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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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[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.

[ah yes, there goes the rest of his drink. He grins, wide and without humor]

Oh, don't worry, I'll be personally checking on that, too.

[He's gonna go request a refill of his coffee now.] Just for the record, if anyone asks me later about your college visit, I know nothing.

If some bodies just happen to turn up, I'm completely innocent.

[he's joking, but . . . no, wait. He sounds serious. Well, Damon-serious]

[That still earns him a Tyler Glare^(TM). People do not need to die when you've got mind compulsion or memory erasing elixirs, bro.]

I'm sure you are. [beat] Man, I'm never gonna get used to the thought of you and... well, you know.

[if they're Augustine they totally deserve it, mind compulsion is only there for additional entertainment, duh]

Do you want a demonstration so you get used to it faster?

Iiiii think I'll pass. [Who in their right mind would say yes? Besides Anna??] The less I know, the better in terms of "plausible deniability."