Shatterverse Panfandom RP

It's been. . . a long time. Jesse is mortal enough to think of a year as a long time, although it does seem to have passed faster than she remembers time doing before. Whether that's because when your days are as empty as hers are sometimes time passes faster, or because for a vampire time honestly does seem to be fleeting, she isn't really sure. It's not important, either.

Boredom, however, is. That's why she's pulling up outside the Kansas farm in an inexplicably shiny black convertible XKR - with the top down, of course. How she knows the farm is there - well. She picks things up. She's not telepathic to the same extent as some she knows, but she gets flashes sometimes. Enough to know that there's a group of people who are trying to make something out of the mess they've all been landed in, in any case.

She could have flown in. But what's the point of advertising what you are from the very first moment? It doesn't achieve anythng other than giving people a reason to treat you as a monster from the first moment, and that - well. It hurts. She doesn't thik she'll ever get used to it. So instead, she flew as far as the border, picked up a car (don't ask how), and drove in. She'd forgotten how much fun it could be to hurtle along a road at high speed, wind trying to stnatch the breath out of her lungs, music playing at full volume and still only just audible even to her vampire ears over the rush of air.

The car pulls into the farm - with no screeching of tires to announce it's arrival, but the music is probably loud enough to do it quite competantly - and Jesse slides her sunglasses down her nose and eyes the area thoughtfully. So. Is there anyone around or does she have to go looking?

Jesse has always liked to travel - and since she's been a vampire, that hasn't always meant first class planes, although Maharet is fond of night flights. This world, though - there's not much to do, besides explore. She's still hoping that she'll find someone who can explain what's going on, although it's looking less and less likely.

She's also thirsty, again, which is odd. Although perhaps it does make sense - she isn't drawing off her connection to Mekare, perhaps, to sustain herself. So she needs to feed. Eventually. She can go a while, not that she'd pass up an opportunity if one presented itself to her.

This evening, she's in Toronto, because. .. well. There is no because. More of a 'why not'.

She's standing by the ruins of the Centrepoint mall, being bizarrely disappointed that it's gone, because she remembers having lunch at a really cute Greek restaurant there once. She couldn't eat even if it was still there, but it's still annoying. Oh well.

One moment, Jesse is in Des Moines, alone in the attic of a condemned townhouse. She'd heard of a supposed haunting and made her way over to investigate before the building was torn down. She's standing there in the attic, trying to reach out to something, anything, and suddenly there's a loud bang, a flash of white light that hurts her preternaturally sensitive eyes, and she falls some thirty feet to the ground to land amid a heap of rubble.

For a moment, she thinks that the demolition has happened ahead of schedule, but the other ruined buildings around her quickly put the lie to that idea. She frowns, and puts her head to one side, listening intently. There's no real sound of any human activity - certainly nothing like enough signs of life for what should be a bustling metropolis. Something is very, very wrong. And - she's hungry, for perhaps the third time in her entire existence as a vampire. She shouldn't be, she fed perhaps two months ago - but there is a pain in her gut as if her body is trying to eat itself. She must feed - and soon.

She focuses, and picks out the nearest human sounds, heading towards the person as quickly as she can. No-one will see her, she can move as fast as she needs to. She'll pump the person for information first, and then for blood.