gave him a bottle of wine in exchange for blood.

"So you're a vampire from space?" He cocks his head, that teasing smile back on his lips. "Here to abduct Earth women?"

[identity profile] talldarksaviour.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
He rolled his eyes, and let his face change back to human. Clearly he had underestimated the power of glitter to take the bite from his... bite. He glanced around to double check they hadn't been noticed, before looking back to Neil.

"It's a book. If you'd heard of it, you'd get the reference. Clearly you're before it's time." He gave Neil a look. "Trust me, you're better off." He doesn't know why he sat through that entire movie. Caroline must have put something in her blood.

"Who are you supposed to be?" He asked, raking his gaze over the other man. Not another person who escaped the costume-hell. Seriously, this was so unfair.

Evening.

[identity profile] no-nanomites.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
Ana was firmly intending on avoiding Damon. The problem was that as it got darker, the crowds in the town seemed to become more thick and swarming around them. The ornate costume that Ana had picked out in an attempt to try and remove herself from how bad she was feeling suddenly felt more like a curse than a gift, and it was heavy around her. She was wearing green and dressed as a southern belle complete with a hoop skirt. Somewhere she'd traded in the overly done parasol for a fan, and she was wearing a heavy shawl against the cold. God damn New England weather.

More importantly, however, Ana was wearing an ornate green mask that covered most of her face but her eyes and her lips. She didn't want to run into anyone she knew; Ana just wanted to keep moving, and keep walking like a shark.

Re: Evening. - this ok?

[identity profile] talldarksaviour.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 09:19 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately walking like a shark doesn't work when one of your embroidered tassels gets caught on a round grey button, belonging to an ugly grey coat, presently resting on the shoulders of a glittery old vampire.

There was a ripping sound and Damon turned in surprise, his expression quickly changing into a wince. "Sorry, I'm so sorry. It's this stupid..." He attempted to untangle the coat from the dress. "Stupid coat."

Evening. -Yep!

[identity profile] no-nanomites.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
She hadn't been paying attention, honestly, until there was a ripping sound. The sheer mass of the dress had disorientated her sense of space a bit, due to the volumes of petticoats that were below the silk skirt.

Turning quickly towards the familiar sound of that voice, Ana frowned. "What the hell are you supposed to be?" She knew that if she pulled, a large part of the dress might suddenly rip and she was fighting rather hard not to have it happen.

"Is that glitter?" She was keeping her voice low and her desire to punch him properly contained; Uhura would never let her out again if she got into it with Damon during this port.

Re: Evening.

[identity profile] talldarksaviour.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh shit. He stopped pulling at the dress to look up at her face. It didn't help much, since the mask obscured her features almost entirely, but he knew the voice.

"Shuttup," he replied abruptly, turning back to the tangle. His fingers felt oddly cold and clumsy as he tried to unwind the thread and the button slipped from his grip.

"Be still, will you." He demanded, not looking up.

Evening.

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Evening.

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Evening.

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yourunichase: (Hunting season)

[personal profile] yourunichase 2010-10-17 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Parker had been ordered to be out on the town with Denise, and somewhere along the way the two had gotten rather separated. The separation had probably been cause by a fair amount of beer that had been imbibed at the Beerworks (where they'd bought the entire restaurant a beer on the Admiral. Twice) and the fact that they'd made a stop at a few other bars along the way.

The pair had been following directions from some locals to something called "Bunghole Liquors." Parker had gotten turned around by a crowd of fucking idiots. (Something that she'd muttered quickly and right in the face of several people.) And now she was looking for her warden so that they could either find the liquor store or head into another bar.

Instead, however, she found the man who had taken two bottles of her vodka and used them to set someone on fire. That was completely over the line. Quickly she walked over to Damon and wrapped one arm around his neck. "We need to have a little chat." Her tone was sharp, and there was a cold grin at some fangirls. "Excuse us." Yeah, Parker wanted some alone time with the vampire.

[identity profile] talldarksaviour.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 09:24 am (UTC)(link)
His grin froze on his face, and he managed to stumble along under her grip, taking the first moment he could to shake free and get a good look at her face. So, not a happy expression. Great. He raised his hands. "Okay, okay, I think I can guess where this is going." He racked his brain for an excuse. "It was, it was- I didn't- I wasn't-"

So he'd been drinking, his excuse making capabilities were somewhat impaired.

"I realise, I used you alcohol to set someone on fire..." Not helping, not helping. "She really deserved it."
yourunichase: (gun pointed)

[personal profile] yourunichase 2010-10-17 05:44 pm (UTC)(link)
When he said that he could guess where this was going, Parkers arms rested firmly on her hips, watching him quickly when he raised his hands. Denise had told her not to kill anyone, and if she had too, smacking Damon around didn't mean that she was actually going to be doing any real beating on him.

At least that's what she could tell herself, especially considering that she was rather drunk too.

"No one really fucking deserves to be set on fucking fire, Damon." Parker met his eyes with narrowed ones of her own. "Just fucking shoot someone and get it over with."

[identity profile] talldarksaviour.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Well I didn't have access to a gun, did I?" Not that he would have allowed Ana so quick a death, but there was no need for her to know that.

He went to run his hand through his hair, getting caught on the mass of gel and settling for patting it awkwardly.

"It... I should have told you, I realise that. I didn't tell anyone who I got it from." He shrugged, No one had bothered to ask actually, but he wouldn't have told even so.

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[Spammy as all hell in a bar sometime in the night idk]

[identity profile] yeehawkiller.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
And then...

[Severen continued his drunken story at the bar. He had one too many tequila shots. They didn't do much for the Vampire's metabolism and tasted like shit really but it dulled the senses when taken in copious amounts. Much like a human drinking tequila actually, anyway, he slammed his hand palm down on the bar top to make a point]

there was blood everywhere. And that's when they made me their chief.

from the story I'm assuming they did the whole vampire meet vampire thing? can edit if not

[identity profile] talldarksaviour.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
[He cracked up at the line. Not so much because it was funny, but because when you had this much alcohol, (and maybe a little bit of blood... What? He was dressed as Edward Cullen, if a couple of drunk chicks wanted to be bitten, who was he to refuse?) anything was funny.]

[Damon studied his glass. It seemed to be empty, as did Sev's... He waved the barman over.] Two more, right here, [he said, before turning to his fellow vampire.] Bath, bloodbath, as in bathe in blood. Bathory-style. Ever done it?

I'm more than okay with him drunkedly letting it slip that he eats people professionally

[identity profile] yeehawkiller.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 10:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Bathor-what? For a vampire Severen knew very little about his ~~*^*~~HISTORIC WONDERFUL CASTLE DWELLING HERITAGE~~*^*~~. Hell, all he knew was that he could party all night and kill as much as he liked and get away with it. Well, he could get away with it before he wound up on the barge.

Anyway.

His blurry head started to count back the most recent times he had bathed in blood.]

Three mondays ago. And the tuesday before that. Aaaand... [Severen was ticking them off on his fingers, and then his new friend Damon's fingers and then everyone ran out of fingers.]

Well, that was just 1985-1986. [He burped] Shiiiit...

Evening

[identity profile] tadwizard.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
Tony was walking down the street, ready to visit the bars when he saw...Damon. In glitter. He paused and stared for a minute, then grinned. "You know, you never struck me as the glitter wearing type."

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[identity profile] talldarksaviour.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
He raised a hand, finger pointed at Tony. "Don't you even start."

He walked up to the other man. "I mean it, no grinning no laughing, no 'oh Edward' jokes." He fixed Tony with a serious look. "In fact the only thing you can do, is buy me a drink. Now. Lots of them. Enough that I forget I'm wearing glitter... Why am I wearing glitter?" he whined, raising his hands to his face, and was unable to run his fingers through his hair due to the gel solidifying it into a gravity defying wall. "God-damn, evil wardens with evil senses of humour. I swear, the Admiral is rubbing off on you lot."

Evening - He's from before Twilight

[identity profile] tadwizard.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Tony blinked. "Whose Edward? And sure, I'll buy you drinks, but why are you wearing glitter?"

It was obviously not by choice, after all. "Your warden picked out your costume, I'm guessing?"

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Yep!

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[identity profile] cautionarystory.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
Elle didn't like Halloween. She was trying to walk down the street avoiding all contact with people in costumes while simultaneously trying to pretend her warden wasn't ten feet behind her, sipping coffee, staring.

She hated her entire life a lot right now.

When she spotted Damon, she smiled. "Hey you." She motioned towards his forehead, amused by the glitter he was covered in. "You've got something on your face."

[identity profile] talldarksaviour.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
He raised his eyebrows. "Ya think?" He pouted and tried vainly to rub it off. "This stuff, I swear she used super-glue." He gave it up as a lost cause and refocused on her. "Why are you not in costume?" He put his hands on his hips and gave her a mock glare. "I fear you are not entering into the spirit of the holiday, missy. That's not on."

[identity profile] cautionarystory.livejournal.com 2010-10-17 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
She stepped towards him, stopping just a little closer than strictly necessary. "Guess I've just got too much on my mind." She looked him up and down before adjusting the lapels on his coat. "Besides, there's no way I could look as good as you."
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