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[dotdotdotmunch]

[ today your mess hall has blood-flavoured punch ]

[ dig in ]

Huh. Fruity.

((nighttime, will pick up later))

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[dopplegangs]

Enjoying yourself?

[impiersonate]

I suppose you understanding a little of your heritage isn't a problem for me at this juncture.

[dopplegangs]

Tell me about them.

[impiersonate]

What, the whole bloodline?

[dopplegangs]

Your family.

[impiersonate]

Hmm, hmm ... what to say. I had a large family, back then. Before Klaus killed them all, of course.

[dopplegangs]

I know. I want to know what they were like.

[impiersonate]

My father was a pig. My mother was kinder, in her way.

[dopplegangs]

Because he took your baby away?

[impiersonate]

. . . well, he was a product of his time.

[dopplegangs]

I'm sorry that happened. [ takes a quick sip of some whiskey ]

[impiersonate]

[salutes Elena with her glass, somewhat ironically]

It is what it is. That's how the Petrova line continued of course, you being the eventual product.

[dopplegangs]

[ takes a giant gulp of her whiskey ] I don't mind being related to you.

[impiersonate]

It's a highly removed tie, of course. Saying that, with the deaths of both your birth parents, that would make me your only relative by blood now?

[dopplegangs]

Yes and that means something to me.

[impiersonate]

Is that so? Or are you short on allies and trying to appeal to my better nature?