Sunday, 2 November 1800. 11:02 p.m.
"Hey....what happened to my flier?" Maria frowned as she unpacked her things. One of her chemical references was torn up. Dammit. That so-called energy tonic was one of the best embalming fluids in Italy! She had needed to know how to make it......especially since, if she was to believe the Brujah's seemingly endless prattle, they were going to Geneva the following night. The capital of this country should have a decent alchemists' shop. She hoped.
"Hi! I know you told me to go jump off a cliff, but I couldn't find any in the backyard, so I'm back now."
Maria turned around and glared at her roommate.
"I can tell you're just thrilled to see me." Cathy grinned.
Maria held up the ripped paper. "Did you do this?!"
"What is that?" Cathy peered at the remnants of text.
"It WAS a very important alchemic recipe."
"Recipe? You mean like, dinner?"
"No, I mean, like, embalming!"
"Like mummies and stuff?"
"Well, yes, I suppose....anyway, did you do this?"
"No......"
"Damn...." Maria muttered, turning back to her things. "Well, there are other formulas I can use.....I hate to lose that one though....."
"Why do you need it, anyway?" Cathy asked. "You planning on finding any dead people?"
"I'm surrounded by dead people."
Cathy stood there a moment. Then it hit her. "Oh, hey! That's funny. Cause, like, we're all dead. That was cool."
"Yes...of course....." Maria muttered. This was going to be a long night. Unfortunately, it promised to be the first of several like it.
"Hey....what happened to my flier?" Maria frowned as she unpacked her things. One of her chemical references was torn up. Dammit. That so-called energy tonic was one of the best embalming fluids in Italy! She had needed to know how to make it......especially since, if she was to believe the Brujah's seemingly endless prattle, they were going to Geneva the following night. The capital of this country should have a decent alchemists' shop. She hoped.
"Hi! I know you told me to go jump off a cliff, but I couldn't find any in the backyard, so I'm back now."
Maria turned around and glared at her roommate.
"I can tell you're just thrilled to see me." Cathy grinned.
Maria held up the ripped paper. "Did you do this?!"
"What is that?" Cathy peered at the remnants of text.
"It WAS a very important alchemic recipe."
"Recipe? You mean like, dinner?"
"No, I mean, like, embalming!"
"Like mummies and stuff?"
"Well, yes, I suppose....anyway, did you do this?"
"No......"
"Damn...." Maria muttered, turning back to her things. "Well, there are other formulas I can use.....I hate to lose that one though....."
"Why do you need it, anyway?" Cathy asked. "You planning on finding any dead people?"
"I'm surrounded by dead people."
Cathy stood there a moment. Then it hit her. "Oh, hey! That's funny. Cause, like, we're all dead. That was cool."
"Yes...of course....." Maria muttered. This was going to be a long night. Unfortunately, it promised to be the first of several like it.