bad thoughts give me bad dreams bad dreams make me sleepwalk (o/o or two people could join maybe)

OHHHH THATS MY BAD. Actually I would like to be Seward. I switched up Quincy Morris and Jack Seward in my head and i thought Quincy was the one would worked in the asylum

Oof lmao go ahead my dude-

Is that too many characters?

Nahhhh you good!

Aight

So I’m just taking the rest of the squad then? Or is there more we need to go over?? Idk man.

Yeah you can take the rest. And then I guess we need to figure out plot and stuff

(Boop)

(AHHHHHH I FORGOR I FORGOR- anyways, yeahhhh so uh hhhhhhggggg idk what I’m doing)

(LOL it’s okay!! Uhhhhh lemme check the discord chat bc there’s probably stuff we need to talk about)

( @OrionShenanigan ive been looking for this for forever)

(I keep forgetting to respond to this so hi I guess?? Hope you’re doing good lmao sorry!)

(Lol it’s alright, I’m patient. It’s good to hear from you!)

(Ok so as far as I know I’m playing, in no particular order: Van Helsing, Arthur, Quincy, Dracula, and one or two of the lesbian vampire ladies. Let’s go!)

It was a rainy evening when Quincy went to visit his friend, Mina. It was a curious story as to how they’d met, Lucy (his lover, alongside Jack and Arthur who he adored as much as they adored each other) had initially introduced them as an attempt to solve a little love triangle the four had going on. But when it came down to it, Mina was… well, taken, by a nice young man by the name of Johnathan Harker. Nice young man, as if Quincy wasn’t older than 25 himself. But ultimately, the four worked it out and Quincy found himself dating, for the first time in his life, two of the most handsome men he’d ever laid eyes on, and one of the most beautiful and beloved women he’d ever seen.

Despite, or perhaps because of, being trans, Quincy Philip Morris had always thought of himself as straight. But weirdly, it made sense how the other three and him fit together. It was like a puzzle, snug and molded to fit just right in each others’ crevices-that could be taken as innuendo or as sappy metaphor, Quincy meant the latter.

But lately, Lucy had become so sick she couldn’t leave the house, and Mina lived in the next city over (otherwise, the two women would be inseparable- Quincy didn’t dare to ask their history in its entirety, but he’d figured they might have been a little bit more than friends in their uni days from what he’d understood from Harker telling him about the two ladies). Ultimately, he was the middle ground as he lived right in between the cities, on a farm he ran and worked at as his primary occupation. Somewhere between cowboy and crop specialist, he did what he needed to do to keep the ones he loved happy.

So, Quincy made his way to Mina Murray’s doorstep, delivering news of Lucy’s condition to her beloved friend. He knocked, twice, fist firm against the door yet not overbearing. He was confident in everything he did, including his knocks.