Badfic Manor

[Well, if there is anyone on deck, they may notice a rather perplexed looking D’eon, over the edge of the ship, then to the area above it. While he understood very well that he was old fashioned, and was frequently at a loss when it came to technology, there was simply no logical explanation for this.

How was this ship moving with no sails or oars?

How was it even floating?! It was metal, and quite honestly the largest ship he had ever seen...there... had to be some sort of magic? While he hated jumping to that conclusion he could not come up with a more logical answer, besides, it wasn’t like the Author was above such things.]

[D'eon is sitting in the library with a glass of fine whine once again, only instead of his usual reading he seems to be tinkering with his blackberry. Desperate to try and reach out to the other residents, he has decided to master this bizarre contraption despite how foul it reeked of something blasphemous. He has turned the video feed on and off several times without any awareness, and unbeknown to him he has already send his message... about three times. The message reads (in an actual letter format):]

To my fellow residents at this manor,

In the past weeks I have found the situation we have all had thrust upon us to be rather undesirable to put it kindly. I beg ten thousand pardons for any inconvenience, but I must implore anyone who has information to contact this 'Author' to contact me at once. I simply with to try an communicate with her to see if there isn't anything that can be done to keep her sated while not at the expense of our own wellbeing.

Faithfully yours,

Charles-Geneviève-Louis-Auguste-André-Timothée d'Éon de Beaumont


((feel free to completely disregard everything he's written and poke fun at his name))

[Anyone venturing into the library may stumble upon D'eon snoozing in a large chair, oddly enough his hair is down. He's got a pile of books on the table next to him, most of them appear to be history books pertaining to France and a bit on America and Canada dated after the 1700's. Yes, D'eon is trying to cheat on history, but it appears he forgot that it would be impossible to read all the books in one day.

A pair of tribbles seems to have taken advantage of this. One is perched on top of his head munching on D'eon's manly ribbon. The other is on the table beside him partaking in a glass of red wine D'eon had brought with him to make the reading all the more enjoyable.]

[To any wandering the halls near the dormitories the sound of coughing and a low muttering can be heard emanating D'eon's room. The door is open a crack and if one were to peek through they would see D'eon sitting at his desk with a small candle in a 18th century styled room. His hands are sloppily wrapped in bandages and he's holding a rosary by the chain. His face is pale and shaky, he hasn't fed for the two days since he arrived and the effect are showing.

By the sounds of it he's trying to pray. Perhaps trying to conquer his thirst through prayer, or even attempting to rid himself of this foul vampirism all together. The longer he continues with his praying however, he becomes more and more winded, until he is forced to stop with a fit of coughs. Once he recovers he begins to try again once more diligently from the beginning.]