The Worst Kind of Surprise Party

[all_too_familiar]

There is a man. He's meditating, and floating several inches off of the ground. This is fairly normal for him - at least he's not floating various furniture this time. Just himself. He doesn't feel like exerting himself any further. It's been a long day.

He realizes it's going to be a lot longer when he's no longer in his room.

"I hate surprises," he sighs, and he opens his eyes to look at his new surroundings. He's still floating, and surprisingly calm.

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[all_too_familiar]

They go and commit some property damage, and then they have some broken mirror shards that can be used to reflect sunlight. Also a blanket, stripped from one of the beds, to combat sunlight if it looks like it'll cause Mark to explode.

And then they go to see if Mark will react in any particular way to reflected sunlight.

[unmarred]

Indirect sunlight seems to be fine - he can stand in the same room as a window - but apparently the mirror reflects it well enough for his skin to catch fire.

He giggles and smothers the flames with his other hand. "Ow. Well, that was educational."

[all_too_familiar]

"Yeah," agreed Revan, raising his eyebrows. "Well. Not the end of the world, but shit. I was hoping we were just being paranoid and cautious instead of completely on the right track."

[unmarred]

"This is going to make travel inconvenient."

[all_too_familiar]

"A bit. I mean, I bet there's clothes that could help. But probably best not to chance it. I'm happy to play fetch for things you can't get during the day."

[unmarred]

"Thanks."

[all_too_familiar]

"Yep! What are poor fellow victims of a murder cult brought together by circumstance and ominous candles for?"

[unmarred]

Mark giggles.

[all_too_familiar]

Revan grins. "So! I think that we should get a list of things we need together - I can go shopping for them during the day, bring them back. Then, possibly looking for a place that's less. Less this, to stay. Unless this turns out to be the nicest real estate in the area, in which case I'll personally sew us a flag and claim this gloomy place as ours."

[unmarred]

Snicker. "You're adorable," says Mark. "The two things I want most in the world right now are a vehicle and a map. There must be a sunproofed vehicle of some kind around here somewhere, not having one would be insane, but I didn't see it when we were outside earlier."

[all_too_familiar]

"Thank you, I try." He bows. "I'll go looking. Now, if you like, actually."

[unmarred]

"Might as well."

[all_too_familiar]

"Sure." Pause. "... I'm glad you didn't explode, by the way."

[unmarred]

Aw. Mark grins.

[all_too_familiar]

Revan snorts a little, waves a quick goodbye, and heads off to find a vehicle.

[unmarred]

Mark goes back downstairs and reads some more of the dead vampire's books.

[all_too_familiar]

It takes a bit of a search and liberal use of the Force, but Revan locates a little out of way the nook that contains what looks to a vehicle. While he's pleased with the find, he's not just going to go back and tell Mark without investigating. He realizes fairly quickly that it's locked (by a device that isn't sliceable, the savages) and for lack of a better way to open it without breaking it open, looks for the key. He finds that, too, with even more liberal use of the Force.

One open car door later, and he finds what looks to be a folding map. Excellent. Pity it's not on a datapad, but he'll make do.

Now he can go back to Mark.

"Guess what I found!" he calls, brightly.

[unmarred]

"A vehicle and a map," says Mark.

[all_too_familiar]

"Yep!" He holds up the map. "I would have carried the vehicle in triumphantly, but I would have had to break down a wall, and I didn't think you'd want to redecorate just after we moved in."

[unmarred]

Giggle.

"Also I might have caught fire, and you seem to want to avoid that."

[all_too_familiar]

"That, too!" he agrees. "Please try not catch fire."

And now it is time to investigate this map. Is it possible to tell where the fuck they are by the contents of this map alone, or is Revan going to have to go wandering to find a town name he can find on the map?

(Ugh, physical maps, seriously people datapads are so much better. Go invent them. Along with locks that can be sliced.)

[unmarred]

It is not possible to tell where the fuck they are by the contents of the map alone. At minimum, they would have to go out and proceed along a road until they found a sign identifying the road.

"You're very cute when you're having technological conniptions," observes Mark.

[all_too_familiar]

"Thank you. What gave me away?"

[unmarred]

"Looking at the map like it personally offends you."

[all_too_familiar]

He snorts. "Did you know the locks here can't be sliced? I had to go and find the key. I didn't get the chance to try and slice it open and then fail in a hilarious fashion first. Frustrating as all hell."