Stoker Household Activity Log: April (Mmm Sacrelicious...)

[tinyvampiregod]

Who: Open to all residents and their visitors.
When: The month of April (specific dates in subject lines)
Where: The Stoker Household / Winthers Lake Manor in Sector Seven, close to the border of Sector Four.
Summary: Daily shenanigans and interactions amongst the household throughout the month.
Warnings: There will be threads regarding the Seven Sins plot for the month, so expect some Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, and Wrath.



Enter freely and of your own volition.

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4/15: Alucard

[tinyvampiregod]

When Walter awoke, exited the bed and went about his daily tasks, Alucard merely spread out like an amorphous vampire blob to steal into Walter's lingering warmth on the sheets and doze once more. The dozing lasted all afternoon, though he was surely awake by early evening. Awake, ravenous, but rather unwilling to leave the bed.

The sheets had cooled to his own nonexistent body temperature, he was not tired- there was no reason to linger between the covers, and yet he had no reason to emerge. Darkness monsters? Been there, done that.

A strong desire for blood warred with the newfound laziness, but could not overcome it. Perhaps Walter would feed him here. It was all the same difference, really. And he wanted.

[angel_of_death]

As it drew into the evening and Alucard had yet to make an appearance, the young human became curious as to the whereabouts of his partner. Parting momentarily from his evening duties, Hellsing's butler made a preliminary search of the rooms of the basement, and when that search failed to yield results, took a moment to glance over the yard in the back, as the lack of trees shadowing that portion of the land afforded the area a clear view of the waning moon.

Alucard, however, was no where to be seen. And since the vampire was not out in the yard, nor in any of the rooms which he had free reign to wander at will, Walter returned to the last place in the house the vampire frequented whilst the living in the household remained awake and alert; to the room in which Walter had last seen him. To Walter's own room.

Fortunately, Alucard was there. But he hadn't seemed to have moved from where Walter had left him hours ago. For the life of him, Walter could not understand why.

"I'm surprised. You're usually up and about by now."

[tinyvampiregod]

Alucard barely deigned to glance at Walter, turning his head slowly and shifting only slightly under the now messy pile of blankets, "Mm, why bother rising? Nothing to do. Slide in, Walter, the sheets have grown cold- only first, bring me dinner? I'm ravenous." He shifted again, very slowly, deliberately, seeming to ooze and take up the entirety of the bed, barring Walter access until he obeyed the request for dinner.

It wasn't an abnormal request, in Alucard's opinion, Walter was up and mobile and obviously wanted to be up and mobile. Why not put all of that youthful life and energy to a good purpose? Namely taking the edge off this piggish need to indulge, to bloat himself with blood like a fat tick.

[angel_of_death]

"The butchers' shops are closed by now. If you want anything more than an ounce or two, you'll have pry yourself out of bed and get it yourself."

Placing a gloved hand on his hip, Walter huffed in irritation. Really, what a ridiculous request. Alucard knew full well that they didn't have the supplies on hand that they had back in London.

"I'm not dragging a darkness monster into the house for you to feed on, and I can't just march into the medical centre in sector four and take their reserve stocks to bring back to you because you're too lazy to leave my bed."

[tinyvampiregod]

Alucard shifted enough for his gaze to draw down Walter's face, over his shoulder and down his arm to land on Walter's wrist, "You've always had a can do attitude, Walter. Hand feed me." There was a twitch of Alucard's pale hand, an aborted effort to reach out and draw Walter in.

Too much effort.

"A full vampire is a happy vampire," He murmured.

4/18: Integra

[integra_hellsing]

Integra was normally a fairly active person. She'd had to be, after all -- who else was going to run the Organization? No matter what, the heiress had always done what needed to be done, whether or not she was sick or exhausted or even injured.

Even here, she'd woken at dawn on her own, had gotten dressed and done her own thing throughout the day. In her mind, just because she was not at home, her duties still remained... as much as they could in such a place, of course.

So naturally, Integra herself did not understand the sudden feeling, the sudden need to stay in bed today. It was well past noon when she finally pried her eyes open and rolled over to see the time. Oh, she'd been awake a few times, naturally. Her body wouldn't allow her to just sleep the entire time, but she hadn't gotten out of bed.

Groaning, she merely rolled over onto her side, pulled the covers over her head, and proceeded to close her eyes again. No, she just simply could not be bothered today.

[tinyvampiregod]

When Walter abandoned the bed to go about his tasks again, Alucard decided to seek out his future Master. She was likewise abed, deliciously warm and perhaps in the mood to share some of that pure, virgin Hellsing blood. With a little exertion of power (that was incredibly draining and full of effort, in his opinion), Alucard's form shifted to shadows and slid through the floors down to to Seras Victoria's bedroom.

His shade slide under the covers and finally began to fill them out beside Integra in a the form of a cold, Alucard shaped lump that pressed against her to leech her warmth.

[integra_hellsing]

Integra managed to force a single eye open, and she merely turned her head in Alucard's direction as he took shape. Really, this was taking far too much energy to bother with...

"Alucard, what are you doing? Surely you have your own bed," she stated, as though she owned the bed that actually belonged to Seras. "I'm not in the mood for games."

Pausing, the heiress sighed and forced herself to roll onto her back so that she could just turn her head to stare at the vampire. "I'm too tired to kick you out right now, so I suppose as long as you don't do anything ridiculous or move too much, this is acceptable."

[tinyvampiregod]

"You're warm," Alucard finally emerged somewhat from the covers. Enough that his voice wasn't muffled. "Walter left to go do his... Walter things and the bed went cold. I'm also hungry." And gave her a pointed look as though this is when she ought to be offering some of the fine, virgin Hellsing blood that had the audacity to flow through her veins without so much as an offer to him for it.

19/4

[bloodthirsts]

The door slammed.

Seras slammed a door, that is and the poor piece of wood shook questionably upon its hinges for a few moments before settling, still on its hinges. Work today had been maddening and the sirens were just starting to blare after she came in, heading straight downstairs to her room, seeking a change of clothing.

Quite unlike her normal self tonight Seras felt an unquestionable need to kill something and woe betide any Darkness monsters who ventured out tonight

She was just -- just sick of having to stay so polite in the face of criminals who were constantly rude or making suggestive comments at her, of course she couldn't just give them a crack round the earhole because that wouldn't be right, would it? That would be misconduct instead of giving some twat who deserved it a good put down.

Just... just urgh! Ever since monday her temper had started to gro shorter and shorter and tonight it seemed was hitting the roof.

Sorry, Seras. This was just too good to pass up.

[integra_hellsing]

Unfortunately for the poor Police Girl, someone was inhabiting her bed. That someone happened to be Sir Integra Hellsing, who was currently sprawled out across the poor Draculina's mattress, dressed in her pajamas.

The door slamming had set off alarms in her head, something bad could potentially be happening. Someone perhaps was angry, or perhaps something had managed to slip into the house. That didn't matter, though. She couldn't be bothered about it... and then Seras entered.

"...Police Girl. Couldn't you have been a bit more quiet?"

roflmao

[bloodthirsts]

Seras' angry stomping was momentarily flummoxed when she arrived to her room and found...

"Miss Integra, what are you doing in my bed?"

Now granted, Seras didn't exactly use her bed for sleeping, there was a rather lovely coffin occupying a space on the floor for that, but still! It wasn't an everyday occurence to find your superior kipping in your room, dressed in their pyjamas no less.

Seras didn't think she'd ever seen Integra dressed in anything other than suits.

[integra_hellsing]

"What does it look like, Police Girl?" Integra mumbled, grunting as she struggled to pull the covers back over herself... and over her head, too. "I'm trying to sleep. My bed wasn't as comfortable as I thought so I had to come in here."

Which was a lie. Her room had been perfectly fine, but she'd felt compelled to come here instead. It wasn't fair, this bed never got used, and so SOMEONE had to use it, right?

"I thought we had already gone over being too loud a long time ago," she blurted out suddenly, voice muffled from the covers.

20/4 Evening

[angel_of_death]

In the course of peeling fruits and vegetables for the evening meal, Walter found himself immersed in thought. Here again, as they had for most nights, they were having a full meal-- a multiple course meal; such things were exceedingly rare even in the Hellsing household during his time. It would have been nice had he had such things at home. Entrees and desserts were wasted on the likes of the population in the city; they never appreciated what they had. Even though trade with the outside world was stunted they waddled around, fat and whining, throwing away perfectly decent food. They didn't even share their stale bread with the birds. They just threw it away.

The spoiled rotten brats would never make it on rationing. But rationing was exactly what they deserved.

Re: 20/4 Evening

[bloodthirsts]

It was in the middle of the dinner preparation that Seras slunk into the kitchen, looking grumpy and worn. Her NV had been left somewhere in the house, firmly turned off.

"Mind if I hide here?" she said in a tone of long-suffering.

[angel_of_death]

"Not at all."

The reply was automatic. After all, Walter was alone in the kitchen before. He didn't like being alone. It was too quiet, being alone.

"What are you hiding from?"

[bloodthirsts]

"Thank God."

Seras sat down at the table and promptly let her head fall forward to make a thud on the table. "Miss Integra and Master..."

4/20 Evening

[tinyvampiregod]

With Integral having been extracted from the bed a bit earlier, by Walter, Alucard was left without a source of warmth and the stench of the food, the heaviness of the human slop he consumed earlier was sitting heavily in him. The sheets were mussed and he was beginning to regret the expenditure of energy it had taken to leave the crisp, hospital corners of Walter's bed to slide into Integra's and steal her warmth.

But he was disinclined to move at the moment. Life was difficult.

[angel_of_death]

The vampire would not be alone for long. As soon as Walter had finished with Integra and assisted in serving dinner to the rest of the household, he stalled his own meal in order to descend the steps to Seras' quarters and see to his partner.

He didn't look any less pleased when he entered the second time.

"I have to say, as far as messes go, this is worse than your usual."

Righting the tipped-over carton of melting ice cream before it turned into a enormous chocolate puddle, Walter surveyed the damage.

"You'd think that Arthur dropped by for a visit, looking at this room."

[tinyvampiregod]

"Integra's fault entirely," Alucard assured Walter as he propped his chin up with a hand, red eyes glowing as he fixed his gaze on Walter's face. "Done here, the interest is gone. And it's filthy." He gave a languid, dismissive gesture with his free hand before shifting onto his side.

He pursed his mouth, about to say more, then huffed and kicked away the stained covers.

[angel_of_death]

Carefully navigating around the discarded covers, Walter stalked over to the side of the bed. While part of him was interested in what the vampire might have had to say, the larger share of his mind just wanted to get Alucard out of the room, get things cleaned up, eat his cold dinner, possibly slaughter a few darkness monsters, and go to bed.

Somehow he expected that would be easier said than done.

"Are you going to get up or do I have to carry you back to the room?"

4/18-4/20 - Whatever you want!

[doctor_seward]

Fortunately he's blissfully unaware of what's been going on in his household given he'd been at work for most of the week with long hours. But, the moment he puts his foot in the door he has a strange feeling something isn't quite right...if the crack in the wall and the strange sounds resounding through the manor are anything to go by. Perhaps someone was getting rowdy..?

But, nevertheless the esteemed doctor's suspicions are unconfirmed, and thus he'd head directly up the stairs to his study, pulling out a book for a bit of research on some psychological illnesses he'd as of yet been unaware of. Sometimes the way the modern psychology categorized certain diseases threw him for a loop, though really once he cross-referenced it by thumbing through a certain chapter he had the answer in under a minute or so.

The door will remain slightly cracked as he quietly goes about his task, expecting no disturbances...

[bloodthirsts]

"I don't suppose there's any sudden psychological disorders that spur sudden laziness, Mr. Seward?" Seras asked, as her knock sent the door swinging open further. The young vampire looked a little haggard, leaning against the doorframe with a sullen expression. "Also a sudden case of power abuse."

(backdating if you don't mind~!)

[doctor_seward]

"Erm...why do you ask?" A bit of an unusual question, one that instantly manages to draw his attention from his work.

"....Ah, yes. The power abuse one. But really, there's a wide range of possibilities in that regard. The lethargy, I'm uncertain of there being a psychological illness so much as a physical one."

(Never :D

[bloodthirsts]

Seras blinked when he said that, "You know?" she hadn't thought Doctor Seward or Mr. Van Helsing had taken notice, or there might have been some interference. "Miss Integra and Master stole my room, and they're making a right mess of it."