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]

"Yep. It's interesting. I think I'd like to explore. But, I would still like to go home, if it's possible. I have a Republic to keep together."

[unmarred]

"I don't have the faintest idea how to get either of us back where we belong."

[all_too_familiar]

"Yeah, that's usually how these sorts of things go. Wander around, talk to people, help some people, kill some people. And eventually there's a sith waiting for you in an underwater base or something, who monologues at you, and inadvertently tells you exactly what to do. Then you kill him. And then you save the galaxy." Pause. "... I live a strange life, have I mentioned?"

[unmarred]

"How strangely optimistic of you."

[all_too_familiar]

He snorts. "Yeah. I guess so."

Of course, he's also speaking from experience.

[unmarred]

"I have not led the sort of life that inclines me to believe all my problems can be solved so neatly."

[all_too_familiar]

"Not necessarily neatly. And things won't just work out if you wait around long enough." Like a certain jedi council. "But if you work at it, make some friends, kick some ass, save some people, and prepare for the future - it will work out in your favor." He shrugs. "And even if the goal of 'get off the planet' doesn't work, then you've made friends, kicked ass, saved people, and probably prevented major disasters."

[unmarred]

"Mm. I see what you mean."

[all_too_familiar]

"So, strange optimism. Heh. I don't think I've been called an optimist before."

[unmarred]

Mark giggles.

[all_too_familiar]

Revan smiles.

He looks down at his recent stab wound and hums thoughtfully. "Not my best work, but it'll do for now. I'll fix it later."

He stands. "So, I think we should pillage this place for notes on what the hell, then leave and try to establish a base of operations."

[unmarred]

"Seems reasonable," says Mark. Then he makes a slightly annoyed face. "Ugh, I'm hungry."

[all_too_familiar]

Revan raises his eyebrows.

"And your diet's been changed to match ole' dusty? I'm guessing?"

[unmarred]

"Yeah. I suppose I could try scavenging from what's left of his little cult."

[all_too_familiar]

"I'm not quite clear on what you need. People, obviously, but not which part. Brains? Bone? Blood? Souls? Force energy? Does it kill whoever you take it from?"

[unmarred]

"Blood. Judging from the number of bite marks on some of those people, it's not necessarily fatal."

[all_too_familiar]

Revan eyes said bite marks. "If scavenging doesn't work, I can feed you. Maybe not comfortably right now, I was just stabbed, but I can heal. It'll be fine."

[unmarred]

"How generous of you. Thanks."

[all_too_familiar]

"Yep. We summonees of the murder cult should stick together."

[unmarred]

"Agreed."

[all_too_familiar]

Revan smiles at him, again.

"I," he says lightly, "am going to pillage while you scavenge. Let me know if scavenging doesn't work."

[unmarred]

"Will do."

Off he goes to drink the blood of dismembered cultists!

This involves his teeth lengthening into fangs, which is reasonable, and his eyes turning yellow and his forehead acquiring a hard ridged scowl, which seems unnecessary.

[all_too_familiar]

Yep, that's a bit unnecessary. But he's seen weirder things. He can't remember most of them, but he's definitely seen weirder things somewhere. He's not judgy.

Off he goes to pillage for information on how their summoning thing works. And just for general stuff and information.

[unmarred]

There isn't a whole lot of information around. One exit from the throne room leads to a large, luxuriously appointed bedroom with several full bookshelves, but the books are mostly not about vampires or summoning rituals or whatever the hell that trick was with the candles and the black fire. In fact most of them seem to be fiction.

Also, neither the throne room nor the bedroom has any windows. The bedroom does have electric lighting controlled by a simple mechanical switch in the wall.

The lack of windows is explained when the other exit from the throne room leads to a stairwell that takes him up to the aboveground portion of this bizarre quasi-castle. There's a dormitory there that seems to have housed the cultists, and more simple electric lighting. Very low-tech, this place. All the doors operate mechanically, no automatic opening, no powered movement, just hinges and a handle. There are a few windows on the ground level; outside, it's a clear night, with one large and quite beautiful moon in the sky amid a totally unrecognizable configuration of stars.

Meanwhile, Mark is discovering that dismembered cultist blood seems to pass muster with his new vampire appetite. He experiments with deploying and retracting the fangs-and-forehead-ridges ensemble. It seems to be very definitely a package deal, more's the pity.

[all_too_familiar]

This is very low-tech. The lights aren't a surprise. He's seen lights before. Doors that open by hand and not in a bizarre complicated fashion, though? He's sort of delighted by the novelty. He takes a few minutes to familiarize himself with how these sorts of simple mechanical doors work. Easy to break into, of course, you can just take out the hinges with a blaster and you're in, and it's impossible to open or lock them remotely. He's seen some things like them before, but it's more high tech than he's used to for a mechanical door. Usually it's hand-crafted wicker-nonsense or high-tech blast doors, no in between stage. It's interesting. Also fun to mess with.

(He only giggles a little when playing with the door.)

Revan takes some time to sort fiction from nonfiction. It's - uh, a challenge. Especially when one doesn't actually know the history of the planet. He copes, anyway, and digs up what seems to be a history book on something called the 'American Civil War.' He verifies that it's nonfiction by skimming it; it's too dry and technical for fiction, and there are various citations in the back. He's almost entirely sure that it's nonfiction.

He's going to get Mark to check it anyway. It's not like Revan's familiar with Earth history. He heads back down to the summoning location, book in tow.

"I haven't found any information on, er, this. Or vampires. And most of the books I've found seem to be fiction." He hefts his discovered book. "This was about the only book I could reliably identify as nonfiction."