[open] arrival
Who: Henry Fitzroy, OPEN
Where: starts out in the 401-550 hallway, may reach deck
When: right after sunset
What: Henry is not a happy vampire after waking up in a strange place and sets out to investigate, prince of darkness style.
To all mortals, the setting of the sun was just an ordinary thing, and just something to be admired for its beauty. To Henry Fitzroy, bastard son of Henry VII, the setting of the sun meant another day of life for him. As the orange sphere dipped entirely below the horizon, the vampire sucked in a breath as his entire upper body lifted off of the mattress, his fangs gleaming and the Hunger showing in his eyes for the briefest moment.
Then Henry lifted his lips in a snarl at the unfamiliar scent of the room, a growl in the back of his throat as he instantly came to stand by the door. The last time he had woken up in an unfamiliar place was when he had been investigating the appearance of Marjory Nelson, and had been captured just before the sunrise. It was not a pleasant experience, and he had no wish to repeat it.
Closing his eyes and calming down, Henry took a look around the room and noted that all of his possessions were present, strangely. All of his possessions and... more. In the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of his desk, a piece of paper in one hand and a black cell phone.
"Congratulations! Henry Fitzroy, you are the newest guest aboard the Värdskepp. Your room number is 458. Please enjoy your stay. ♥"
Crushing the note in one hand and placing the cell phone back onto the table, Henry took off at a brisk pace down the hallway, in case he encountered anyone, running through his mind the list of unclaimed territory. He felt no other vampire's presence, and there weren't many unclaimed territories in Canada, let alone ones named Värdskepp.
And it was impossible for him to have been taken (he snarled at the thought of being stolen away while his life had been sealed away by the sun) out of the country in one night. Remembering how the room he had woken up in had no windows, Henry felt a coil of dread at the thought of someone knowing his true nature. But that was impossible, both Catherine and the doctor had been taken care of a year ago. Unless they had told someone else...
Where: starts out in the 401-550 hallway, may reach deck
When: right after sunset
What: Henry is not a happy vampire after waking up in a strange place and sets out to investigate, prince of darkness style.
To all mortals, the setting of the sun was just an ordinary thing, and just something to be admired for its beauty. To Henry Fitzroy, bastard son of Henry VII, the setting of the sun meant another day of life for him. As the orange sphere dipped entirely below the horizon, the vampire sucked in a breath as his entire upper body lifted off of the mattress, his fangs gleaming and the Hunger showing in his eyes for the briefest moment.
Then Henry lifted his lips in a snarl at the unfamiliar scent of the room, a growl in the back of his throat as he instantly came to stand by the door. The last time he had woken up in an unfamiliar place was when he had been investigating the appearance of Marjory Nelson, and had been captured just before the sunrise. It was not a pleasant experience, and he had no wish to repeat it.
Closing his eyes and calming down, Henry took a look around the room and noted that all of his possessions were present, strangely. All of his possessions and... more. In the blink of an eye, he was standing in front of his desk, a piece of paper in one hand and a black cell phone.
"Congratulations! Henry Fitzroy, you are the newest guest aboard the Värdskepp. Your room number is 458. Please enjoy your stay. ♥"
Crushing the note in one hand and placing the cell phone back onto the table, Henry took off at a brisk pace down the hallway, in case he encountered anyone, running through his mind the list of unclaimed territory. He felt no other vampire's presence, and there weren't many unclaimed territories in Canada, let alone ones named Värdskepp.
And it was impossible for him to have been taken (he snarled at the thought of being stolen away while his life had been sealed away by the sun) out of the country in one night. Remembering how the room he had woken up in had no windows, Henry felt a coil of dread at the thought of someone knowing his true nature. But that was impossible, both Catherine and the doctor had been taken care of a year ago. Unless they had told someone else...