Misha knew better than to tempt fate and talk to Aless during a moment like this, so she did what she did best - was a shoulder to lean on, and a round one at that. Misha remained quiet and leaned her head back, still aching a bit from the fight. It was sloppy, and having furniture broken upon her back was not her idea of a good time. She thought about anything else except the growing hunger in her stomach, the Blood aching for more, and the Beast rattling it's cage.

Still feeling upset, Victor heads out to be upset with his friends. He sees Misha with a few injuries and looking a bit hungry, so he busts open a blood bag, pours it in a cup and sets it in front of Misha. "You did good, taking on those scumbags. Those girls should've been singing your praises, the way you bailed them out."

"Misha appreciates your kind words, truly. Take eet from Misha, Veector." she smiled softly, taking the cup. "Sometimes veectories are hollow, thankless. Misha was lucky this night. The damage was only pheeseecle." she sniffed the blood, downed it. She finished, set down the cup, and had a red "milk mustache". She didn't wipe it, lost in thought, as if her own advice to Victor stirred up a few memories.

"I guess you're right. I'm just not used to coming out of a win and feeling like shit. None of us are." Despite his reluctance, a smile works its way onto his face, as he sees Misha with a red milk mustache. The sight of the muscular beauty having a milk mustache like she's fine makes it awfully hard to stay pissed, if just for a moment.

Alana sits silently, staring out the RV window at the passing road. For once she's quiet, secluded, and lost in some thought. Her phone discarded across the room, buzzing on occasion next to her laptop and notebook. She felt more annoyed than ashamed that she lost her temper on the crowd. They saw her falter and that wasn't good for her publicity. She just hoped no one recorded her during the fiasco. Who knew what would happen if those images got out. Not only for her club, but for everyone around her. She could feel the tension in the RV from the others. Even though they did what was right, it left them all feeling empty, slightly annoyed, and honestly tired. 

After a while, Alana stood from her seat, retrieved her phone, and studied it for a few minutes before inevitably clicking on social media. After a slight scan, she sent a text to Lestat before posting something for all her followers. 

 She then studies the responses before laying her phone back down, turning her buzzer off to silence the ongoing notifications as she returns to looking out the window.

Alessandra didn’t join the conversation between the two as she found herself too emotionally exhausted to even do so. Instead, she simply keeps her head on Misha’s shoulder, and laced their fingers together underneath the table, her eyes closing to get some much needed rest.

Victor looks at Misha as Alessandra's eyes close. "She looks pretty tired. We should take her to bed, and I don't mean this as a euphemism. Not this time, at least."

"No problem." Misha said, understanding. "I weel take care of her." Misha carefully took Aless, doing her best not to wake her up, and carried her to the bed. She placed her hand gently on her forehead, and smiled. Hunger still gnawed at her, and hoped that a gas station stop would come soon.

HEALING WILLPOWER - PAGE 158,159
We will assume today is a new day. Thus:

- You can heal a number of SUPERFICIAL willpower damage points equal to your Composure or Resolve, whichever is higher. You can ALSO heal 1 point of superficial Willpower by actively working towards your Desire.
- You can heal 1 point of AGGRAVATED damage by actively being in touch with a Touchtone for a worthy scene, or working towards your Ambition.

YOUR HUMANITY - PAGE 239
If you elected to take Stains instead of Willpower damage, now is the time to resolve your remorse.

For example, if you took two stains and you have Humanity 6, you check off the boxes right to left - so your humanity bar would look like this:
[X][X][X][X][X][X][ ][ ][/][/] <--- The stains are the [/] boxes to indicate damage. A character with any Stains marked on his or her Humanity track now makes a Remorse test. You roll a number of d10 equal to the UNMARKED, UNFILLED squares on the tracker, so in this example, 2 dice. If any of the dice rolled come up a success, you have suffered enough guilt, shame, or regret to retain your current humanity. All of your Stains go away. If the Remorse roll results in no successes, the Beast has won, and you lose 1 point of Humanity and lose all stains.

Victor began to feel better after stewing for a few hours and talking to his friends. He uses his thumb to wipe the blood mustache off of Misha's face. "We can't have you going out with blood on your face, it would scare the mortals."

"Of course not, don't be dilirious, thanks." Misha said, allowing Victor to wipe her lip with his thumb. They finally came to a gas station somewhere in Arizona and it was time to make a pit stop. Misha casually walked past the gas pumps and into the mart, looking for a quick fix. Thankfully, it wasn't too populated this evening.

(PAGE 307: Misha is a Siren, so she rolls Charisma + Subterfuge, 4 dice vs this location: which is nice and quiet and not too populated, so DV2)

Vampires and sleeping: A vampires blood is not the same as mortals - it is a near sentient supernatural liquid that a vampire controls, or controls the Vampire in the form of the Beast. During the day, the Blood becomes quiescent and gelid, and thus the urge to sleep is the same like in mortals. Blood of a vampire is not intelligent, but more like a supernatural force that you control, or controls you. Every night a vampire awakens, you Rouse the Blood to do your bidding, ready for another night of adventure.

Alessandra rose the next day feeling a bit better than she was yesterday (Composure to heal 4 super WP damage), but hungry. She wasn’t in a particular mood to ask anyone the favor, so she simply sits at the table sipping on a juice box while the other did that they had to do to sedate their own hunger.

Misha got back on the RV lip smacking and satiated. She didn't divulge any info on who she drank from, but it was easy this time. Mortals were so easily manipulated, she mused. She enjoyed the feeling of strength and power, and sat next to Aless quietly, putting on her headset and listening to music quietly.

Victor woke up feeling like he was halfway to sanity. He also managed to get up without making himself hungrier. He brewed some coffee for himself and the Coterie. "Morning. Are we all feeling better today?"

Sorrin similarly woke up and found something to sate his hunger. When asked how he was feeling, he stretched out his ribs and back to feel out the healing, but still present bruises, "Healing, so almost~" He looks to the rest of the Coterie, "Anyone feel like driving today or should I man the wheel for the home stretch?"

Victor looks towards Misha and Alana. "You're the only ones here who haven't been behind the wheel. Wanna give it a shot?"

"Misha weel drive." she said. "No funny stunts, ya? We weel geef Sorrin a break."

"Okay. Drive safe. You won't get any presents tomorrow if you crash the RV."

Misha turns her attention to the road and silently, jokingly, imitates Victor's words in a mocking manner. Speaking of presents, Misha had hers ready. She thinks. She drove carefully into Colorado, where the snow was white, packed, and plentiful. They pulled into the Mansion and sighed a collective heave of relief.

The vacation was over.

Christmas was just hours away.

The day the coterie left for their trip was the day Harold got to work on decorating the mansion for the holidays. Alessandra instructed him to keep it relatively simple on the outside, but on the inside to do whatever he so wished.

And did he do whatever he wished.

Harold greeted them all with a smile, and happily assisted in bringing in their luggages to later clean out the RV for future usage. Alessandra gives him a big hug and signs to let him know he truly outdone himself this year. "Christmas is his favorite holiday, believe it or not." She mentions to them when he leaves the room to go clear out the RV. "Always goes all out with the decorating. He tells me that he worked for Disney back in his days! Whatever that is. Apparently they're not shy with their decorating, that's for sure."

Victor walked into the mansion and as Harold greeted them, he smiled warmly and signed to the Nosferatu. "Great job on the house! These go with the other presents. And this," Victor points to a small box among the other presents, "is for you. Tomorrow."