[center][color=12AB5B]THEODOR MINEA[/color]
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[sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/KSAHrtY.png[/img][/sup][/center][right][sup]Texting Abigail [@Kirah] & Ignoring the Methuselah Court because they ruined his morning routine.[/sup][/right]

The fairly standard routine of Theo's morning didn't vary all that much from day-to-day activities - he figured that he didn't have enough enemies desperate enough to harm him that he needed to change up his schedule all that much, and therefore had settled in certain habits each day he awoke. Firstly, was breakfast. He'd never been fond of heavy meals, but at the same time, wouldn't touch human food unless it had been well made with decent produce. Therefore it was usually some freshly warmed blood (When he couldn't get it from the vein from one of his... "employees") paired with poached eggs and whatever he could be bothered to pair with it. Following this, he was bathed, groomed and dressed before leaving the apartment and opening up his business. Far too early for most wine-lovers to come in, but he usually had some people come in for brunch. And students, strangely enough. He couldn't imagine how drinking at 9 in the morning would help the children in their studies, but then again, Theo had never suffered the stress of a higher education. Regardless of his customers, they were seen too by his staff; offices above were checked for voicemails or important business, and once tended to, he could finally indulge himself in his morning coffee. The Crypt Cafe wasn't the typical aesthetic he'd grown accustomed too, but the coffee there was good, the barista's polite, and the clientele quieter than other cafes in Edgetoun.

A simple schedule, but one Theo liked to stick too. Unfortunately, his day was shattered the second he'd finished poaching his eggs.

An text 'pinging' on his phone stopped Theo as he plated his breakfast, a frown creasing his face. As any businessman should, he kept separate phones for separate occasions. One for pleasure, one for work, and the last one was connected to the Court. With the latter being the one alerting him, Theo abandoned the kitchen to see what the issue was. Those of Methuselah weren't ones for idle conversation via text message, that was for sure. Examining the text for a brief second, Theo was by his radio in the next, turning it on and tuning it to the correct radio station to hear the last few sentences of the hijacked broadcast. His hands clenched in irritation, and he waited a moment before answering the text.

Damned humans. No doubt the Court would be pestering him all day now.

While Theo held no ill will against the werewolves, he didn't particularly hold any love for them either. An attack on their kind wouldn't bother him in the slightest, but it was the fallout of such an action that would be concerning. Vengeance would breed vengeance, and if someone didn't do something, the humans and Weres would be in all out war against one another. A war the humans would surely lose, but with homo sapiens being his and many others' favourite food source, that too was a problem.

It would be even worse if their turned their sights to the vampires, and Theo had no doubts that it would. In no time at all the humans would be screeching in terror at their oceans and forests, polluting the former and burning the latter in order to kill mermaids and bigfoot. As if they existed.

Ignoring his phone as more messages pinged through, Theo turned to his bedroom and got ready for the day. The office would have to wait now, as would his espresso. AS it happened, he had other priorities on this day as well. For one, he had an appointment with the good Doctor Wilcox, provided she was finished with her other 'patients'. No doubt she had some opinions about the broadcast as well.

Swiftly dressed in an impeccably clean and pressed suit and tie, Theo was ready to leave before hearing another text alert - this time, from his personal phone. Looking at it with interest, he raised his eyebrows in surprise as he saw who it was from. So, Abigail was back in town. Was it coincidence, that she'd arrived the same day the humans had issued their formal threat to their world?

[i]"A long time indeed, cousin. We've plenty to catch up on - I'm in the same place you left me. Noon should be fine."[/i] 

Now he was fully booked for the day. Although different to how he would have liked, Theo much preferred spending time between Clara and Abigail than complaining with the other old vampires at the Court. He just hoped something else didn't come up later in the day...

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[center][color=9414B3]ZOEY ALSTON[/color]
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[sup][img]https://i.imgur.com/ok3YYYB.png[/img][/sup][/center][right][sup]Chatting to Olivia [@Nallore], hoping her lawyer will be more personable than her patients later on.[/sup][/right]

Zoey was still frowning at the news on her phone when Olivia replied, drawing a look from the Doctor.

"I'm Australian." She retorted swiftly, raising a chastising eyebrow, though smiling so that the younger girl knew she was teasing. Although it had been many years since she'd lived in Australia, remnants of her accent remained, along with a strong sense of pride in her home country. It was just a matter of principle to be mildly offended at being called a pom. Booting up her computer, she waited for the fairly decrepit machine to wake up fully as conversed with her. "Not much to do, unless we get some more bodies through the door. You can always chase up some tox reports for me, though you'd get a quicker answer from the corpses themselves." She said with a grin, pulling up her calendar as the computer finally arose from it's slumber. Just a reminder about a lunch meeting with a certain pernickety lawyer. Of course. That explained why Belinda had fled the country so quickly. 

"Tah." Taking the tea as soon as it was handed to her, Zoey took a few grateful mouthfuls. She hadn't realised just how dehydrated she'd felt, but then, a diet of red bull and coffee since 3 in the morning didn't do much for quenching one's thirst. Pulling up a new file to start filling in the report for the John Doe autopsy she'd just finished, Zoey hesitated. Nick had been pretty lost on where to go after the examination didn't pull up anything to do with murder. She should really just wait for the toxicology and forensic reports to be finished and come back, but the temptation always hung over her head. Physical evidence was all that could be used in court (God knows what kind of shit would happen if they allowed psychics to give testimonies.), but if she could find out once and for all how that man died... all it would take was a touch.

Pausing and glancing at Olivia as she continued talking, Zoey mentally corrected herself. A touch and some privacy.

God, that sounded wrong.

"That's nice of them." Zoey replied idly, realising that she'd never asked Olivia much about her life back home, beyond work-related stuff and small talk. Still, Olivia had never really surrendered much information about her home life, nor had Zoey. Her own existence as both a witch and a psychic hadn't had all that much impact on her so far, but one could never be too careful these days. Especially with the current climate. "And I doubt it'll be a problem. You might have to come in if we end up having a pile-up of bodies or something, but Professor Carlisle should be back by then. You'll need to let her know, though." The Prof was in charge of holidays and the like, but she was a decent sort, as long as you didn't lie to her or mess her about. 

Pondering over how long the meeting with Mr. Carvallo would take - probably a while, what with three victims to go through and the very thorough nature of the man - Zoey's mind turned yet again to the other victims laying in fridges in the next room. Some of them were still unsolved, and definitely needed her unique help. Depending on how busy the day was, she'd have to be out tonight to stick her nose where it didn't belong once again to stir up some clues.