Open RP. Bother my duck.

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

((Sorry I disappeared. Birthday on Saturday, piles of university forms on Sunday, got a bit lost.))

Duckula was tired. An unusual phenomenon for a vampire, admittedly, but he was tired. It was getting dark and he wasn't sure if he wanted a midnight snack, or if he wanted to get some sleep. Either way, he didn't know where to go for them. The mouse-cousin-something had told him New Orleans Square, so despite being sure he'd asked his castle to go to California, not Louisiana, he found a map and made his way there.

Problem was, once he was there, he didn't have a clue where to go. There was a large house which made him feel significantly more at home, but to be honest, it was his original intention to get away from home. At least it was sunny here. He just wished Nanny and Igor were here, along with his castle. What he'd give right now to see a friendly and familiar face, rather than all these definately 3-D people and a mouse he didn't know.

With this, Duckula gave up on his wander through his new home and kicked the dirt, hoping someone would turn up and tell him where he could get food and where he was actually allowed to sleep. Skaffen had said something about a Ms Sneddon, but where was her restaurant? He was lost, he was sure of it.

Comments

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

"I suppose I will get used to it, but I grew up on a ship myself, and then I lived in a big old house. There's always something that needs doing when you live in a ship or a big old house... I think eventually I'll be at quite a loss for what to do with myself... Hopefully I'll go home before that happens."

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

"Ah well, I sometimes had to make food for midnight snacks." Duckula shrugged and ate some more soup. "Because Nanny was afraid of the dark, somehow." He hated to think how the real vampires got on, having a snack...oh.

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

Pippi paused holding a bunch of grapes over her head and eating them off the stem.

"Oh you had a Nanny? What was that like?"

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

"Not my Nanny, she's just Nanny." Duckula shrugged, and didn't want to look nearly as pathetic as he was. "She makes food, cleans, knocks down walls..."

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

"Oooh, I used to do that for my Papa when I lived on his ship. I wasn't called a 'Nanny' though."

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

"Well, I assume you weren't paid. Why I paid her for breaking my walls, I don't know." Perhaps because Nanny and Igor were part of the castle more than anything.

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

"Getting from room to room must be a snap with her around."

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

"Well, she's good for escaping from prisons, definately." He shrugged, "It's just difficult having any rooms to go between after a bit."

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

"I suppose after a while the whole place would be one big room."

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, and I quite like my castle in tact."

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

"You must know a good contractor."

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

"Well, they're crows. Who like to steal off me." Duckula shrugged, there wasn't much he could do about it. "And follow me to Egypt, for that matter."

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

"Well... at least you know they're always available when you need work?"

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

"And they know I'm avaliable when they need silverware."

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

"Not big on finger foods are they?"

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

"Or they just like my silverware. Stupid crows, attracted to anything shiny."

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

Rather reminded Pippi of Thunder Carlson and Bloom that did.

"I think I know exactly what you're talkin about." she grinned.

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

Duckula was halfway through eating some soup when she said this, and he had to swallow before he could grin properly, "Finally, someone understands my plight." Not something that happened often.

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

"I have a couple of crows of my own. Well... meta... meta-four-ly they're crows... Attracted to anything shiny and always up to no good when I'm away or not lookin."

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

"You have them? As in you own them?" Duckula was curious about how someone owned a bird.

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

"Huh? No. They're people. I don't own them, they're just around a lot. I have them in the sense that they're there."

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

Duckula nodded, rather relieved, "Good, I was concerned that you thought you could actually own them." Slavery, that was. The sort of thing his ancestors would have approved of, no doubt.

[no1likeher.livejournal.com]

Pippi paused, mid-chew.

"Those guys? Why would I want to, even if I could?"

No no, Pippi would never think of owning a person. She's never found a guy napping in a field and considered taking him home and keeping him as a pet in a rabbit hutch and feeding him dandelion greens... Nor was this non-existent guy the Mayor.

Really.

[tomato-fiend.livejournal.com]

Duckula shrugged, "I don't know, people have some funny ideas about the ownership of living things at times."