"It is. Which, to be honest, is why I rarely interact with Kindred outside of this Coterie. That and the fact that I'd rather play Just Dance and enjoy birthday orgies with you all any day than deal with court politics."

Sorrin shrugs, "Politics are the way to invoke change and survive when you otherwise couldn't. They can be scummy and irritating at times, but it's either that or open blood letting and violence....I prefer bleeding my ears out to watching those around me having to do so. Don't you Victor?"

"Yes, I would suffer and kill for any of you. But the five of you are exceptional as far as our kind goes. Most of our Kindred don't care for me and I don't care for them. So I keep my distance except when our Prince gives us a mission. So politics are something that I'll leave to other vampires, like you."  

Sorrin smiles and nods his head, giving a sideways glance to Victor, "Gratz, Thank you for the vote of confidence."

"I'm not being sarcastic. If I could choose you to be a Prince, you would. You actually consider the needs of others over yourself."

Sorrin nods, "I never thought you were being sarcastic. I trust your words Victor, you're a good man, even if you've been hardened by our world, I can see you do care for others as well."

Extremely loud moaning and swearing could be heard coming from the bedroom, as if something came to a crescendo. Thankfully, no sounds of the destruction of furniture was heard over the other sounds.

Victor didn't react to it, but he heard what he knew was Misha letting Alessandra know how she felt. So that's what it's like from to hear it from the outside. No wonder Alessandra was upset at us for not using a soundproofed room.

Alana remained quiet in the side chair, nibbling on some chips before speaking calmly. "I deal with politics when I need to. Otherwise I focus on you five and my club." 

Victor smiles when Sorrin calls him a good man. "I'm not sure if I agree with that, but thank you anyway." Then he responds to Alana. "Honestly, attending to the needs of this Coterie requires my full attention. I don't know where I'd find the time and energy to attend to the needs of the many."

It wasn’t easy for Alessandra to pull away from Misha’s embrace, yet with much reluctance she pulled herself away, giving the red-head a kiss on the forehead. “You’ve had an exhausting night. Rest now, I’ll be back.”

She throws on some random oversized t-shirt she finds in one of the drawers near the bed and exits the room. If anyone paid attention, she’d give them a lazy wave and head straight to the fridge to grab two bottles of water and some Takis. She closes the fridge with her hip and calls out, “Wake us up when we’re in Canada.” And enters back into the room, clicking the door shut behind her.

Misha dreamed.

She found herself on a beach - one she had been on before, thousands of years ago. She knew it, but could not remember the name of the place. It was a beautiful day, the sand was warm on her feet. The beach was completely empty, there was absolutely no sign of life except her. Like the shoreline on both sides, the open ocean spread out to all eternity. An anklet was gently wrapped around her wrist. How did this get here? What is this place? So..familiar. Am I dreaming? Or..remembering? 

She walked for what seemed like hours with nothing but the waves of the ocean in her ears. Suddenly, she felt a presence, someone watching her. It was subtle, came from nowhere, but she felt it close from the limits of her perception. Did she really notice it? Or did whatever it was want to be noticed? She slowly turned. An old man was standing behind her off in the distance near the shoreline. Watching her with patience, his look one of peace, calmness, recognition. He was a very large man, aged, but without his enormous armor to protect him. She knew this man, knew him in life ages ago, and then it hit her - a sudden rush that caused her to nearly cry where she stood. Her legs trembled. She walked towards him, her face wrinkled in disbelief, but no amount of Acheronian or vampiric strength could make her talk at this moment. So, the old man did.

"Mischa." he said simply, shaking his head, sadly. "Kem ty stal?"

Overwhelmed with the feeling of trying to comprehend what was happening, combined with the hazy remembrance of a age long past,  Misha slowly went to her knees - partly to genuflect, partly from the sudden weight of emotion. She tried to speak, but all she could do was cry. The old man placed his large hand on the top of her head, and the touch startled her, and she placed her hands upon his. She could not speak, the emotions overwhelmed her. She cried like a baby.

"So vremeni tvoyego rozhdeniya ya tebya vospital." the man continued. "Vy zabyli svoye proshloye? Eto kak ya tebya vospital?" He paused for a moment. "V glubine tvoyey skorbi ty stal chem-to drugim."

Misha shook her head no, tears all over her face.

"Vremya izmenilo mnogoye. Pomni, chemu ya tebya nauchil."

At the sound of a potato chip bag opening, Misha startled awake. She sat up violently, startled - it took her a few seconds to re-adjust to where she was, what was happening. She turned towards Aless, and realized that was the noise. "I fell asleep." she croaked out, finally, her mouth so dry. "I.." She wanted to say more, trying to process what was happening. "I dreamt of..a beach. And, my old..mentor. He spoke to me, but..I don't remember what he said.." She tried to piece it all together but could not. So, she looked at Aless with a hopeless look and slowly smiled softly. She lifted up the covers, and patted the bed. "Come. Sleep with me?"

Alessandra should have been more subtle when she opened the bag of Takis, her body going rigid when Misha was stirred awake at the sound of the crinkling bag. She apologizes to her and sets the bag aside for now to listen to her speak of her dream. Alessandra could be seen frowning at the memory Misha explained to her. Just hearing her tone with that hopeless look in her eye made her feel bad. If she were human, it would have been enough to kill her.

Unlike Alessandra who had been stuck in stasis, Misha lived through the decades and centuries, losing her memory and forgetting those who she once loved, and the ones she considered family. Though her frown would soon be replaced with a soft smile when told to sleep, the older vampire pushing herself off the wall she had been leaning on to join Misha in the bed. She presses a kiss onto Misha’s lips and snuggled into her arms, nodding off soon after.

Sorrin could feel spot the color of the rising sun in the distant sky and speed up to bring the RV into a rest-stop. Making sure to park far away from where people might come and check on them, he parked the RV and went outside to make sure everything was secured and place the stopper. He rolled out the sun blockers and allowed the interior of the RV to be cloaked in darkness, before calling out to everyone, "Good morning everyone. Sleep well." He then climbs into the couch and falls asleep.

Hours later, Victor woke up from his sleep. The chill that crept into the RV (as well as the location services on his phone) told him that they were in Canada. He slipped on some warm clothes, brewed up some coffee, poured two cups and went over to the back of the RV, standing outside the door. "Good Evening, ladies. We've arrived in Canada, so here's the wake up call you requested. I also made some coffee for you."

Misha, tangled in the body of Aless, woke up slowly. She willed her Blood from slumber and could smell Aless snugly next to her. "Hi.." she smiled at her, "G-" 

Aless was hungry. Misha didn't blame her. Her teeth sank into Misha's neck deep. For a moment, it was painful. Then euphoric. Then it was over, and Misha had less Blood. It was ok, and now she was hungrier than before. "..ood Morning." she finished.

Misha smiled at her, sat up, kissed her. Stretched a might stretch. Put on her panties and bra, her pants and turtleneck shirt. "Thanks for folding these." she mentioned. She heard a knock at the door. Victor. She opened the door.

"Thanks." she said. "Perfect. We'll be out een a second." 

Alana slept peacefully on one of the couches, waking up once Victor stirs everyone. She stands, looks at her wrinkled clothes, wrinkles her nose and moves to her suitcase, grabbing a new outfit, throwing it on, adjusting her hair and heading towards the door of the RV., sitting on the closest sofa. "Are we heading out here? Or driving further?"

"Thank you for breakfast, my dear~" Alessandra purrs to the red-head, slowly following suit with getting up. She doesn't get dressed, and instead opts to take a shower first to wash off the sweat from the night before. One of the things Alessandra wanted in her RV was a shower and she would be damned if she didn't get it. "Feel free to watch me if you'd like." She says with a cheeky wink, stepping into the shower.

After about 10 minutes, she was done and was sipping on the now lukewarm coffee Victor had delivered while getting dressed for the day. Although the cold never bothered her anyway, she still dressed correctly for it, to not give away her identity, and because she simply enjoyed winter wear.

 When she was finished, she emerged from the back to finally join the others in the main area, positively radiating with that after praising jesus glow. "So what's first on the agenda?"

Victor opened up two blood bags and poured them into a large cup, as waking up and brewing up some coffee takes a lot out of you.

"First we have to greet the Prince, which should be quick and easy so long as we act respectful and thank him for allowing us into his domain. Then I believe that we can do whatever we wish." Victor thinks for a moment on what's there to do in Canada. "We could go see Niagara Falls, that's a pretty popular attraction."

Alana stands and heads over to. Victor, grabbing herself a wine glass and a blood"  bag of her own. "Perhaps. The meeting should be simple regardless. Does this look winter formal enough Victor?" She gestures to her outfit with her free hand, sipping her blood from her glass with the other.