"Perhaps we should hang some sort of indicator. Kind of like a 'do not disturb' signal. Something small, but noticable to the two of us, decorated such that if it is turned or positioned a certain way, one knows the other has company and shouldn't be disturbed." As she pondered, she pushed away the plate of chips. "Kind of like that American movie... Meet the Fuckers. The father and mother used to hang a hat on the doorknob to indicate they were ... indisposed. We could do something like that. Though not as obvious. A little trinket hanging from the wall near the front closet, or the wall that seperates my bedroom door from your stairway."
She shrugged. "Its actual form could be decided upon later. Other than that, I can't think too much on what else we'd need to worry about. Unless we wanted to keep some of that special red juice in the refrigerator... That might become a problem if one of us brings home a human."
Dayle felt a rumbling in her belly and quickly raised a delicate hand to her mouth to try to deflect the massive belch she felt expanding in her gullet. Luckily, all that escaped was a gentle 'urp' and she apologized to her sister. "Excuse me, please. That snuck up on me."
Out on the Town (active)
Ambrose had mentioned this little pub when she'd asked about restaurants, and since it was the first one she recognized as she and Dayle strolled along the streets, Ysabel pointed it out. "lannigan's," one of the neon signs in a narrow window proclaimed. From the sounds of it there was a crowd inside, but it didn't sound like anything too terribly stuffy.
"Shall we?" Ysabel pointed out the building from where they stood across the road.
The light at the intersection turned red, bathing the twins in its eerie luminescence as they trotted across the road, Ysabel with her skirts lifted slightly. There were a surprising number of patrons smoking not in the building, but outside it. As they opened the door, they were greeted with the pleasant aromas of cooked food, and not with a cloud of smoke.
Ysabel figured that was one thing already in its favor, and dropped back behind Dayle a bit to follow her inside.
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Dayle
18 years ago
Ysabel
18 years ago
Dayle's idea was decent, Ysabel figured. She was about to laugh and say she didn't plan on bringing home any humans at all, when she thought about the coming weekend and quickly closed her mouth.
"That will work," she said meekly instead. "I'm not sure we need a backup; perhaps we can get a smaller refrigerator and keep it elsewhere in the condo? Someplace a bit less obvious?"
She pondered that a bit and decided it would work, nodding slightly at Dayle when she excused herself. "Watery beer," she said with an air of mock hauteur. Ysabel didn't drink much beer herself, but when she did she was properly snobbish about it. Generally she preferred wine, which she also thought she managed to be properly snobbish about.
"That will work," she said meekly instead. "I'm not sure we need a backup; perhaps we can get a smaller refrigerator and keep it elsewhere in the condo? Someplace a bit less obvious?"
She pondered that a bit and decided it would work, nodding slightly at Dayle when she excused herself. "Watery beer," she said with an air of mock hauteur. Ysabel didn't drink much beer herself, but when she did she was properly snobbish about it. Generally she preferred wine, which she also thought she managed to be properly snobbish about.
Dayle
18 years ago
"Well there currently still is a bit of room at the back of my closet, well the one in my room proper. How about yours? I haven't had a chance to look into it yet."
Dayle couldn't really think of many other areas in the condo that had so much spare room as to fit a small refrigerator.
Dayle arched an eyebrow at her sister's haughty comment about watery beer. "Well if I hadn't tried it, then I wouldn't know, now would I? So what if it takes me a decade to find a good beer in the States, I'll try them one by one!" Dayle couldn't really stand wine. If she wanted grapes, she'd have grape juice. Beer - or more accurately, ale - had a body to it that wine didn't seem to have. It felt earthy, it gave her a strange feeling of fullness that wine just did not. She wondered once, about a hundred years ago, if it was some psychological reaction knowing that beer was made from barley, hops, sometimes wheat and other grains... But she realized she didn't care, and instead enjoyed what she drank.
Usually. She pushed the empty Coors glass away from her. "I might also find a wine I like here, too, so it can't be all bad, right?"
Just then, Donna returned. "Get you ladies anything else?" and before Dayle even had time to look at Ysabel with a questioning glance, the tab slip was placed on the table and their empty plates were gathered. "Just give it to me when you're ready," she said, and waddled away.
Dayle stared after her. Whispering fiercely to her sister, she growled, fangs flashing for just a tiny moment, "If that woman wasn't so repugnant I'd consider marking her for a snack, just to repay her insolence."
Dayle couldn't really think of many other areas in the condo that had so much spare room as to fit a small refrigerator.
Dayle arched an eyebrow at her sister's haughty comment about watery beer. "Well if I hadn't tried it, then I wouldn't know, now would I? So what if it takes me a decade to find a good beer in the States, I'll try them one by one!" Dayle couldn't really stand wine. If she wanted grapes, she'd have grape juice. Beer - or more accurately, ale - had a body to it that wine didn't seem to have. It felt earthy, it gave her a strange feeling of fullness that wine just did not. She wondered once, about a hundred years ago, if it was some psychological reaction knowing that beer was made from barley, hops, sometimes wheat and other grains... But she realized she didn't care, and instead enjoyed what she drank.
Usually. She pushed the empty Coors glass away from her. "I might also find a wine I like here, too, so it can't be all bad, right?"
Just then, Donna returned. "Get you ladies anything else?" and before Dayle even had time to look at Ysabel with a questioning glance, the tab slip was placed on the table and their empty plates were gathered. "Just give it to me when you're ready," she said, and waddled away.
Dayle stared after her. Whispering fiercely to her sister, she growled, fangs flashing for just a tiny moment, "If that woman wasn't so repugnant I'd consider marking her for a snack, just to repay her insolence."
Ysabel
18 years ago
"I don't know that my closet will have too much room in it when I'm through unpacking," Ysabel admitted. She couldn't help it, though, if her gowns took up so much space. "If we can fit it though, we can use it. In fact I'll bear it in mind while I'm organizing everything. I'm sure i can manage to make a small space for it."
Dayle's stubbornness regarding her drink of choice made Ysabel's smile widen. It was so typical of her, so very Dayle, and Ysabel didn't doubt for a moment her sister was perfectly capable of doing exactly what she said she would. "I plan to sample some of the domestic wines," she admitted. "I've never tried any of them but we have plenty of time to find new favorites. That's the fun of being in a new place."
At that moment the waitress flurried in and flurried back out, leaving Ysabel once again with a quietly disapproving look on her face. She turned to her twin when Dayle spoke and said, "She'd give you terrible indigestion, anyway. You can find something tastier."
Ysabel gave a little grin, flashed her own delicate little fangs, and then returned her expression to its former demure smile as she fished her credit card from her handbag and placed it on the table with the check.
Dayle's stubbornness regarding her drink of choice made Ysabel's smile widen. It was so typical of her, so very Dayle, and Ysabel didn't doubt for a moment her sister was perfectly capable of doing exactly what she said she would. "I plan to sample some of the domestic wines," she admitted. "I've never tried any of them but we have plenty of time to find new favorites. That's the fun of being in a new place."
At that moment the waitress flurried in and flurried back out, leaving Ysabel once again with a quietly disapproving look on her face. She turned to her twin when Dayle spoke and said, "She'd give you terrible indigestion, anyway. You can find something tastier."
Ysabel gave a little grin, flashed her own delicate little fangs, and then returned her expression to its former demure smile as she fished her credit card from her handbag and placed it on the table with the check.
Dayle
18 years ago
"The only other place I could think of would be next to the washer and dryer, in the bottom cubby of the linen shelves. How many men that we would bring home would actually look anywhere near the laundry?" She snickered.
"Oh, I too hope to find a favorite, at least one that's a bit better than some of the old choices we've had, even if you do swear up and down that they're so wonderful and wine-y."
Dayle offered a gratified glance to her sister's caring about indigestion. "Still, the sentiment remains. I think that, when we come back here, we'll make sure to avoid her. Then again, if we tip her well, maybe she'll warm up to us and not think us foreign snobbery come to sample the Yank fare." She shrugged to herself and gathered up the handle of her purse. "One could hope, anyway, though I would have preferred it to be before greasing her goat, and not afterwards."
"Oh, I too hope to find a favorite, at least one that's a bit better than some of the old choices we've had, even if you do swear up and down that they're so wonderful and wine-y."
Dayle offered a gratified glance to her sister's caring about indigestion. "Still, the sentiment remains. I think that, when we come back here, we'll make sure to avoid her. Then again, if we tip her well, maybe she'll warm up to us and not think us foreign snobbery come to sample the Yank fare." She shrugged to herself and gathered up the handle of her purse. "One could hope, anyway, though I would have preferred it to be before greasing her goat, and not afterwards."
Ysabel
18 years ago
"No reason to use the laundry. I am certain I can make room for something small," Ysabel reassured Dayle. "And that way it will be up in my room, away, hopefully, from any wandering eyes."
She looked down at the check, pondered the tip briefly. The annoying waitress had put her in a bad mood, but she tried not to show it. She certainly wasn't going to undertip her, but Ysabel was not about to be overly generous either.
Doing the math in her head and making the tip out for 15% to the penny... just to be particular... Ysabel signed the credit card slip with a flourish and handed it back to teh waitress once everything was processed.
Tucking her card back into the handbag, she stood and waited for Dayle. "What now? Are you still eager to be out and about tonight?"
She looked down at the check, pondered the tip briefly. The annoying waitress had put her in a bad mood, but she tried not to show it. She certainly wasn't going to undertip her, but Ysabel was not about to be overly generous either.
Doing the math in her head and making the tip out for 15% to the penny... just to be particular... Ysabel signed the credit card slip with a flourish and handed it back to teh waitress once everything was processed.
Tucking her card back into the handbag, she stood and waited for Dayle. "What now? Are you still eager to be out and about tonight?"
Dayle
18 years ago
"That's why I suggested the back of my closet," she reminded her sister gently. No sense fighting over something as trivial as a bloody fridge.
She watched mutely as the meal was paid for and gratuities passed. Standing with her sister, she blinked and shrugged. "I enjoy your company, love. Whether that be on our couch, lying across from each other on one of our beds gabbing, or out and about... I'm not picky." Dayle 'urped' gently again, just barely catching it with her hand.
"I'm thinking my stomach wants to misbehave, so maybe home is a better option?"
She watched mutely as the meal was paid for and gratuities passed. Standing with her sister, she blinked and shrugged. "I enjoy your company, love. Whether that be on our couch, lying across from each other on one of our beds gabbing, or out and about... I'm not picky." Dayle 'urped' gently again, just barely catching it with her hand.
"I'm thinking my stomach wants to misbehave, so maybe home is a better option?"
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel looked over at her sister with amusement; it was difficult to worry over your sister's health when she was just as undead as you. "Too much fried food?" She asked sweetly.
She headed back out to the streets with Dayle in tow, threading her way through the pub which was, if anything, even more crowded than when they'd arrived. "You should try eating light for a bit."
She didn't rush back home; it was a nice night and a fairly short walk. Maybe the fresh air would do Dayle some good. Ysabel linked her arm with Dayle's as they made their way along the streets back to their new home.
"This city isn't so bad, is it? I know you didn't want to come, but look at it."
Around them, the buildings with their twinkling lights were each like their own little world. It was hard to believe there was a whole planet outside of Nachton at that moment.
She headed back out to the streets with Dayle in tow, threading her way through the pub which was, if anything, even more crowded than when they'd arrived. "You should try eating light for a bit."
She didn't rush back home; it was a nice night and a fairly short walk. Maybe the fresh air would do Dayle some good. Ysabel linked her arm with Dayle's as they made their way along the streets back to their new home.
"This city isn't so bad, is it? I know you didn't want to come, but look at it."
Around them, the buildings with their twinkling lights were each like their own little world. It was hard to believe there was a whole planet outside of Nachton at that moment.
Dayle
18 years ago
Dayle ignored Ysabel's jibe at how much of the plate of chips she'd consumed. They were good, why waste them? She felt bad leaving so much on the table. "Thank you for the snack, love, it's nice to get out and about with you again. Even if it is in this strange city."
She enjoyed walking on her sister's arm. If there was one thing about cities, it's that as much as they changed, they stayed the same. Folks walking arm in arm, bright lights. Cars, carriages, carts of food... If vampires ever became a public minority it would make for some very interesting reading about history repeating itself, and the continual lack of changes in the changes of the world.
Dayle patted her sister's arm and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad I have you to share it with, Amy. It would be quite strange without you."
She enjoyed walking on her sister's arm. If there was one thing about cities, it's that as much as they changed, they stayed the same. Folks walking arm in arm, bright lights. Cars, carriages, carts of food... If vampires ever became a public minority it would make for some very interesting reading about history repeating itself, and the continual lack of changes in the changes of the world.
Dayle patted her sister's arm and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad I have you to share it with, Amy. It would be quite strange without you."
Ysabel
18 years ago
Ysabel beamed at her sister; she was glad she was a comfort to Dayle here. Anyone would think that Dayle would be the more comfortable of the two to be switching residences and moving to a new home in a new city, but the twins knew otherwise. It was a fact that still surprised Ysabel. She'd been married enough, she supposed, to have gotten used to moving from home to home.
"I wouldn't let you go it alone," she reminded Dayle. "We've been together for six hundred years. I do confess to having become somewhat attached to you."
Her beaming smile turned into a little grin at the understatement, and with her arm linked in Dayle's they wandered leisurely back to their condo, exchanging light conversation and, for Ysabel at least, enjoying their new surroundings.
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"I wouldn't let you go it alone," she reminded Dayle. "We've been together for six hundred years. I do confess to having become somewhat attached to you."
Her beaming smile turned into a little grin at the understatement, and with her arm linked in Dayle's they wandered leisurely back to their condo, exchanging light conversation and, for Ysabel at least, enjoying their new surroundings.
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