The Xyn Household: Chpt. 1, pt 2: The Quest for a Thrall to, well, enthrall.

Second installment, and we're still looking for a Thrall because Sever can't find his way to Orgrimmar has to build up his relationships before people can move in.  He needs to gain their trust, you see, before he can brutally betray them...


Of course, this means:

Biting another random townie.  Wait, that's not right.  Take note of that onlooker in the shorts, polo shirt, and cornrows though.  You just might see him again later.

Actually, what it does mean, is a lot of this.

And since our boy is nocturnal, he often ends up doing this straight out of the coffin.  Nice jammies, there.

Sever: "And I was like: Ohmigod no way!"

Shortly after his phone spree, he paid his rent, leaving him with money in the single digits, so he headed down to Club Crypto to DJ.  A little ways into the set, the bartender ran off to the photobooth.  Curious about the commotion, I saw this.

Ah, good to know that ACR is still hard at work.

Sever found time to step away from the booth and have a "chat" with the young exhibitionist.

 (Around this time, Mrs. Crumplebottom showed up, and I noticed that a few interactions seemed to be unlocked with her.  Not wanting to cause a vbt, I sent the boy home and installed TJ's Visitor Controller mod, and after some more research, made sure that JM Pescado's creaturefixes mod loaded up after the Shaklin's vamp mod.  Also, for the hell of it, I grabbed syberspunk's vampcoffin mod.  Outdated but appears to work fine.)

So now we can rest semi-assured, maybe, that this particular test won't cause the game to fry itself.

So, now what?

 

Moar phone calls!  Exciting.

Some phone conversations are less interesting than others.  I'm pretty sure by now he's gotten word of how HAWT the Oh Brothels are, much to my chagrin. :P

Our little vampire soon discovers that he has almost no monehz, and rectifies that by spending a significant amount of time at the dj booth.

DJing sure can work up an appetite.

Pssh... He's a vampire.  He can handle this, right?

Maybe not.  Oops.

Sev considers suing the establishment.

Sev: I'm glad I did so well in that school I never went to.
Heh.  Time to go home before he starts performing the school cheer or something.  For old time's sake, obvi.

Oh hey look!  Delivery!  And he didn't even order in.