Encounterlogs
Florians Odd Encounter Sr Corinna 250430
In the quietude of the night at White Oak Student Center Recreation room, a panicked freshman, identified as Laura Jones, disrupts the calm with her terrified entrance and alarming claims of vampires on campus. She frantically attempts to convince Florian, a student lounging in the room, of the imminent danger they are all in, insisting that she witnessed a vampire attack on her roommate. Despite her desperation and terror, Florian responds with skepticism and a lack of seriousness, treating Laura's claims more as a joke than a genuine threat. Laura's panic only escalates as she tries to arm herself for protection, signaling her distrust and fear.
The situation takes a dramatic turn with the arrival of Malcolm, an officer from the Sheriff's Department. Unnoticed at first due to the commotion, Malcolm decides against using his taser on Laura, choosing instead to observe the situation unfold. As Florian tries to manage Laura's continued outbursts and accusations, Malcolm silently prepares to intervene more directly. Eventually, Malcolm uses the taser on Laura, incapacitating her to prevent her from causing further disorder or harm. Following this, Malcolm gives Florian a syringe filled with a substance meant to erase Laura's memories of the past six hours, a task Florian reluctantly performs. The incident concludes with the understanding that Laura will be taken to the hospital under the guise of having suffered a fall, her memories of the encounter erased to maintain the secret of the supernatural within the Haven.
(Florian's odd encounter(SRCorinna):SRCorinna)
[Tue Apr 29 2025]
In the recreation room
Vibrant splashes of color adorn the walls here, creating an inviting and lively ambiance that contrasts with the otherwise controlled atmosphere of the Institute. The spacious layout accommodates an array of recreational activities, with neatly arranged board games and cozy seating areas encouraging camaraderie and social interaction among the Institute's members. Soft, upbeat music drifts through the air, adding an energetic backdrop to the cheerful atmosphere and fostering a sense of community within the carefully curated recreational space.
It is night, about 50F(10C) degrees, and there are a few grey clouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
It's the witching hour. But one wouldn't guess from how vibrantly the bright fluorescent lights shine in the White Oak Student Center Recreation room. Most of the late night final-exam study groups have dispersed by now. There's a student asleep in the corner, their head down as they drool on a desk with a pile of books next to them. In short, there's a lack of activity. For once, the rec center is calm. As it should be when the students of White Oak are so focused on their grades in this make or break moment...
So it's all the more strange when suddenly-
A scream pierces the still night air!
The sound of a flurry of footsteps would reach Florian, and not too long after, labored and panting breaths would be heard. Barreling into the rec room is a young woman: a underclassman by the looks of it, wearing a full on White Oak uniform complete with the blazer and miniskirt. Nothing would have been out of place, except for the look of abject terror in the girl's expressive blue eyes. The blonde paces the room, babbling incoherently, her words near indistinguishable from her sobbing.
"HESCOMINGHESCOMINGYOUHAVETOHELPMEHESCOMINGOHMYGODIAMGOINGTODIE." Her words explode in a rush, a true word vomit punctuated by her chest heaving, tears running down her cheeks. Her gaze is wild and terrified as she lays her eyes on Florian, rushing over to him, pulling on his arm.
"PLEASEHELPME."
Draped in his green pullover, hood up and cozily lounging on a vacant couch with both of his feet stretched out along the couch, Florian is truly living the night owl lifestyle right now. He has his niCola cherry to accompany him, a bag of Skittles that his girlfriend gave her, already halfway to being eaten, and his laptop sat on his lap as he studiously browses through the darkweb. While using the campus' public Wi-Fi too, no less. He's in the middle of stretching his arms out and up to the ceiling when he's startled by the piercing scream, body slightly jolting from the scare.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he utters to himself, eyes darting around to make sure Sister Abigail isn't lurking around the corner to cane his ass for speaking those blasphemous words. Can't be too careful these days. His attention is taken away, fixed onto the entrance as the flurry of footsteps draws nearer and nearer, until he suddenly has a stranger sobbing hysterically right in his face. "Whoa, okay, hold on, it's one in the fucking morning!"
Florian pulls his laptop shut and springs up to his feet suddenly, studying the poor girl. "What's going on? What happened?"
Big fat tears spring to the freshman's blue eyes. She clutches the newest version of the iPhone in her hand - so hard that her knuckles are white, the bone peeking through her already pale skin. Her body heaves as she struggles to keep calm, visibly fighting a fight-or-flight urge within her, or perhaps she's simply resisting the urge to scream again... The girl pulls on Florian's green pullover, tugging on his arm insistently with her free hand.
"HESCOMINGHESCOMINGOHGODHESCOMING."
She's both coherent and incoherent at the same time. But the underlying, and most striking part of her pleading is the panic. It's palpable in the air around her, like a thick, contagious miasma.
With labored breaths, she forces herself to inhale and exhale deeply, trying to keep centered (whatever little good that does in her state). "THERE'S VAMPIRES ON CAMPUS." she insists, her blue eyes grave, her tone serious. "WE'RE IN DANGER. I'M IN DANGER, YOU'RE IN DANGER. WE'RE ALL IN DANGER." Those cerulean orbs open wider in fear and anguish. "WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT HIM! ABOUT THEM! ALL OF THEM, BEFORE THEY DRAIN US ALL." She glances behind her, wary, watchful, fearful - all of the above. Her body trembles as she stands next to Florian, still tugging on that hoodie sleeve of his.
Florian's parts like he's about to say something, but they promptly shut, his expression twisting into something akin to a mix of skepticism and amusement, like this is just 'another one of those' that someone tends to hear from 'those people'. He heaves in a sigh, bracing himself. "Vampires, right, okay, sure," his hands lift, trying to squeeze softly around the freshman's shoulders as the tone in his voice takes on an almost patronizing quality, like he's talking to a child. "Just calm down for a moment, okay? Take some breaths in. You're safe in here. I'm like, totally a vampire hunter, they won't do shit to you while I'm here," he rolls his eyes for good measure, even.
"Listen, nobody's going to hurt you here, I promise you. Can you explain to me what happened? Do you have a stalker problem? I can give security a call so they can get this thing sorted." He pulls a hand away to retrieve his smartphone, scrolling through and tapping away at his contacts. He knows the truth of it all, obviously, and he's trying so hard not share in the panic while he tries for a call after call.
Florian's mouth parts like he's about to say something, but they promptly shut, his expression twisting into something akin to a mix of skepticism and amusement, like this is just 'another one of those' that someone tends to hear from 'those people'. He heaves in a sigh, bracing himself. "Vampires, right, okay, sure," his hands lift, trying to squeeze softly around the freshman's shoulders as the tone in his voice takes on an almost patronizing quality, like he's talking to a child. "Just calm down for a moment, okay? Take some breaths in. You're safe in here. I'm like, totally a vampire hunter, they won't do shit to you while I'm here," he rolls his eyes for good measure, even.
"Listen, nobody's going to hurt you here, I promise you. Can you explain to me what happened? Do you have a stalker problem? I can give security a call so they can get this thing sorted." He pulls a hand away to retrieve his smartphone, scrolling through and tapping away at his contacts. He knows the truth of it all, obviously, and he's trying so hard not share in the panic while he tries for a call after call. (fix)
At Florian's blase response, the girl steps back and scowls at him. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" she growls, pushing away that arm of his that tries to encircle her shoulders. "I KNOW what I SAW," the girl hisses, her blue eyes narrowed. "Fangs, dripping with blood. Sarah-" she chokes up for a moment, tears springing to her eyes again. "He drank from Sarah and she was passed out, and I couldn't-" Those tears start to roll down her cheeks. "I ran to get help, not get talked to like a toddler!"
Her glare is venomous now at Florian. "You tell me you don't believe in vampires in one breath, and then you claim to be a hunter in the next? Fuck you dickhead! Stop gaslighting me and fucking HELP!" She rushes over to a nearby wooden chair, flipping it over and trying to pull one of the legs off. "FUCK! Do you have a saw?!" The freshman looks up towards Florian. "Don't just fucking stand there!! Do you have ANYTHING sharp?!"
As luck (or Fate) would have it, the recreation room is just a hop skip away from the Sheriff's Department, here in Haven. But it's not hopping nor skipping that Malcolm does on arrival -- it's a step above a mosey and below a stalk, seeking the source of the disturbance to the force of the HSD, peeling himself away from paperwork to peer upstairs. And there's Florian and some other gal.
Shoulders a bit more square and in uniform, Malcolm puts on his patronly police face and casually leans a shoulder against the entryway of reception, both giving himself a moment to survey and conveniently blocking the exit off. Nothing to announce his presence, though, especially with all the girl's hullabaloo.
"Okay, look-" It's becoming quite clear that Florian is running out of words to say and unsure how to really deal with this situation, probably because he's never been equipped to deal with this kind of situations in the first place, but he -is- trying. Albeit terribly. "Sarah is fineee, hey, look, I'm calling someone over. Let's just calm down, you know, and then we can look for her-" he's, of course, rudely interrupted because she's not taking him that seriously, opting to rush to one of the nearby chairs instead of listening to more of his agonizing talk.
"Whoa! Okay, let's not break anything in here, can we? Just chill out, dude, goddamn." Florian stalks across the room towards her, not quite noticing Malcolm's lingering presence just yet even though he tried giving him a call. Or maybe a text over on MyHaven. "Listen, you're totally gonna get caned by Sister Abby if she sees you doing this," he says gravely. "Or maybe I'll saw this chair leg off and cane you with it myself, but that's completely besides the point. Anyway..."
The blonde stares daggers at Florian as he approaches. And his words? Well... the look on her face goes from bad... to worse. The freshman seethes, her whole body bristling at Florian. "Are you FUCKING kidding me?! There's a whole goddamn campus of people and I get stuck with the guy with a cane fetish?!" she howls, the anger now palpable, radiating off of her in waves. The girl stands up, grabbing the nearest object - a ruler - off of a table, brandishing it at Florian. "STEP BACK YOU BEAST!" she declares.
"You're in league with them, aren't you?" That ruler is brandished again, with more emphasis, accusing. "AREN'T YOU?!" Her jaw sets tensely as a lightbulb seems to go off in her head. "Oh my fucking god. YOU'RE IN LEAGUE WITH THEM!!! THE VAMPIRES!! YOU AND SISTER ABIGAIL!!!" The girl's face twists with horror at the dark truth now revealed (at least in her mind).
"SUBMIT TO GOD. RESIST THE DEVIL AND HE WILL FLEE FROM YOU! JAMES, FOUR, SEVEN."
There are times when it can be very unfortunate and depressing to not be noticed, to be overlooked, to not stand out. This, however, is not one of those times.
Being quiet and smaller and unassuming does a lot for Malcolm, clearly. The squeaky wheel gets the grease, but the silent cop is able to help unnoticed. Unnoticed as his hand slips down to his duty belt, unclasps one of the holsters, and pulls the plastic yellow-and-black taser from where it rides along. With the ruckus that lady is raising, probably unnoticed when he clips a pair of darts into it.
Hell, depending on how perceptive he is, and how preoccupied he is with not getting whapped by a ruler, it might just be when Malcolm lifts his arm to level the thing toward the obstinate gal's back that anyone cottons on to his presence.
But the trigger doesn't get pulled. Not just yet.
"Oh c'mon, I /don't/ have a cane fetish." Florian flails his arms helplessly to the side and rolls his eyes at the accusation, seemingly taking offense from it and not literally all the other stuff she's spewing towards him. The brandished ruler does seem to get a little rise of excitement out of him though, giggling somewhat as it's trained at him. By how he's carrying himself right now, you probably couldn't blame the poor girl for being so stressed out and mistaking him for one of her pursuers, whether real or imagined.
Florian stalks ever closer, none of what she's doing having any effect on him, that's obvious enough. He has his hands up in the air, head cocked a little to the side while his voice soothes to a calming manner. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." Although he's more than tempted to hiss and feign a lunge at her, just for the fun of it. "If I wanted to, I could. So can you please just..." he's stopped in his tracks once he senses that movement behind the girl, eyes widening a touch but not quite fast enough to do anything about it as the taser is lifted.
With her free, un-ruler'd hand, the blonde freshman holds up that iPhone of hers, pointing it squarely at Florian as she presses record. The iPhone camera faces her, at first: "My name is Laura Jones and I walked in tonight, about one am on April 29th, 2025 to see my roommate, Sarah Delaney, in the arms of a VAMPIRE by the name of Douglass Ford. I saw his FANGS and Sarah is CATATONIC now. I ran to the White Oak Rec Room for help and now this-" The iPhone camera swivels to capture Florian's figure and face. "This fucking DING DONG is in league with the VAMPIRES! SISTER ABIGAIL IS TOO!" she veritably screams into the recording. "THIS IS MY LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT THAT THE POWER OF CHRIST WILL COMPEL YOUR EVIL TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL!" she screeches, the recording stopped with a *bloop*. Those fast fingers of hers seem ready to upload the video to her InstaGram - her finger hovering over the upload button...
That'd be quite the damning video if it ever made it to InstaGram... or if her finger ever made it to the button. Instead, things go flying.
Chkt! KKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
First it's the two darts flying out of Malcolm's taser, anchoring themselves in the gal's back. The video will never find the cloud, but the phone'll seek them, flying out of her hands as they lock up and contract. It's Malcolm that goes flying forward, hustling along to close the gap as current flows through the gal, cutting his attention past to Florian as he goes. "You really gotta work on that silver tongue of yours, there." Whilst she's incapacitated, before the weapon's discharged all its juice, he's already digging with his free hand in his first aid kit. "How're you with -forcible- instructions?" There's a subtext there.
"Ding dong?!" That manages to draw Florian's attention back to the blonde girl, gasping incredulously. He's about ready to take one big step forth and pounce on her - probably for the slight more so than the recording - but luckily for everyone involved, Malcolm is already there to help save the day. Florian jerks away momentarily, reminded that there's someone behind the poor girl and all the clues putting that subconscious thought in his head that it could be the Vampire in question, which freezes him in place for a couple or so seconds there. The tension is still there, but it slowly seeps away once he recognizes it to be Malcolm instead, a low sigh escaping him. "Oh thank God, you- what? Forcible? Oh no, man, I don't do anything forcible around these parts." He shakes his head, shoulders slumping now. "We better get her to someone that can... actually do those things, though, no? Do a lil reset."
The blonde twitches on the floor, stunned. She drools out of her mouth, her iPhone blissfully nowhere in a danger zone where she could reach it - not that she could, in this state.
Taser - 1, Jesus 0
Quickly, Malcolm pulls a hypodermic syringe out of his first aid kit, which -- if one were to look -- certainly seems to have more than its fair share of drugs and needles in it. Odd, that.
This needle, instead, gets flicked a couple times while the air is drained from it, and he passes it along to the student. "Find a vein or artery. All of it. Empty it into the bloodstream," he instructs Florian aside, syringe between thumb and forefinger. "This is basic alchemy, and you're gonna need to learn it sooner or later. I've already done the heavy lifting." A beat, and a further explanation: "This'll blank out the six hours prior to injection."
Florian doesn't waste any time to grab the syringe from Malcolm and offer a quick bob of his head in acknowledgment, squatting down right beside the stunned freshman to reach for a wrist. "I just gotta... press around, gimme a moment, the docs used to do this on me," he tries to do what he's saying out of memory, thumb pressing down around the flesh to look for the vein. "Fuck, look, I'm not trained in this but I'll give it a shot and hope to /God/ I don't accidentally make this girl's life ten times worse instead." He tilts the syringe up and very slowly and carefully injects it into the slightly exposed vein on the girl's wrist.
The girl's wrist is limp in Florian's hand, clearly exposed by the cutoff cuff of her White Oak blazer. She makes no reaction when Florian injects her with the syringe, just a soft groan. Otherwise, she's entirely knocked out. For now...
"We'll make sure she gets taken care of," Malcolm assures Florian, guiding a couple of orderlies along. Never far off, those folks. "They'll stick her in the hospital, she had a fall, whatever-whatever, little memory loss." And off he heads, for now. "I gotta get some rest, though. Good work. We'll chat more about it in a bit."
The situation takes a dramatic turn with the arrival of Malcolm, an officer from the Sheriff's Department. Unnoticed at first due to the commotion, Malcolm decides against using his taser on Laura, choosing instead to observe the situation unfold. As Florian tries to manage Laura's continued outbursts and accusations, Malcolm silently prepares to intervene more directly. Eventually, Malcolm uses the taser on Laura, incapacitating her to prevent her from causing further disorder or harm. Following this, Malcolm gives Florian a syringe filled with a substance meant to erase Laura's memories of the past six hours, a task Florian reluctantly performs. The incident concludes with the understanding that Laura will be taken to the hospital under the guise of having suffered a fall, her memories of the encounter erased to maintain the secret of the supernatural within the Haven.
(Florian's odd encounter(SRCorinna):SRCorinna)
[Tue Apr 29 2025]
In the recreation room
Vibrant splashes of color adorn the walls here, creating an inviting and lively ambiance that contrasts with the otherwise controlled atmosphere of the Institute. The spacious layout accommodates an array of recreational activities, with neatly arranged board games and cozy seating areas encouraging camaraderie and social interaction among the Institute's members. Soft, upbeat music drifts through the air, adding an energetic backdrop to the cheerful atmosphere and fostering a sense of community within the carefully curated recreational space.
It is night, about 50F(10C) degrees, and there are a few grey clouds in the sky. There is a waxing crescent moon.
(Someone in Haven has found out about the supernatural and is freaking out about it. They're at risk of exposing the secret, hurting themselves, or hurting others. Your target and their allies are tasked with containing the situation.
)
It's the witching hour. But one wouldn't guess from how vibrantly the bright fluorescent lights shine in the White Oak Student Center Recreation room. Most of the late night final-exam study groups have dispersed by now. There's a student asleep in the corner, their head down as they drool on a desk with a pile of books next to them. In short, there's a lack of activity. For once, the rec center is calm. As it should be when the students of White Oak are so focused on their grades in this make or break moment...
So it's all the more strange when suddenly-
A scream pierces the still night air!
The sound of a flurry of footsteps would reach Florian, and not too long after, labored and panting breaths would be heard. Barreling into the rec room is a young woman: a underclassman by the looks of it, wearing a full on White Oak uniform complete with the blazer and miniskirt. Nothing would have been out of place, except for the look of abject terror in the girl's expressive blue eyes. The blonde paces the room, babbling incoherently, her words near indistinguishable from her sobbing.
"HESCOMINGHESCOMINGYOUHAVETOHELPMEHESCOMINGOHMYGODIAMGOINGTODIE." Her words explode in a rush, a true word vomit punctuated by her chest heaving, tears running down her cheeks. Her gaze is wild and terrified as she lays her eyes on Florian, rushing over to him, pulling on his arm.
"PLEASEHELPME."
Draped in his green pullover, hood up and cozily lounging on a vacant couch with both of his feet stretched out along the couch, Florian is truly living the night owl lifestyle right now. He has his niCola cherry to accompany him, a bag of Skittles that his girlfriend gave her, already halfway to being eaten, and his laptop sat on his lap as he studiously browses through the darkweb. While using the campus' public Wi-Fi too, no less. He's in the middle of stretching his arms out and up to the ceiling when he's startled by the piercing scream, body slightly jolting from the scare.
"Jesus fucking Christ," he utters to himself, eyes darting around to make sure Sister Abigail isn't lurking around the corner to cane his ass for speaking those blasphemous words. Can't be too careful these days. His attention is taken away, fixed onto the entrance as the flurry of footsteps draws nearer and nearer, until he suddenly has a stranger sobbing hysterically right in his face. "Whoa, okay, hold on, it's one in the fucking morning!"
Florian pulls his laptop shut and springs up to his feet suddenly, studying the poor girl. "What's going on? What happened?"
Big fat tears spring to the freshman's blue eyes. She clutches the newest version of the iPhone in her hand - so hard that her knuckles are white, the bone peeking through her already pale skin. Her body heaves as she struggles to keep calm, visibly fighting a fight-or-flight urge within her, or perhaps she's simply resisting the urge to scream again... The girl pulls on Florian's green pullover, tugging on his arm insistently with her free hand.
"HESCOMINGHESCOMINGOHGODHESCOMING."
She's both coherent and incoherent at the same time. But the underlying, and most striking part of her pleading is the panic. It's palpable in the air around her, like a thick, contagious miasma.
With labored breaths, she forces herself to inhale and exhale deeply, trying to keep centered (whatever little good that does in her state). "THERE'S VAMPIRES ON CAMPUS." she insists, her blue eyes grave, her tone serious. "WE'RE IN DANGER. I'M IN DANGER, YOU'RE IN DANGER. WE'RE ALL IN DANGER." Those cerulean orbs open wider in fear and anguish. "WE HAVE TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT HIM! ABOUT THEM! ALL OF THEM, BEFORE THEY DRAIN US ALL." She glances behind her, wary, watchful, fearful - all of the above. Her body trembles as she stands next to Florian, still tugging on that hoodie sleeve of his.
Florian's parts like he's about to say something, but they promptly shut, his expression twisting into something akin to a mix of skepticism and amusement, like this is just 'another one of those' that someone tends to hear from 'those people'. He heaves in a sigh, bracing himself. "Vampires, right, okay, sure," his hands lift, trying to squeeze softly around the freshman's shoulders as the tone in his voice takes on an almost patronizing quality, like he's talking to a child. "Just calm down for a moment, okay? Take some breaths in. You're safe in here. I'm like, totally a vampire hunter, they won't do shit to you while I'm here," he rolls his eyes for good measure, even.
"Listen, nobody's going to hurt you here, I promise you. Can you explain to me what happened? Do you have a stalker problem? I can give security a call so they can get this thing sorted." He pulls a hand away to retrieve his smartphone, scrolling through and tapping away at his contacts. He knows the truth of it all, obviously, and he's trying so hard not share in the panic while he tries for a call after call.
Florian's mouth parts like he's about to say something, but they promptly shut, his expression twisting into something akin to a mix of skepticism and amusement, like this is just 'another one of those' that someone tends to hear from 'those people'. He heaves in a sigh, bracing himself. "Vampires, right, okay, sure," his hands lift, trying to squeeze softly around the freshman's shoulders as the tone in his voice takes on an almost patronizing quality, like he's talking to a child. "Just calm down for a moment, okay? Take some breaths in. You're safe in here. I'm like, totally a vampire hunter, they won't do shit to you while I'm here," he rolls his eyes for good measure, even.
"Listen, nobody's going to hurt you here, I promise you. Can you explain to me what happened? Do you have a stalker problem? I can give security a call so they can get this thing sorted." He pulls a hand away to retrieve his smartphone, scrolling through and tapping away at his contacts. He knows the truth of it all, obviously, and he's trying so hard not share in the panic while he tries for a call after call. (fix)
At Florian's blase response, the girl steps back and scowls at him. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" she growls, pushing away that arm of his that tries to encircle her shoulders. "I KNOW what I SAW," the girl hisses, her blue eyes narrowed. "Fangs, dripping with blood. Sarah-" she chokes up for a moment, tears springing to her eyes again. "He drank from Sarah and she was passed out, and I couldn't-" Those tears start to roll down her cheeks. "I ran to get help, not get talked to like a toddler!"
Her glare is venomous now at Florian. "You tell me you don't believe in vampires in one breath, and then you claim to be a hunter in the next? Fuck you dickhead! Stop gaslighting me and fucking HELP!" She rushes over to a nearby wooden chair, flipping it over and trying to pull one of the legs off. "FUCK! Do you have a saw?!" The freshman looks up towards Florian. "Don't just fucking stand there!! Do you have ANYTHING sharp?!"
As luck (or Fate) would have it, the recreation room is just a hop skip away from the Sheriff's Department, here in Haven. But it's not hopping nor skipping that Malcolm does on arrival -- it's a step above a mosey and below a stalk, seeking the source of the disturbance to the force of the HSD, peeling himself away from paperwork to peer upstairs. And there's Florian and some other gal.
Shoulders a bit more square and in uniform, Malcolm puts on his patronly police face and casually leans a shoulder against the entryway of reception, both giving himself a moment to survey and conveniently blocking the exit off. Nothing to announce his presence, though, especially with all the girl's hullabaloo.
"Okay, look-" It's becoming quite clear that Florian is running out of words to say and unsure how to really deal with this situation, probably because he's never been equipped to deal with this kind of situations in the first place, but he -is- trying. Albeit terribly. "Sarah is fineee, hey, look, I'm calling someone over. Let's just calm down, you know, and then we can look for her-" he's, of course, rudely interrupted because she's not taking him that seriously, opting to rush to one of the nearby chairs instead of listening to more of his agonizing talk.
"Whoa! Okay, let's not break anything in here, can we? Just chill out, dude, goddamn." Florian stalks across the room towards her, not quite noticing Malcolm's lingering presence just yet even though he tried giving him a call. Or maybe a text over on MyHaven. "Listen, you're totally gonna get caned by Sister Abby if she sees you doing this," he says gravely. "Or maybe I'll saw this chair leg off and cane you with it myself, but that's completely besides the point. Anyway..."
The blonde stares daggers at Florian as he approaches. And his words? Well... the look on her face goes from bad... to worse. The freshman seethes, her whole body bristling at Florian. "Are you FUCKING kidding me?! There's a whole goddamn campus of people and I get stuck with the guy with a cane fetish?!" she howls, the anger now palpable, radiating off of her in waves. The girl stands up, grabbing the nearest object - a ruler - off of a table, brandishing it at Florian. "STEP BACK YOU BEAST!" she declares.
"You're in league with them, aren't you?" That ruler is brandished again, with more emphasis, accusing. "AREN'T YOU?!" Her jaw sets tensely as a lightbulb seems to go off in her head. "Oh my fucking god. YOU'RE IN LEAGUE WITH THEM!!! THE VAMPIRES!! YOU AND SISTER ABIGAIL!!!" The girl's face twists with horror at the dark truth now revealed (at least in her mind).
"SUBMIT TO GOD. RESIST THE DEVIL AND HE WILL FLEE FROM YOU! JAMES, FOUR, SEVEN."
There are times when it can be very unfortunate and depressing to not be noticed, to be overlooked, to not stand out. This, however, is not one of those times.
Being quiet and smaller and unassuming does a lot for Malcolm, clearly. The squeaky wheel gets the grease, but the silent cop is able to help unnoticed. Unnoticed as his hand slips down to his duty belt, unclasps one of the holsters, and pulls the plastic yellow-and-black taser from where it rides along. With the ruckus that lady is raising, probably unnoticed when he clips a pair of darts into it.
Hell, depending on how perceptive he is, and how preoccupied he is with not getting whapped by a ruler, it might just be when Malcolm lifts his arm to level the thing toward the obstinate gal's back that anyone cottons on to his presence.
But the trigger doesn't get pulled. Not just yet.
"Oh c'mon, I /don't/ have a cane fetish." Florian flails his arms helplessly to the side and rolls his eyes at the accusation, seemingly taking offense from it and not literally all the other stuff she's spewing towards him. The brandished ruler does seem to get a little rise of excitement out of him though, giggling somewhat as it's trained at him. By how he's carrying himself right now, you probably couldn't blame the poor girl for being so stressed out and mistaking him for one of her pursuers, whether real or imagined.
Florian stalks ever closer, none of what she's doing having any effect on him, that's obvious enough. He has his hands up in the air, head cocked a little to the side while his voice soothes to a calming manner. "I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." Although he's more than tempted to hiss and feign a lunge at her, just for the fun of it. "If I wanted to, I could. So can you please just..." he's stopped in his tracks once he senses that movement behind the girl, eyes widening a touch but not quite fast enough to do anything about it as the taser is lifted.
With her free, un-ruler'd hand, the blonde freshman holds up that iPhone of hers, pointing it squarely at Florian as she presses record. The iPhone camera faces her, at first: "My name is Laura Jones and I walked in tonight, about one am on April 29th, 2025 to see my roommate, Sarah Delaney, in the arms of a VAMPIRE by the name of Douglass Ford. I saw his FANGS and Sarah is CATATONIC now. I ran to the White Oak Rec Room for help and now this-" The iPhone camera swivels to capture Florian's figure and face. "This fucking DING DONG is in league with the VAMPIRES! SISTER ABIGAIL IS TOO!" she veritably screams into the recording. "THIS IS MY LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT THAT THE POWER OF CHRIST WILL COMPEL YOUR EVIL TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL!" she screeches, the recording stopped with a *bloop*. Those fast fingers of hers seem ready to upload the video to her InstaGram - her finger hovering over the upload button...
That'd be quite the damning video if it ever made it to InstaGram... or if her finger ever made it to the button. Instead, things go flying.
Chkt! KKKKKKKKKKKK!!!
First it's the two darts flying out of Malcolm's taser, anchoring themselves in the gal's back. The video will never find the cloud, but the phone'll seek them, flying out of her hands as they lock up and contract. It's Malcolm that goes flying forward, hustling along to close the gap as current flows through the gal, cutting his attention past to Florian as he goes. "You really gotta work on that silver tongue of yours, there." Whilst she's incapacitated, before the weapon's discharged all its juice, he's already digging with his free hand in his first aid kit. "How're you with -forcible- instructions?" There's a subtext there.
"Ding dong?!" That manages to draw Florian's attention back to the blonde girl, gasping incredulously. He's about ready to take one big step forth and pounce on her - probably for the slight more so than the recording - but luckily for everyone involved, Malcolm is already there to help save the day. Florian jerks away momentarily, reminded that there's someone behind the poor girl and all the clues putting that subconscious thought in his head that it could be the Vampire in question, which freezes him in place for a couple or so seconds there. The tension is still there, but it slowly seeps away once he recognizes it to be Malcolm instead, a low sigh escaping him. "Oh thank God, you- what? Forcible? Oh no, man, I don't do anything forcible around these parts." He shakes his head, shoulders slumping now. "We better get her to someone that can... actually do those things, though, no? Do a lil reset."
The blonde twitches on the floor, stunned. She drools out of her mouth, her iPhone blissfully nowhere in a danger zone where she could reach it - not that she could, in this state.
Taser - 1, Jesus 0
Quickly, Malcolm pulls a hypodermic syringe out of his first aid kit, which -- if one were to look -- certainly seems to have more than its fair share of drugs and needles in it. Odd, that.
This needle, instead, gets flicked a couple times while the air is drained from it, and he passes it along to the student. "Find a vein or artery. All of it. Empty it into the bloodstream," he instructs Florian aside, syringe between thumb and forefinger. "This is basic alchemy, and you're gonna need to learn it sooner or later. I've already done the heavy lifting." A beat, and a further explanation: "This'll blank out the six hours prior to injection."
Florian doesn't waste any time to grab the syringe from Malcolm and offer a quick bob of his head in acknowledgment, squatting down right beside the stunned freshman to reach for a wrist. "I just gotta... press around, gimme a moment, the docs used to do this on me," he tries to do what he's saying out of memory, thumb pressing down around the flesh to look for the vein. "Fuck, look, I'm not trained in this but I'll give it a shot and hope to /God/ I don't accidentally make this girl's life ten times worse instead." He tilts the syringe up and very slowly and carefully injects it into the slightly exposed vein on the girl's wrist.
The girl's wrist is limp in Florian's hand, clearly exposed by the cutoff cuff of her White Oak blazer. She makes no reaction when Florian injects her with the syringe, just a soft groan. Otherwise, she's entirely knocked out. For now...
"We'll make sure she gets taken care of," Malcolm assures Florian, guiding a couple of orderlies along. Never far off, those folks. "They'll stick her in the hospital, she had a fall, whatever-whatever, little memory loss." And off he heads, for now. "I gotta get some rest, though. Good work. We'll chat more about it in a bit."