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WHO: Everyone!
WHAT: Mingle!
WHERE: Somewhere in the city
WHEN: Day 3, morning

[It's a beautiful morning in this part of Coba! The sun is shining, the birds are singing - or at least they were until a few seconds ago. Suddenly, the city is plunged into darkness again, and the streets start to fill with people dressed in outrageous costumes. There's music in the air and all traffic is stopped for the parade of revellers heading down the street. Anyone from New Orleans might find the spectacle rather familiar, but for anyone else it's still an excuse to party like the night never ended]

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[Tyler couldn't exactly imagine Damon as a vampire either, but here he was with living, maybe-not-quite-breathing proof. The daylight ring, the bourbon, the lack of earthy smells...

Still, he laughs, muffling it unsuccessfully with his hand as he accepts his coffee.] Yeah, I'd bet he'd say the same thing. Day used to be like, president of the anti-vampire club.

[He grows quiet, taking a sip of his drink.] He doesn't hate them now, I think, but it got pretty bad for a while.

[he refills his glass, taking another, less desperate drink before he sets down his glass and folds his arms on the bar. He had to wonder if Tyler was deliberately referring to this other, freaky Damon as "Day" to keep them separate. Damon sure was using it as a way to keep them separate]

When I was human, I wanted to be a vampire. [he leaves out the part where he immediately changed his mind upon waking up to find out that Katherine was "dead"] So I really can't picture that.

How bad, though? You can't say something like that and not elaborate, Lockwood. [he was curious. And nosy]

[Where does Tyler even start with Day's vampire hatred... it's been a part of his not-older brother for as long as Tyler's known the guy.]

We'd be here forever. His prejudice was like breathing - you name it, he probably did it. [Headtilt.] Kinda like your world's Bonnie, from what Caroline told me.

That's just damn weird to hear. [he and Bonnie alike? Dear god, he could only imagine the witch's face. Hell, it was probably a similar expression to what he was wearing]

There a particular reason he was like that, or what?

Probably. I don't know the full story, beyond vampires trying to kill Aunt Lei--er, his mom. I imagine that, plus a healthy dose of Salvatore family prejudice, did the trick.

[Tyler's not the guy to ask, and he knows it. Every time he tries to get the picture, Mason or someone else changes the subject.] He's not the kind of guy to blindly hate a whole species, at least not normally.

. . . his mom.

[he very deliberately puts down his glass, all the better to stare. It made sense, in a logical sort of way, that they'd be alive, but hearing it was still just - odd. Wrong. That was a lifetime and a half ago, when he'd last seen his, and his father was the one who killed him in the first place]

No, I'm sure he isn't. Not without a few reasons, I bet. Aside from - that.

[He must've said something wrong. Mentioning Aunt Leila probably had to be it - if Damon was a vampire, then she was probably long dead by now.

That's a sobering thought. Sobering enough for him to actually hold back on drinking the whiskey, and instead changing his order for an earl grey latte.] Yeah. He's got his reasons, I just... don't really know them.

But I can answer a lot of other stuff, like how he grew up.

Edited (blergh) 2015-06-26 06:04 (UTC)

[little did they both know . . .

He can see the slight shift in topics, though, and he's all for latching onto that and not talking directly about family. He picks up his glass again, but doesn't take another drink just yet]

Sure, why not. I bet it's nothing like how I did, but then again - I'm sure there's a good hundred years difference.

[Tyler's not exactly a Damon expert - this is more Stefan's territory - but when you grow up with someone, you remember little things.]

You probably didn't babysit me or Elena, so... yeah. Mason and Jenna used to take turns with him if our parents couldn't find a sitter. It happened less as we got older, but that's kind of how Stefan and I became friends.

[it's so . . . normal. He doesn't think he's done anything close to real babysitting in his life, as much as he jokes about watching them all in Alaric's place. Except maybe Stefan, when they were younger]

Nope, none of that has ever happened. We didn't exactly grow up with the rest of you - I think by time any of you were born, I'd been a vampire for over a hundred years. I forget the exact math. Stefan, too.

He met you when he decided going back to high school was a great idea.

[Over a hundred years? Damn, that's also just like his Bonnie.]

Your Stefan's got brain damage. Besides the Twilight guy [and Bonnie and Anna], who wants to re-live high school? [beat] Then again, Day did graduate from grad school, so maybe it's just your family.

Or maybe it's just Stefan, why would I want to relive something I never went to in the first place? [at least, not the modern version of high school]

I did the college thing, but that's about it. And I haven't done that in a long time.

[Touche. Stefan was always weirdly academic, bringing his stupid big brain into everything.] See, I get re-living college. There's hundreds of degrees to choose from, and Greek life never gets old.

It's high school that wigs me out. Why bother with all that again?

See, I love Greek life. Or really, I enjoy the parties, because college girls. [not that he'd be doing any of that anymore, really. He had Elena, and he'd mostly used those parties as a way to find a bite to eat]

Masochism. Stupidity. Some mixture of both. Who knows with Stefan?

[Damon, talking about women like that? Now that's a first. Tyler might have nearly choked on his tea. Coughing, he takes a second and--oh. Oh good, he's fine. No dead werewolves in this bar.]

I vote for stupidity. [Trying not to focus on Damon and women, because that is not a road Tyler wants to explore.] But that does remind me - how exactly do you plan on "blending in" here?

[that earns Tyler a strange look. What did he say? He wasn't sure, but he made a mental note to repeat it somehow, because that was pretty amusing]

The same way I always have? [oh, right. He wasn't a vampire in this Tyler's world] Find a place to stay, maybe get a job - [except that part wasn't serious] - you know, normal crap.

[He's still a little stuck on the idea of Damon frequenting frat parties. Day and Jenna had to talk to him once about women, because he "sure wasn't treating them like people."

That stuck - a lot longer than Tyler'd like to admit too - and once again, he's reminded of just how different things are for them.] Right. Normal crap.

Guess I should figure out if college's worthwhile here too.

[oh Tyler, little do you know just how different this Damon is. And what an asshole he can be]

Maybe? I'm sure Elena and Caroline will eventually, too, if they both plan on staying. [and considering that magical barrier bullshit back home, he figured they would be soon or later]

Probably. [They seem more like the Elena and Caroline he knew, anyways.] Knowing them, Care'd sign up for like, fifty million clubs and Elena'd be all about the pre-med life.

Me, though... I'd start a chapter of Theta Omega. Might as well have a safe space for people like us around town.

I wasn't keeping up on what they were doing in college, but that sounds about right. I don't know what's going on for both of them, but last I checked it was their first semester. [a wry, brief half-smirk] There's time shenanigans going on.

You mean to tell me there's a fraternity for vampires and werewolves? [color him surprised] Not at Whitmore, right?

[He'd just ended his first semester - so they were close. Kind of, if parallel universes could even be close.]

Yeah, at Whitmore. We don't exactly advertise ourselves as a frat for vampires or werewolves or witches or the random psychic, but it exists. Has existed, since the 80's? [Now he's just confused.] Let me guess - your world doesn't have that.

[ha ha ha, he makes a face, finishing off his glass, finally]

Nope. The Whitmore I know had some secret society researching into making vampires that feed on other vampires. [his lips twist into a humorless grin] It was fun, except for where it wasn't.

[ooc | .. i know my own timeline, he's only starting his first semester too.]

Seriously?

[Even for him, that's a bit much. What kind of sadist would keep that operation going?] Wait, what was the society called again?

Augustine.

[he reached for the bottle to refill his glass and immediately took another, long drink. His small amount of restraint was the only thing keeping him from downing it all. Wouldn't do to let on that maybe it kind of bothered him] Been around for a long time.

Edited 2015-07-03 00:22 (UTC)

Oh.

[Now he wants another subject change, because other-Damon worked for Augustine. (Granted, other-Damon peaced out of Augustine a long time ago, but that was a twisted connection Tyler didn't want to think about.)] Good to know. I'll... well, I'll see if this place's got anything remotely similar.