dualislogs | kitty at my foot and i wanna touch it.

WHO: Open to all residents
WHAT: Your regularly scheduled NAPs event for the month
WHERE: The RoCocoa Cat Cafe
WHEN: Aug. 10-14
WARNINGS: Please use these if applicable!

Look at all of these bright, shining new faces! There’s even a few less bright, less shining faces, but hey, this city welcomes all types. Chances are, if you’ve just arrived, you're seeing some pretty crazy things, unless you're used to an eye-blinding amount of neon, robots, weird-ass technology, magic, and an omnipresent police force...and hey, if you are, congrats, you're gonna settle in juuuuust fine. But for the rest of you, the Head knows this has gotta be pretty overwhelming, right?

Well, since your quaint individual processing units are probably having a hard time, why not link up with another one? By which the Head means...

Hello, new citizens of Dualis,
and welcome to your monthly Network Adjacency Protocol~!

NAPs are a monthly community networking event similar to the Earth concept of speed dating! Two citizens (new arrivals and old hands alike) are placed at a table together with a handy cue card of queries to help break the proverbial ice. Ask queries and receive results, or ignore the card and yeet yourself straight into a brand new friendship! But don't be too shy, you've only got ten minutes together, and if you just sit in silence for the whole ten, the Network Admins are likely to come supervise and try to repair the uplink through a mild shock to the ol' central nervous system. You might find yourself saying all sorts of unintended facts about yourself if that happens...probably better to just make friends, right? Who doesn’t like friends?!

This month’s event is held at the brand new RoCocoa Cat Cafe, a sparkly new establishment that caters to children and the young at heart with iced and hot cocoa drinks of all kinds, delicious pastries, age-appropriate live music, and of course many friendly kitties who love to lounge in laps. The cats are of all shapes, sizes, and colors, including some who may look a little different from what you expect, or may look like an ordinary cat but are actually anything but ordinary underneath that adorable fur coat. All cats in the cafe are adoptable, too, if you meet a new furry friend and just can’t bear to go home without them!

So pull up a chair, get to know your new neighbors, and enjoy a sugary treat or two with the resident furbabies. You might just meet your new two- or four-legged best friend!

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Hank may know who the XMen are, but Morbius is a new sort of animal. He's, fortunately for Michael, never been that entrenched in lore. The casual sort of television and movie viewer who appreciated a good fight scene instead of someone who made a point of following storylines. So Morbius has never passed his sense of awareness.

The big fat cat looks blandly around as Hank shifts it to a better holding position. He's more of a dog man, but he's not such a jerk that he'd just toss a cat aside (unless it was clawing him).

"Michael Morbius? Were you lucky enough to be born with that name or is it a stage name?"

A stage name, as if his first inclination is that Morbius is a musician. Because you don't walk out in public like that if you're only a menacing vampire.

The fact that Hank doesn't know him or his name is promising. He actually smiles when Hank inquired.

"Sadly born to it, it is my dead beat father's last name, he was a painter and actor but never quite known for being my father." He said explained, finally offering his hand over towards the cat as a peace offering a means to see if he is allowed to pet it. "I am a scientist, that names has always gotten strange looks if I am quite honest." Even before his accident. It's like Victor von Doom being called up for a peace prize.

"May I inquire what you do, Mr Anderson?"

"Here? I'm a traffic cop. At home, I'm a homicide detective" Probably an ex-detective but there's no regrets in losing his job, if that's the case. He'd give up his job to save a life.

"Sorry to hear about that." Too many fathers were shit. "And that now you're saddled with a name that doesn't really go with the occupation." It's a joke. "Goes with the look, though." Even if neither scream "scientist" unless one is a supervillain.

The idea of actual villains (recovering or otherwise) showing up is still so outlandish that he's yet to consider that. Even with X-men and Bat-associates around.

"That is...quiet a difference, though I do understand. I am a hematologist here, but I was a bio-chemist and more back home." It was still a big job but for Michael's level and education it was nothing. Nothing but a damn joke, a vampire just working with blood. Granted no one in his world knew blood better than him. Vampire aspects aside even.

"Eh, it's more common than not, at least I had my mother, god rest her soul." Almost strange a vampire saying it, but he used to be such a devout catholic in his younger years. "Not with the occupation but with this." He finally lowered the hood, letting his face be fully seen. "I am a vampire now, but, this was the result of an experiment that went horribly wrong. The papers quite love my last name for that."

The cat, remarkably, doesn't react to the full revelation of his face.

Hank does, though. He's getting used to weird. "First question. How did a hematologist become a vampire? Second question. Ever heard of a guy named Batman? Serious, genuine question."

Because now the guy is seeming more and more inexplicable. And Hank, well... he's just gotta check because it seems like a vampire hematologist named Michael Morbius is right in that sort of genre region.

"I just gotta check."

A slight chuckle passed his lips. "A very good biochemist was dying of a rare blood disease and didn't want to die before his wedding. So he stupidly went out to international waters with his assistant and a few vampire bats and experimented... this is the result. I am that idiot, and no me and my intended never got married. She was killed as a result of my stupidity, she is a true vampire now." And a royal pain in his ass, but that's no ones business. "I am not a true vampire, there is nothing mystic in what I am, it is all science." says the man with glowing eyes.

"Not before arriving here no, but I have heard the name in passing." He had heard it mentioned, probably by Jason.

"I'm not from a place where there are vampires, that we know of, anyway. But that said, still pretty strange that your vampires come in artificial and natural flavors."

God what is the criteria for proper vampire behavior in Dualis? Is there a 'blood-sucker' aisle at the grocery store he hasn't seen yet? Is there criteria about the use and disposal of bodily fluids? A Dualis FDA determining what is fit for consumption?

He's gotta drag out his fuckin' rule book and start reading. Not that he particularly wants to nail the guy for anything. But a rather enlightening moment in which he realizes his human-normative environment is really not base standard in this place.

Okay, though. He's from a place where Batman is not a real or fictional thing. He's just not a thing. Got it.

He puts the cat down, finally, in time for a cheetah sized sphinx looking monster to come sauntering up to his side, green and purring. Hank looks at it before, again, his love of big animals kicks in and he reaches out to rub it's head. "What the fuck are you?"

"To be fair, I thought vampire's a work of fiction before I became one. I am the only artificial vampire known of, but yes their are sadly a great deal of real vampires and they generally hate me as a standard." He spoke with a wave of one hand.

They provided blood, but it wasn't as good as fresh from the tap. Whatever they do to it it doesn't make him sick like normal bagged blood so he's fine like that.

"So, tell me about Batman, if you have the time. I have heard so little that I can't really paint a picture." He explained as he looked down at the new cat and blinked. "...What the...."

It rubs its head against Hank's hand.

"Nobody I know personally. Apparently a few people here know him. I just figured with a backstory like yours you might know the guy."

It doesn't seem right to say all that he knows about Batman when he's not even sure how this works. He scruffs the cat's cheek and it sticks its head against his fingers, flicking its long tail.

"Is there blood at the grocery store for people that drink blood?" he voices that bizarre question, finally, truly curious.

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