Jennifer imagined the moon nearly finished with its rotation for the evening. This fueled her fingers to punctuate each word with haste, seeking answers from the Blue Nowhere.

Her dress from court hung from the closet door, she wore a bath robe nearly five years old. It had lost its luster, but was still soft to the touch. Her shoes were still on just in case; although her hair was swept into a lopsided ponytail. Her evening scarf had been freshly cleaned and set atop of her dresser, her neck was bare for the first time in... months? When was the last time she felt secure enough to remove her coverings?

Certainly not in her Sire's haven. He had crossed from one room into the next like a quickening Shadow, always quick to lay a calloused hand against the back of her neck; interupting her work with a jolt of fear.

"And how are we contributing tonight, my pet?"

"Frak you." Jen says to the computer screen, resuming the typing that had paused with the emergence of the unbidden memory.


She felt...secure here. She wouldn't go as far as safe, still miles to go to secure that, but it was better here. She knew that Nao was here somewhere, with her keen eyes and youthful vigor. Ricardo would likely be by tomorrow, after the Clan meet and before the meeting with the Herald Villiers. She suspected the ventrue felt protective of the Mekhet and herself; perhaps moreso because of thier reserved natures at court, or thier minor stumbles.

He may be demonstrating the 'niceties the Invictus like' for awhile due to her stumble before the Herald, but it was nothing like Joshua's glowering countenance.
Jennifer recalled Ricardo's first assertion after she'd described her Sire; and it still reassured her.

The image on the corner of her computer screen loaded and Jennifer saved her text file, moving to the Google Earth application. After glancing from the domain map to the map displayed on her screen, she zeroed in on the communal feeding area. She quickly decided to section the areas included in the patrol and zoomed to Aden Arcade.

Within a few minutes, she made a list of places that seemed interesting.
  • Gas stations closet to the 51
  • Abandoned buildings
  • grassy areas or small parks
  • bus stops with late night buses

The young Nosferatu became engrossed in her work, moving the move a tick every so often to scan the map for areas of interest. Her eyes swam over the square buildings and she forced herself to imagine what it would look like on the ground. That ecru colored building there, would it be tall? That 24 hour fitness would have activity all night, were there places to feed near it? Would there be a high amount of security - and perhaps things to catch breaches, such as cameras, key cards and security guards? Would homeless drift in for the facilities and a clean place to sleep? Her old gym had a 5 dollar use for the shift, and she'd often used it to spruce up when its facilities were better than hers.

After nearly an hour, Jennifer felt the a great weight descending on her shoulders. Nearly on cue, the alarm on her wrist watch beeped. An hour until sunrise.

The Nosferatu encrypted the file, saved her file to her flashdrive and printed a copy. She deleted the internet history on Google earth pertaining to the communal feeding area. The paper print out and flashdrive were slipped in the pocket of her bath robe- she would not leave Masquerade risking items lying in the main room. Her sire's violation of her privacy as a mortal still lingered.
Jennifer shut down the computer and roved the apartment, drawing shades and inspecting the windows and doors.

Carelessness in home security had cost her life once. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice...